Several people walked towards him carrying items and carrying sad faces. Tie Zhu shut his mouth and after they left, he said: "Ah Li, I told you some time ago that there are rumors in the capital that there are many outsiders who have died."
, they are going to go to the streets to kill people.”
Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Yes, I remember."
"Later I went to check, didn't I? They were some tall and powerful Lianjiazi. They also took away many storytellers. Two of them did not come back. One was an old man from Hu Fangzhai, and the old man was not a few years old.
Tian was found dead outside the city. It was a violent death, which is terrible. I had guessed at the beginning that the old man must have been killed, and I was right."
"Where is the government?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "Has anyone from the government gone to investigate?"
"So many people are dying every day now. The government is simply too busy. You don't know how chaotic the world is now," Tiezhu said.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows, nodded, and said nothing.
After a while of silence, Tie Zhu looked at Xia Zhaoyi cautiously and said, "Ah Li, is this news of mine... useful to you?"
"Huh?" Xia Zhaoyi turned around.
Tie Zhu smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to touch his belly.
Xia Zhaoyi understood, took out a penny and put it in his bowl: "Here."
The one-money piece was quite heavy, and it made a very light collision sound with the broken bowl.
Tie Zhu was stunned, lowered his head and looked at the broken silver in the broken bowl, then raised his head: "Ah, Ah Li, there are too many."
"As I told you before, autumn and winter are difficult, so go buy some clothes," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Your information is very useful."
Tie Zhu nodded, carefully put away the broken silver, and couldn't help but look at Xia Zhaoyi again.
The girl walked slowly beside him, seeming to be thinking about something.
The weather today is not very good, there is no sun, and there are accumulated clouds, but the sky is still bright, but it is a bit dull.
Under such skylight, the girl's face looked unusually white and tender, as if it could reflect light. Walking so upright among the crowd, Tie Zhu felt that she was actually very eye-catching, but she was relatively young.
Tie Zhu looked away, suddenly feeling a little unable to lift his head.
He grew up on the streets, and it was enough to have food to eat. He never had shame, but now some strange feelings emerged.
This feeling is called inferiority complex.
The money given this time was really too much. In current currency, one qian was equal to one hundred copper coins. The little girl gave him so much directly.
Ever since he was a child, there was no one there who would be so generous to him and be so easy on him.
Tie Zhu felt his lips were a little dry, so he licked them and looked at Xia Zhaoyi.
He rarely asked her questions in return, such as why he wanted to know so much information. He knew that there were many things he should ask, and there were many things he should keep quiet about if he could. But now Tie Zhu couldn't help it anymore.
"Well, Ah Li, your clothes don't seem to be very good. I don't think you are a child from a poor family..."
The girl was a little lost in thought. After hearing this, she said casually: "Just keep warm. I go to many places every day. Good clothes are not practical for me."
"Oh," Tie Zhu responded, and then said, "Ah Li, where should I go if I want to find you in the future? I had a lot of news that I wanted to tell you before, but I have forgotten what to say now.
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"Well," Xia Zhaoyi thought for a while, stopped and said, "Well, Tie Zhu, please do me a favor."
"Huh?" Tie Zhu's eyes lit up, "Tell me, Ah Li, what are you busy with?"
Xia Zhaoyi looked around and saw the writing man not far away and said, "Come here."
Tie Zhu followed.
There were many people who came to ask me to write letters, and there were six or seven people lined up.
Although the writers wrote quickly, they read slowly, and some of them stopped to think.
Xia Zhaoyi took Tiezhu over, and the writer said, "Sir, are you writing a letter?"
"Borrow a pen and paper." Xia Zhaoyi said, placing a few copper plates on the stall while looking at other calligraphy and paintings on his shop.
Seeing that she looked like someone who had read a book, the writer nodded and handed over the extra pen and ink on the side.
Tie Zhu followed her. Although he had seen many writing stalls like this on the street, he rarely came here. Now that he followed her, he found it particularly novel and fun.
The person in front of the stall was still reading a message, very slowly. The writer was writing one stroke at a time, while turning his eyes to look at the girl next to him.
The girl seemed to be writing a prescription. The writer looked at her handwriting and was gradually stunned, feeling that something was wrong.
He was suddenly stunned, how could this little girl's handwriting be exactly the same as his?
The writer looked back at his handwriting, then looked at her again.
"Hey, hello!" The guest in front of him was unhappy and raised his hand to knock on the table.
The writer came back to his senses and said: "I didn't hear you clearly just now, please read it again..."
"alright."
At this time, the girl picked up the tip of the pen and blew on the ink on it. After it dried a little, she thanked the writer and left with the little beggar.
The writer raised his eyes and looked at her, thinking to himself that it was really strange.
"Here." Xia Zhaoyi handed a new prescription to Tiezhu.
Tie Zhu took it and looked at the characters above. Apart from 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, he only recognized "白" and "山".
"You want me to help you get medicine?" Tie Zhu raised his head and said.
"I can't catch you," Xia Zhaoyi stopped and said, "How is your memory?"
"Just so-so."
"Then bring an extra companion to help you memorize it together," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the prescription in his hand and said, "This prescription is for people with severe heart disease. The medicinal materials on it will definitely make them reject you. You are right next to it.
Stand for a while, pretend to be anxious, and write down as many conversations as you can hear with others, focusing on the number of medicinal materials mentioned."
"Okay." Tie Zhu nodded as if he understood, and then said, "Which pharmacy should we go to?"
"I want any drug store. There are several big drug halls in Beijing. I only went to Ping'an Hall and Baohe Hall. I haven't had time to go to the others."
"Well, then where can I find you?"
Xia Zhaoyi thought for a while and said, "Do you know Qiluyuan? It's a bookstore at Qiliqiao on Huiyang Street."
"I know, will I meet you there tonight?"
"I have something to do tonight, let's do it tomorrow, it's time tomorrow."
"Oh..." Tie Zhu nodded and folded up the prescription.
There was a commotion in the distance. Xia Zhaoyi and Tie Zhu looked up. The crowds gave way to both sides, and a group of patrolling cavalry and spear guards ran towards them at a very fast speed.
Watching them pass by, Tie Zhu said softly: "People are really scared now."
"Yes." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Many people die every day, and we don't know when it will be our turn."
Xia Zhaoyi paused slightly, looked at him, and smiled: "I'm going to work, so you should be careful."
"Um."
"See you tomorrow." Xia Zhaoyi said, turned and left.
Tie Zhu lowered his head and looked at the prescription in his hand, then looked up at the girl's figure.
If I remember correctly, she just said she had something to do tonight.
If there is anything going on at night, aren't they all sleeping? People like them who don't have a room to sleep in have to find a corner to sleep.
