Chapter 56 Renjitang

"Lord Ma, we also want to help the victims. 70% of the grain in the city has long been bought by two unknown people. The fat man got angry at the thought of this and couldn't wait to say it.

"Is this serious?" Lord Ma was shocked.

The other two horse-faced old men said, "Not only that, the two strangers also bought a large number of medicinal herbs."

Listening to several people's complaints, Lord Ma's face was uncertain. As far as he knows, this Yong'an County is not rich. But if you want to buy so many things at the same time, you only need 40,000 to 50,000 silver. Not to mention these members, even if you look at the whole county, no one has such a big deal. I thought about several major families in the county, but I still had no idea.

It's okay at ordinary times, but how can it be so coincidental when the Yellow River is in urgent need of food and medicine? You should know that the prices of foreign food and medicine prices are soaring, and it is no problem to make 100,000 taels of these things. Seeing that Lord Ma didn't say a word, they didn't dare to disturb him, so they had to wait silently.

After a while, Lord Ma came to his senses: "I will send someone to investigate this matter. I heard that there are eight shops in the city that give porridge for free. I don't know which brother did it.

The old man in black said, "We are also surprised that we have sent someone to stare at it. So far, we haven't seen the director of the store, and those disaster victims can't ask anything..."

Looking at the starry sky outside the window, Xiao Ran has insomnia again. Maybe Xia Ruoyan will not worry, because she will not come into contact with officialdom at all, but Xiao Ran is different. He has seen too many money transactions. In this world with closed information, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. I'm afraid it's even worse. The night was so deep that except for a few stars, the surroundings were silent like a pool of stagnant water, as if they could hear the heartbeat echoing in my ears. Why can't you help talking about these things? Has he changed even himself in the world?

Maybe people are fickle.

The sun rises as usual, and on a new day, some people are full of ambition and some people worry about survival. The signboard of "Renji Hall" shines in the sun. Before opening, the door has already been filled with the usual queue. They are all disaster victims who came to see a doctor, because they are only one of the few free pharmacies. I would have waited here early last night. There are only four people in the store, who are responsible for two old men in charge of grabbing medicine, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt and a plainly dressed but beautiful shopkeeper.

Xiao Ran pasted * to the bronze mirror and checked it carefully. The mirror is clearly a Jianghu man, with yellow spots on the bridge of his nose and a big black mole at the corners of his mouth, which is very different from the original handsome appearance. He also had to thicken his voice. Fortunately, Xiao Ran had trained in his previous life, and now he is familiar with dressing up. Xia Ruoyan couldn't help laughing several times.

Xiao Ran said solemnly, "Shopkeeper Xia, open the door quickly. I'm afraid the victims can't wait."

Xiao Ran originally did not want Xia Ruoyan to receive patients. On the one hand, there was not enough manpower, and on the other hand, Xia Ruoyan insisted. Xiao Ran regarded himself as a small achievement in martial arts, and it should not be a problem to protect Xia Ruoyan, so he left. After several discussions, the incarnate shopkeeper worked in Renjitang. I have to say that Xia Ruoyan's temperament is free from vulgarity. Like a phoenix, it is still eye-catching even if it is put into a chicken coop. Although he is wearing ordinary people's clothes, he still can't hide the character's face and graceful body. If it used to be like an unruly princess, now it is like a small jasper, which is unforgettable no matter how it changes.

Xia Ruoyan covered her mouth and smiled, "Zhou Langzhong, open the door now."

The moment he opened the door, the people in line began to move, and Xia Ruoyan frowned. The number of people queuing has increased significantly from the first day, winding more than 30 feet away. Xia Ruoyan had to raise the volume and said, "Just press and pat it quickly. Don't squeeze. Zhou Langzhong can only propose to see a doctor at one time, and they are all waiting outside.

With the experience of the first day, Xia Ruoyan is obviously more open-open. This shout really worked. One person shouted, "Don't squeeze, listen to the female Bodhisattva..."

"Yes, if the female Bodhisattva is unhappy, no one can see a doctor..."

Xia Ruoyan also felt funny when she heard it. Xiao Ran didn't expect that using Xia Ruoyan as a shopkeeper would be better than expected. The store was sprinkled with limestone. There are several incense burners in the store. The furnace is burned with fine wood, fine spices, licorice and dried dates, and a stream of white smoke with the fragrance of medicine is slowly rising from the top of the furnace cover.

