"Wait!"
Song Qingmu directly stopped Old Master Lin. He was merely finding an excuse for his elder sister.
Although his elder sister's excuse of using the Lin manor was clever, Old Master Lin was truly not a reliable person.
He might reveal the matter of the ten empty carriages in the future, and then his elder sister would be in danger.
Producing large quantities of medicinal herbs and grain out of thin air.
People would either consider her a god or a ghost.
She would be a god in times of hardship, but in ordinary days, when people's lives were stable, if there was such a powerful person beside them, he did not believe they would still revere his elder sister as a god.
At that time, his elder sister might become a "demoness" in their mouths.
"What is it, Young Master Song? Is something amiss?"
Song Qingmu covered his lips and coughed. "It's like this, Old Master Lin should prepare the carriages first, and then I will go with Zhou Zhengxi to fetch the supplies."
Old Master Lin frowned and asked doubtfully, "Why can't we pay a visit first?"
Song Qingmu smiled. "Old Master Lin, you also said that the ghost doctor is hard to find. Now that I've met him while out, if we visit and the ghost doctor leaves, where will we find him? It's better to drive the carriages directly there, then we can bring back the supplies directly and won't have to worry about the ghost doctor leaving."
He thought for a moment and then paused. "And, if we can invite this person back, then with Bai You'an, two renowned physicians can jointly develop the formula, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
The more Old Master Lin listened, the more he felt it made sense.
He finally rolled up his sleeves and called the shopkeepers to bring out all the carriages in the manor.
There were many cargo carriages, but few with canopies.
But to fulfill Song Qingchao's wishes, Song Qingmu still asked Old Master Lin to temporarily set up canopies on all the carriages.
"Now, can we set off?" Old Master Lin asked, rubbing his hands.
Song Qingmu nodded. "Yes, Zhou Zhengxi and I can go. Little sister Zhe'er will have to trouble Old Master Lin to look after her?"
He gently pushed Liu Zhe'er towards Old Master Lin.
Old Master Lin quickly tried to refuse, "No, I have to go find the ghost doctor! My daughter's illness cannot be delayed!"
Song Qingmu quickly comforted him, "Precisely because of this, you need to stay in the manor. Old Master Lin, don't worry, we will definitely bring the ghost doctor back to the medical hall."
He turned his head and whispered cautiously, "The ghost doctor dislikes too much commotion. If too many of us go, it might be counterproductive. What if he refuses to give us medicinal herbs and food then?"
Old Master Lin was so choked he couldn't speak.
He was worried about his daughter and naturally wanted to go, but what Song Qingmu said also made sense. If the ghost doctor refused for such a small matter, his daughter would be even more beyond help.
He deliberated for a long time, and finally, with a flick of his sleeve, he said, "Then I'll entrust it to both of you."
After achieving his wish, Song Qingmu said no more.
He turned around and directly instructed several servants to drive the carriages out.
He led Zhou Zhengxi and the carriage team around to the back of the mountain.
Zhou Zhengxi asked in confusion, "Why is Young Master wasting so much breath?"
Song Qingmu did not speak. "You'll know when the time comes."
He glanced at Zhou Zhengxi and then fell silent, only lowering his head to ponder his own thoughts.
This was all he could do for his elder sister. The rest would depend on his elder sister and Bai You'an.
The convoy did not stop until evening, pulling up at the entrance of a cave.
Song Qingmu had Zhou Zhengxi send the servants with the carriages far away.
Then he drew out his dagger and held it to Zhou Zhengxi's neck, "Did you just start following my sister?"
Zhou Zhengxi looked down at the blade at his neck, showing no panic. "Yes, when Master first arrived at the Lin manor, he subdued a few of us, and later generously gave us to Master."
"Is that so." Song Qingmu's voice was icy cold. Although it wasn't autumn, after speaking with him, it felt as if one had stood in the winter for an hour, making one's whole body stiffen.
Although Zhou Zhengxi found it a bit eerie, he was not flustered at all.
He could spar a few moves under Song Qingchao's command, and now that he was being forced by his master's brother, he would not lose his composure.
But he had to admit, they were indeed siblings; their ways of doing things were the same!
"Why is Young Master doing this?"
Song Qingmu smiled. "Zhou Zhengxi, can I trust you?"
"Young Master can rest assured, I will not betray Master."
"Is that so? Then I'll give you a chance now." Song Qingmu sheathed his sword and walked towards the cave entrance. "Have those servants go back, and then every hour, drive the carriages to the Xiang family medical hall. Don't ask anything, you just need to be responsible for driving. If anyone asks, you can say that you are fetching medicine from the ghost doctor for the ghost doctor, and that the ghost doctor has bestowed blessings to protect everyone in this political situation. Do you understand?"
Zhou Zhengxi nodded. "Whatever Young Master says, I will do it with a smile. You are Master's brother, and if Master trusts you, then I trust you too."
Song Qingmu nodded. "Then go and get busy now."
"Yes."
After speaking, Zhou Zhengxi turned and went to attend to it. He didn't need to understand why Young Master Song was doing this, but since Master had given the order, he would follow it.
In that organization, the first thing he learned was to do whatever Master asked.
Do not ask, do not refute.
Song Qingmu stood in place, watching Zhou Zhengxi's retreating back.
He did not know if his decision was right or wrong, but anyone his elder sister fancied must have some exceptional qualities.
By doing this, he also reduced the risk of exposure.
He hoped Zhou Zhengxi would not disappoint him.
After that, he sat down in the cave and waited for dawn.
By the time Zhou Zhengxi returned, and they had two carriages left, it was already dawn.
He and Zhou Zhengxi each drove a carriage towards the Xiang family medical hall.
Soon, the two arrived at the Xiang family medical hall. As expected, the doors were wide open.
After jumping down from the carriage, Song Qingmu held the reins and let the horses pull the carriage in by themselves.
Zhou Zhengxi followed his example and let the carriage pull itself in.
Only when both carriages were completely inside the courtyard did Song Qingmu heave a sigh of relief.
He turned to Zhou Zhengxi and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhou Zhengxi shook his head. "This is what I should do."
The two were far from the courtyard. After they finished speaking, they left separately.
They could not approach that courtyard, not because they were afraid, but because they were not allowed to. If they got close, Song Qingchao would be unhappy.
Meanwhile, Song Qingchao was in a very good mood looking at the empty carriages in the courtyard.
The Xiyun Pavilion certainly worked quickly. In one night, they had gathered enough for ten carriages.
She couldn't help but feel that the carriages she managed for the manor were too small.
Then she inspected each carriage one by one. Every time she opened a carriage, she took out the supplies and filled it to the brim.
After all ten carriages were filled, Song Qingchao, in a great mood, called for people to carry them away.
For the first time, she felt that her spatial ability was truly useful!