Under Yan Zihui's governance, the north was in peace and prosperity, and the east of Shanghai was gradually becoming better. Chen Zehang removed several brothers with dissatisfaction and undermined the governor Chen, held great power, and was ready to expand in the future. However, the southwest and southern Guangdong were uneasy. Wars occurred frequently in the southwest, and heavy rains in southern Guangdong were disasters. A large number of refugees emerged in both places. The inaction of the upstart and southern Guangdong governments triggered civil riots, and there were also calls for the president to step down.

The chaotic situation in southwest and south Guangdong has no effect on Yi Huan's life. She still has the leisure time to go Zeng Shaowei and a few appointments to go on an outing. When Yan Zi returned to know, "I want to go too."

"Aren't you busy?" Yi Huan asked.

Yan Zi smiled and said, "You don't always advise me to combine work and rest, so I just listen to you and steal half a day of leisure."

The next day, Yan Zihui and Yi Huan were escorted by the guards and went to meet Zeng Shaowei and others. Zeng Shaowei was with Lan Yang, Zheng Yuhong brought Su Shilin, and Yi Huan's eyes swung to the two of them. Fortunately, Yan Zihui accompanied her. Yan Zihui was the president. Although he didn't have to work hard, he still brought six or seven guards, as well as Yang Yihua and Song Han.

"President, Madam." Lan Yang was trembling.

Yan Zihui smiled amiably and said, "We are both guests accompanying our wife to travel today. If there is no president or foreign minister, just call me Xuanling."

Lan Yang smiled faintly, and the word Xuanling could not be called out. Zeng Shaowei sneaked Yi Huan aside, "Why is your man here?"

"Just let you be paired up and let me be alone?" Yi Huan glanced at her sideways.

Zeng Shaowei smiled guiltily.

They got into the car, left the city, and headed straight for the west mountain. Along the way, Yi Huan smiled and hummed a small song. Yan Zi stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder, "Is it so happy to go out for an outing?"

"I'm happy not because I can come out to play, but because you are with me." Yi Huan leaned in his arms, grabbed his hand, and linked his fingers.

"I will spend more time with you in the future." Yan Zihui said guiltily.

"Keep your word and take a break from now on to accompany me." Yi Huan didn't want Yan Zi to die of overwork, so he took the opportunity to make this request.

"Okay." Yan Zi agreed.

Although it was summer and the climate was hot, it was very cool and pleasant when it came to the lush forest. After choosing a flat place, the guards cleaned the leaves on the ground and laid them with soft cushions. Su Shilin and Song Han took the hatchet into the forest to cut the dead trees to make fire. Yi Huan pulled Yan Zi back to find the big stones and piled the stove. Lan Yang was responsible for chopping all kinds of meat into small pieces, Zeng Shaowei and Zheng Yuhong posed with skewers of meat, and everyone was very busy.

After a happy outing for most of the day, Yan Zi returned to continue to work on his political affairs. On the weekend, Yan Zhuzhi rarely went out. She picked a flower in the garden and sat in the pavilion, pulling petals while muttering, "He likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me..."

Yi Huan sat on the swing not far from the pavilion and watched. When she pulled off all the petals of the flower and sighed bitterly, she walked over, "Cannensis."

"Little Aunt." Yan Zhuzhi looked at her in frightened, "When did you come?"

"I've always been here, but you didn't even see me with your big eyes." Yi Huan sat down on the stone bench.

Yan Zhuzhi bit the corner of her lower lip and asked tentatively: "Auntie, you haven't heard anything?"

Yi Huan smiled hurriedly and said, "I heard that he didn't like me, he liked me, these few words went back and forth."

"Auntie, can you not tell my mother?" Yan Zhuzhi asked timidly.

Yi Huan frowned slightly, "Zhuzhi, although it is a new era, we cannot be a matchmaker. If that man is really a good man, just let him come to propose marriage." After saying this, Yi Huan felt very depressed. Is she going to become a matchmaker? Just got rid of the matter between Mu Xiaofeng and Zhao Fang, Yan Zhuzhi was in a state of love again, and I don't know who she fell in love with?

"Mom won't agree." Yan Zhuzhi said muffled.

"He already has a wife? Or is he inappropriate?" Yi Huan asked.

Yan Zhuzhi shook her head, "None of them."

"Where is what?" Yi Huan asked.

"Auntie, stop asking, I won't say it." Yan Zhuzhi said stubbornly.

Although Yi Huan has a gossip, the person involved is unwilling to say it, and she is not easy to follow the truth. She just hopes that Yan Zhuzhi will not be confused and do the same thing as Yan Qiongzhi.