Xiao Ran is responsible for seeing a doctor and prescribing, and Kunlun's second old man Yi Rongcheng is responsible for grabbing medicine. Most of them are minor diseases and suffering from a large number of people. At this time, a dense layer of sweat oozed from the forehead. Xiao Ran brushed the sweat from his forehead and suddenly felt a fragrance hitting his nose. Looking up, Xia Ruoyan handed a white silk handkerchief and looked at herself with a smile.

Xiao Ran hesitated for a moment, nodded and took the silk handkerchief to wipe away the sweat beads, and said, "It doesn't matter."

Xia Ruoyan looked at Xiao Ran's busy figure and wanted to say something but didn't say anything. Isn't he still injured? How long can it last like this? Even the iron body can't stand it. After a while, an old man came in, moving slowly, with more than twice as many feet as ordinary people, which looked very strange.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to "seeing, hearing and asking questions", which can be said to be the essence summarized by countless people. In ancient times, there was a Bian magpie who wanted to call the marquis and left, but now there are people who look at the disease and know their diseases. Although the two medical skills cannot be compared, the breadth and depth of traditional Chinese medicine can be seen. Xiao Ran saw this disease. He had a general bottom in his heart and said, "Old man, you have been sick for a few days. How can you get infected?"

The old man's voice was hoarse: "Zhou Langzhong, I was originally from Tun County. The flood of the Yellow River washed away the fields, so I went south with the villagers to escape. My feet were soaked in water for a few days and began to feel itchy and numb. I didn't care. It will be like this in a few days.

Xiao Ran nodded and said, "It should be right. There is no problem with the edema caused by unconvinced water and soil and nutritional imbalance. I will prescribe two pairs of medicine for you twice a day."

Then he wrote: "One or two goat horns, leek roots, dried green onions, ginger slices, and white pepper. Now boil the dried radish soup to remove the dregs, then mix other medicinal herbs into fine powder and add them to the soup, and put the pot into a large pot. The gap between the two pots is filled with sand. Boil until the water is released, take half of it at a time, and the rest is generally applied to the affected area..."

The old man remembered the prescription and the wrapped medicinal materials, and couldn't help thanking him with tears in his eyes. A series of patients have changed one batch after another. Xia Ruoyan felt tired, and Xiao Ran still looked calm and prescribed prescriptions for people. Everything was so calm. As if he should do it. The sun quietly climbed from the east to the middle and shone on the earth. It has been three hours since the door was opened for treatment.

There is an endless stream of people outside the door of Renjitang, and there is no sign of decline. Not far away, two sneaky people poked their heads in the crowd and looked into the "Renji Hall", but there were too many people to see it. Suddenly, one person seemed to have found something and patted the other family and said, "Is this girl?"

There are beautiful women in the north, one smile falls on the city, two smile falls on the country, and three smiles fall on the hearts of the people.

Another man took the opportunity to look away, but saw a woman in a purple shirt standing at the door of Renjitang, with a melon seed face and willow leaves and eyebrows, her skin was stagnant and waist. He squeezed his lips and smiled. Although he could not be decorated, he was as beautiful as a fairy. The two were stunned for a moment. I don't know why such a beautiful family is in these inconspicuous things.

The two came to their senses until the surge of people. As if nothing had happened, he walked to a corner and said, "Do you see it clearly? Is she the woman the young master asked us to find?

"It's definitely wrong. There is a portrait hanging in the young master's study. I haven't wanted to find such a place for so long.

"Don't you mean that she is a sick man with two old slaves? Why didn't you see anyone?"

"I can't control so much. You keep an eye here. I'll go back and report the news. Don't let the young master wait for a long time."

Song Mansion, a large family with a history of nearly 100 years, stared at the pedestrians coldly. In the eyes of many villagers, they dare not provoke. Not only because Song Yuan is rich, but also manages most of the grain stores in this county. He also has dealings with household officials, and even the county magistrate does not want to provoke.

There are several servants standing next to the vermilion gate. Through the gate, several servants were cleaning the courtyard. The yard is full of potted rockery. Strange flowers and grass are scattered, and the corridor is winding. In the study, there are neat piles of books. The walls are full of the true spirit of famous people. Only a woman's picture stands out.