Li Ang walked hurriedly through the neighborhoods. As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw two middle-aged men standing at the door of Baoantang Pharmacy, about to knock on the door.
One person has dark skin, a small beard, and holds a paper fan in his hand. The other person is fat and has a kind face. He is playing with two Wenwan walnuts in his left hand and carrying a string tied with it in his right hand.
wooden box.
Yu Miaoshui, and Ai Rong, the leader of the Xinglin Society in Zhenzhou City.
Li Ang narrowed his eyes, put the volume of "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" under his arm, walked forward, raised his hands and said hello, "Doctor Yu, Ai Huishou, you two are..."
"Sunrise, I'm waiting for you."
Ai Rong waved his hand with a smile and handed out the wooden box, "This is a set of Xuan brushes and inkstones I bought in Xuanzhou some time ago. I heard that you are also going to take the provincial examination this year. I wish you success."
"Thank you Ai Huishou for your kindness."
Li Ang glanced at the wooden box, but did not take it, and said calmly: "However, if you two are here for the Security Hall today, then there is no need.
Although Li Ang is not talented, he has no idea of selling his house."
"this..."
Ai Rong frowned, while Yu Miaoshui next to him clapped his folding fan, raised his hand to rub his small beard, and said calmly: "It's hard to say whether it's your house or not.
President Ai?"
Ai Rong sighed softly and said to Li Ang: "Ri Sheng, please take us into the house first. This matter... is more troublesome to talk about."
Li Ang glanced at the proud expression on Yu Miaoshui's dark and thin face, frowned slightly, turned around and led the two of them towards the back door of the security hall.
For shops with front and back yards like Baoantang, the outside of the store door is usually not locked, and is only fixed with a bolt or lock on the inside. When the front door is not open, the host and guests enter through the back door.
Li Ang unlocked the backyard door and took Ai Rong and Yu Miaoshui into the Baotang shop.
These two people obviously came with bad intentions. He was not in the mood to ask the maid to boil a pot of water. He removed the door latch and let the sunlight in. Then he poured some warm water from the morning from the kettle and sprinkled two tea leaves as if to entertain guests.
Tea.
"Ah."
Yu Miaoshui took a warm teacup, took a sip casually, placed the teacup gently on the wooden table, cleared his throat and said: "Risheng, your father and I are old acquaintances. Over the years, he has worked hard to save lives and heal the wounded.
, is a role model for doctors in Zhenzhou.
And our Xinglin Association has always had the purpose of helping each other and helping each other in times of difficulty.
Let's put it this way, I am willing to pay 180 yuan, plus a house on Anlin Street in the east of the city, and ten acres of paddy fields outside the city.
Bought Bao Bao Tang and three acres of medicinal fields under Bao Bao Tang's name.
One hundred and eighty guan can be used to pay for daily necessities, the house can be used for living, and the paddy fields can be rented out to tenant farmers for annual rent."
Yu Miaoshui smiled and closed the paper fan, took another sip of tea, and said proudly: "Together, it will be enough to support your livelihood for the next ten years. I even brought the land deed. As long as you sign it, then go
If you report to the Yamen, you can move to the house on Anlin Street in the evening..."
Li Ang narrowed his eyes slightly, "I refuse."
"That's right... hmm? What?"
"I reject."
Li Ang repeated it again and said calmly: "Since Dr. Yu is willing to offer such a high price, it is naturally impossible for Bao'an Tang to continue to operate safely.
If my father is still alive in heaven and sees that Baoan Tang has been transformed into a place selling your 'all-in-one mung bean soup' or other 'miraculous medicines', he will not be able to rest in peace."
Li Ang emphasized the words "all-in-one mung bean soup" and "miraculous medicine for healing". Ai Rong looked embarrassed and Yu Miaoshui narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of hatred on his dark face.
.
What he hated most in his life were those doctors who called him a doctor of good fortune.
"snort."
Yu Miaoshui's eyes were as cold as frost. Some time ago, he took advantage of the situation and half-collected and half-robbed a prescription from an old Taoist in the countryside. It was called Black Tiger Pill, which was made from Aracenia, Xionglao, Eucommia and other medicinal materials.
It can cure limb pain, joint swelling, and difficulty in flexion and extension.
