Grandma Yang hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her: "Xuan'er, this is a customer who wants to buy a shop. Don't be afraid. It'll be fine."
There was a spittoon in front of the bed, and inside was a jar of black blood, which was all Yang Xuan's vomit. He hid under the quilt and refused to see anyone. An Shuyao closed the curtains in the next moment and walked into the courtyard.
Grandma Yang followed closely behind, and she gently closed the door: "I'm sorry, little lady, my son hasn't seen anyone else for a long time, and his temper has become a lot weirder. Please forgive me."
Naturally, An Shuyao would not vent her anger on the patient, not to mention that it was her own suggestion to see him. However, she took a look at the red blisters on his body and asked, "Did your son suffer from red sores?"
The old woman looked astonished: "How did you know, little lady? My son is suffering from red sores."
"Most fire sores show up on the skin, with swollen blisters that are as small as Gorgon seeds and as big as peaches and plums, with broken skin and body fluids. It is a chronic and highly relapsing disease." An Shuyao explained the pathology of fire sores,
Then he continued: "Grandma Yang, the reason why I can see this is because I am also a doctor."
"If I'm not wrong, your husband should also have died of fire sores."
Grandma Yang did not deny it, her eyes were a little cloudy from crying: "Yes, my old man did die from red sores. This disease cannot be cured at all, so he can only rely on medicine. The family's money and people are gone."
, I have settled in Taolin County for more than 30 years, but I don’t have much savings. It is because of this disease that my son has not yet married. Unexpectedly, the red sore has not healed, and he started vomiting blood again half a year ago. Aunt Luo said, my family has been
Being shrouded in the evil spirit of evil spirits, if I don’t leave this place, my son’s time will be short.”
An Shuyao looked at the well: "Why is it covered?"
Grandma Yang was a little scared when she looked at the well: "This well is too evil. Half a year ago, my son drew water from the well to drink. The next day he started to have abdominal pain and vomited blood. When I drew water from the well, I didn't know where the clean water was.
When the well turned into blood, I was so scared that I sealed the well. My son's health became worse and worse, so I decided to take him away."
"Aunt Luo came to see her last time. I still didn't believe it. I didn't believe it until I found out that he was vomiting blood more and more frequently. I will sell this shop in the next few days."
"Little lady, this store is too evil, why don't we forget about it."
Grandma Yang really didn't want to harm An Shuyao, and the money she sold was very expensive, and a small household couldn't afford it. She was going to sell it to the county officials, and I think they would have a way to deal with this evil spirit.
What An Shuyao missed was a store, and it was on Yulin Street. How could she miss it?
So he smiled and said: "Since grandma is sincerely selling the store, I am also sincerely buying it. Besides, I am not afraid of these evil ghosts. Moreover, I have a remedy here that may be useful for your son's illness."
"Do you think you want it?"
How could Grandma Yang not want it? Her hair turned gray because of her son's illness, and she dreamed that he could recover. Even if it didn't work, she would treat him like a dead horse. If he couldn't be saved, she would stay with him for the last part of his journey.
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An Shuyao found paper, dipped it in ink and wrote down the recipe for Shi Zhensan, and asked her to use licorice to clean Yang Xuan's wounds. As for the vomiting of blood, it was most likely a stomach problem, but Yang Xuan refused.
She is also not easy to judge when meeting people.
I gave Grandma Yang a recipe for Yiwei Decoction to see if it would be effective.
Grandma Yang thanked her repeatedly, and finally An Shuyao negotiated the price of the house with her.
Grandma Yang said: "All the shops on this street cost about a thousand taels. The feng shui here is not good, so the low price is about 800 taels. But the young lady gave me two prescriptions, and I was busy leaving Tao.
Lin County, if you can pay the full price, I will give you seven hundred taels, what do you think?"
An Shuyao thought it was a good deal for a shop as big as seven hundred taels with a courtyard. She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you a deposit of one hundred taels first, and I'll give you the rest in two days."
You, your words are unfounded, but we still have to establish a written evidence, what do you think, grandma?"
Grandma Yang is no different. She is very grateful that someone is willing to buy this shop. She knew a few words when she was young. When she saw that there were no mistakes in the receipt, she signed and pledged it, and the sale was completed.
An Shuyao took out a hundred taels of silver and gave it to her before walking out.
She will come to hand over the house two days later.
But when she went out, she didn't see Lu Jin.
He didn't know where he was going. Afraid that the two of them would get distracted, An Shuyao was waiting for him in Grandma Yang's shop.
Shuhai Pavilion
This is a shop that specializes in books, calligraphy and paintings. It is considered the only bookstore in Taolin County. Because books are inherently precious, those who can afford to open this shop are wealthy.
Lu Jin walked in. There was only one shopkeeper inside, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. Seeing Lu Jin come in, he asked, "Master, do you want to buy a book?"
Lu Jin looked around and saw many paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. He asked, "I want to sell paintings."
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment. Judging from his demeanor, it must be an ancient painting passed down from his family, right?
He suddenly became interested: "As long as it's a good painting, we'll accept it. I wonder whose painting the young master wants to sell?"
Lu Jin pursed his thin lips and said softly: "My own."
The shopkeeper of the bookstore thought he had heard wrongly. How much could a painting that was not a master sell for? But he did not dare to chase Lu Jin away, so he could only say politely: "Young master, please stop joking. Although the shop is small, it knows its stuff.
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Lu Jin frowned slightly, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He took out a few pennies from his pocket and handed them to the shopkeeper: "Borrow me a pen and paper."
The shopkeeper of the bookstore saw that this person was stubborn and just wanted to get rid of him quickly, so he took out a pen and paper with a somewhat impatient look on his face: "I'm really impressed. I've never seen anyone like you. Please hurry up and draw."
I want to see what tricks you can come up with."
Lu Jin lowered his eyelashes slightly and painted on the paper seriously with an expressionless face. The shopkeeper, who was still cursing at first, looked at the painting and stopped talking. He watched in disbelief as Lu Jin simply sketched a few strokes and made the whole paper have charm.
This painting of mountains and flowing water was completed by Lu Jin. The shopkeeper was not ignorant. He was surprised and asked: "Is this the 'Flowing Water Zhiyin' written by Mr. Dong?"
Mr. Dong was the chief minister of the dynasty. He was also the prince's emperor's tutor. He had a high prestige among literati. Although there were many imitations leaked out, Lu Jin's painting was the most similar to one he had ever seen.
If he hadn't witnessed Lu Jin draw it under his nose, he would have thought it was an authentic work.
The shopkeeper of the bookstore excitedly picked up the painting and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more similar it became to him. Lu Jin was not as changeable as him. He just wanted to finish it quickly and find An Shuyao, so he got straight to the point: "Thirty taels of silver, this painting
Does your store want it?"
The shopkeeper of the bookstore gave me a meal, thirty taels? Is it so expensive?
Although it looked very similar, it was a fake after all. He wanted to bargain down the price: "Sir, this is too expensive. No matter how good your painting is, it is still fake. Can you tell me whether the price is appropriate?"