The temperature continues to rise in summer and bacteria continue to grow. It’s okay in the north. Thunderstorms drop in the afternoon for several consecutive days, bringing a hint of coolness. However, large-scale malaria broke out in southern Guangdong. The newspapers reported this incident every day. With the increase in the number of deaths, Yi Huan couldn’t sit still and told Yan Zihui, “It’s not difficult to treat this malaria.”

"Do you have a way?" Yan Zihui was a little surprised. His little wife had really studied medicine? He still remembered the words Yi Huan scared Liang Yan.

Yi Huan nodded and said, "Jinjina Cream is a special medicine for treating malaria." This medicine was introduced to China in the 17th century and was a very rare medicine. It was not until 1945 that it could be artificially synthesized.

Of course, Yan Zihui knew this medicine, "There is no plant that can extract cinchona cream in China. In addition, there are wars now, and all countries have controlled this special medicine very closely and will not be exported easily."

"I know there is a medicine that can be replaced." Yi Huan pursed her lower lip, and she stopped talking.

The couple had a spiritual connection. Yan Zi guessed her thoughts after a moment of replying, "Do you want to use this medicine to change the flag of Governor Jiang?"

Yi Huan tucked his hands together, with a hint of shame on his face, "I know this is taking advantage of others' danger, but this incident made me very moved."

Yan Zi smiled back, and he was also very moved. If he could make southern Guangdong surrender without bloodshed, it would definitely be a very pleasant thing, "Just do it according to your ideas."

With his permission, Yi Huan was busy. The cinchona tree could not be found. She could extract the ingredients for the prevention and treatment of malaria from Artemisia anthracite. In fact, malaria has been recorded in medical books a long time ago. Since the senior doctors could treat malaria with a few Chinese medicine, it means that traditional Chinese medicine is feasible to treat malaria. What's more, in another time and space, a female pharmacist extracted artemisinin from Artemisia anthracite to treat malaria and won the Nobel Prize.

A large amount of Artemisia annua was transported into the pharmaceutical factory. With the pharmacopoeia in my mind, Yi Huan took three days to extract artemisinin. The pharmaceutical factory began to produce this medicine named "Quinine" by Yi Huan.

"Xuanling, the medicine has been produced, how to send it to southern Guangdong and how to operate it, and I will not care about it." After Yi Huan finished what he wanted to do, he was ready to continue living a leisurely life.

"You have worked hard these days. Go back and rest well. I will arrange other things." Yan Zi replied and touched her little face.

Yi happily returned to the Governor's Mansion and waited for the flag change in southern Guangdong.

In the south of Guangdong, Governor Jiang's mood was as gloomy as the weather. Even though the rain stopped on this day and a little sun came out, it did not improve his mood. He threw a thick stack of epidemic information on the face of the chief medical officer and roared: "It's been twenty days, twenty days, and you haven't come up with an effective treatment. Are you planning to kill all the people in southern Guangdong?"

The chief medical officer sweated coldly on his forehead, "Gui, Jinjina Cream is a special medicine for treating malaria, but..."

Governor Jiang stared at him, "But what? There is nothing we can't say at this time, hurry up and say it."

"The ginsengna cream on the market has been sold at a sky-high price. Only one gold bar can buy a medicine, and there is still no market price." The chief medical officer lowered his head and did not dare to look at the face of Governor Jiang.

"So, we can only wait for death? Let the epidemic spread, and there is no other way?" Governor Jiang asked gloomyly.

The conference room was silent, and no one dared to stand up and say anything at this time. After a long time, the door was pushed open and the adjutant rushed in, "Supervisor, Young Master Hao is infected with malaria."

Jiang Hao is the eldest grandson of Governor Jiang, and is very popular with Governor Jiang. Hearing this bad news, Governor Jiang's eyes turned dark and almost fainted. The turning point soon occurred. In the afternoon, the Northern Government sent a telegram saying that the Northern Government had a batch of special medicines for the treatment of malaria that could be given to the southern Guangdong government for free.

Yi Huan was not sure how the southern Guangdong government responded to the northern government, so she didn't ask. The picture of the chick waiting to be fed caused her a big trouble. Zhou Pu, a famous Chinese painter, asked her to meet. Yi Huan could actually refuse, but in order to be an approachable presidential wife, she did not.

"Did you take back my painting? Where did this Zhou Da painter know about this painting?" Yi Huan was puzzled.

"I think it was before the auction. Since he was willing to give you some advice on painting skills, you can go and meet him." Yan Zi replied that he didn't have much resistance to his little wife going to meet a 60-year-old man.