He planned to follow the example of other medical families in the world and let Jifutang, under his name, sell only Black Tiger Pill from now on. With a huge profit, even if one day the title of "Fuji" is no longer there, he would still be able to sell it.
Rolling wealth.
The Bao'an Tang, which is adjacent to the Jieshui River and can easily sell patent medicines to any city in Jiangnan Province through water transportation, is an indispensable piece of the puzzle in his plan.
He wants to secure this drug store and this piece of land.
"Do you really think that this security hall belongs to you?"
Yu Miaoshui sneered: "Ai Huishou?"
Ai Rong on the side sighed softly and took out a piece of paper from his arms.
"This is the second version of the land deed of Bao Bao Tang, and the description of the property deed."
Ai Rong said: "I wonder if your father told you that when he built the security hall seventeen years ago, he borrowed the money from the public accounts of the Xinglin Association.
At that time, the former leader of the Xinglin Society was not me, but an old doctor from the south of the city who had passed away.
This contract said that in June of the third year of Yongzheng, your father would lend Xinglinhui one hundred and fifty guan, and he would pay back fifty guan after two years, one hundred guan after five years, and one hundred and fifty guan after ten years.
, a total of three hundred strings.
If all the money is repaid, then this security hall will belong to your father from now on.
If after seventeen years, that is, in June of this year, one hundred and fifty guan cannot be paid, then the Xinglin Society will have the right to take back the real estate of Baoan Tang and not refund the previous accounts."
Ai Rong put the paper on the table, pushed it in front of Li Ang, and explained: "Compared with the high-value loans provided by banks and temples, Xinglin will double the principal of members in ten years, which is considered kind.
For this explanation, your father has a version A, Xinglin has a copy B, and the Yamen has two copies, all of which are well-documented."
Li Ang glanced at the signatures, fingerprints, and patterns around the paper. There were no problems. In his memory, he seemed to have heard his father Li Hanquan mention that a contract was lost at home. Fortunately, there was Yi in the Yamen.
Edition and the like.
He silently put down the contract and looked at Ai Rong and Yu Miaoshui calmly, "Is this considered bullying?"
"Where does the sun rise?"
Yu Miaoshui grinned and said, "Isn't it because I'm worried that you will be grieving during the funeral and not have the time to deal with these chores?
If President Ai is deliberately bullying, he can wait until the last day of May, bring this contract over, and directly take away the security hall."
Li Ang didn't look at Yu Miaoshui at all, but asked Ai Rong: "Ai Hui leader, I remember that the use of public accounts of Xinglin Club is voted by every member who pays membership fees, right?
Didn’t this matter come up during the last Xinglin Association regular meeting?”
"this..."
Ai Rong's face was hesitant and dark, and he turned to look at Yu Miaoshui. Li Ang understood in his heart that during the four months of the mourning period, Yu Miaoshui had spent money to take care of all the other doctors in the Xinglin Society of Zhuzhou City.
.
Not even a few days of grace will be given.
Li Ang nodded slowly, "I understand..."
"finally understood?"
Yu Miaoshui sneered. If he hadn't been afraid of spreading the word and getting a bad reputation, he would have actually planned to ask Xinglin Hui to take away Baoantang's shops and land on the last day. "Twenty days. In twenty days, it will be one hundred and fifty."
Consistent contract duration.
I see that you, Risheng, don’t have the money on hand, right?
hehe,
The three acres of medicinal fields under the name of Bao'an Tang can only be pawned for thirty guan. And if you borrow a high-interest loan, you can barely close the hole, but with compound interest, Bao'an Tang will still fall into the hands of others within a few months.
in hand.
It's better to sell the security hall to me now, so as to preserve the dignity of the old medical center.
Otherwise, it would be miserable to end up living on the street and have to beg for food from others."
Tap tap tap.
There were footsteps at the top of the stairs. Chai Cuiqiao, who had been eavesdropping at the top of the stairs, ran over at a trot, flushed, put her fists on her waist, and yelled at Miaoshui: "You are bullying me too much!"
Yu Miaoshui and Ai Rong didn't look at her at all, staring straight at the expressionless Li Ang, waiting for his answer.
brush.
Li Ang stood up from the chair, pointed at the wide open main door with his hand, and said calmly: "Please, come back in twenty days. By then, I will have raised one hundred and fifty coins."
This chapter has been completed!