Two days later, Yi Huan went out to meet Painter Zhou and took her chicks to feed her. The paint at home was exhausted, and it was still early before the agreed time, so Yi Huan went to the studio to buy paint. But why did the rain come just now? It was still sunny just now, but now it is raining heavily.

Song Han turned back to the store, "Boss, borrow your umbrella for use."

"Guest, sorry, this summer, there is no umbrella in the store." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Song Han came out and said to Yi Huan: "Madam, you go to the store for a while, I'll go to the car to get an umbrella."

Yi Huan looked at the raindrops that were getting heavier and denser, and shook his head and said, "It's so heavy that even if you have an umbrella, you will get wet. Wait for a while and wait for the rain to get lighter before leaving."

"But if you wait like this, you will be late." Song Han reminded her.

Yi Huan sighed, "There is nothing to do if you are late." She didn't want to be late either, but it was going to rain, which could not be changed by human resources.

Song Han stopped talking, just looking forward to a little rain. Dalin knew to come to pick up the people with an umbrella. After waiting for a while, before Dalin, he waited for Yan Zihui to come. He was wearing military uniforms, followed by Yang Yihua and four guards. Seeing Yan Zihui approaching step by step with the umbrella, Yi Huan raised his lips and asked with a smile: "Why are you here?"

"After going to the government building to hold a meeting, go back to the barracks, and when you pass by, you will come and pick you up." Yan Zi replied.

A drop of raindrops dripped from the umbrella to his shoulder, and Yi Huan reached out and brushed it down, "If you are fine, please accompany me to meet the Zhou Da painter."

"Okay." Yan Zi grabbed her hand, gently pulled her into her arms, hugged her and walked into the rain curtain. Song Han and others immediately followed.

The car that Yan Zi returned was not far away and arrived soon. Yi Huan got into the car with him, Song Han replaced the driver, and Yang Yihua was still in the passenger seat.

The car drove outside the teahouse and the rain stopped. Although Yi Huan was not late, Mr. Zhou Puzhi arrived early in the morning. The old man was wearing a long gown, cloth shoes, glasses, and had a beautiful beard.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou, sorry, I was blocked by the rain on the road, which made you wait for a long time." Yi Huan said apologetically.

"Madam is not late, it's because I've come too early. This should be the President." Mr. Zhou stood up and bowed.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'll send you my son over here and disturb me." Yan Zi replied with a polite smile.

"The couple has a deep love, and there is a good story. Please sit down, Mr. Zhou said with a smile.

Yi Huan got off his seat and called the guy to enter the house, "A pot of Pu'er, a pot of Biluochun, and a pot of chrysanthemums."

Mr. Zhou asked with a smile: "Madam, can you bring the painting?"

"Bringed." Yi Huan signaled Song Han to unfold the painting.

Mr. Zhou looked at the painting carefully and commented: "Mrs. "My wife used a thin pen and used black, white and yellow lines to depict the fluff of the chicks. The composition was simple, and the two chicks were lying and standing, which depicted the chicks' hungry mood to be fed to the fullest. Looking at this painting, it will arouse sympathy. The small chicks need the hen to raise, and the chicks that are not around the hens appear so miserable; moving with emotion is the success of this painting. I wonder who the lady teaches her?"

"My father enlightened me, and then he became a teacher with Mr. Ban Ding. However, after the husband left Jicheng for something, I did not learn to draw anymore. In my spare time, I painted just to pass the time and make fun of it." Yi Huan replied.

"Print paintings should be as fun as possible. If you are too craftsmanship, you will be full of craftsmanship and lose your spiritual energy. If your wife is willing, I am willing to give me some advice." Mr. Zhou smiled.

Yi Huan looked at Yan Zi and replied that if she was still the fourth lady of the Yi family, she could agree immediately, but now she is the president's wife; Yan Zihui nodded slightly. Mr. Zhou was also a revolutionary in his early years, but later became a pure cultural person and collector.

At this time, the guy brought the tea. Yi Huan poured a cup of tea for him and handed it over with both hands, "I thanked Mr. for his wrong love, and asked the old man to accept me as his disciple."

Mr. Zhou happily took the teacup and said, "Okay, okay."

After making an appointment to learn painting, Yan Zihui sent someone to take Mr. Zhou back. He also led Yi Huan back to the Governor's Mansion. Yi Huan also asked, "Are you not going to the barracks?"

"I won't go anymore, I'll go tomorrow." Yan Zi replied calmly.

Yi Huan raised the corners of her mouth. She had really believed his words before, but now she knew that this person was here to accompany her to meet people and leaned into his arms. "Xuanling, you are so cute."

"Mrs. Yan, have you used the word cute wrong?" Yan Zi asked.
Chapter completed!