Everyone knows that the Gushu Hutong area is a slum in Chengyang County, but recently, for some reason, everyone in the Gushu Hutong has had good luck. One or two people in Gushu Hutong have found a good job, and there are faint signs of getting rich.
This matter caused a lot of discussion in other alleys around. Some people didn't believe in evil and came to see it. They smelled the aroma of meat wafting from house to house. The smell was extremely tempting.
Originally, the increase in rice prices had led to an increase in the prices of other commodities, but something so strange happened in the poorest places, which inevitably aroused suspicion, so everyone started to inquire.
After asking around, I found out that there was a magic fortune teller in Gushu Hutong, and word spread about it.
Now, the dilapidated house is still dilapidated. The only difference is that strangers will come to the courtyard at any time.
These people all came with the attitude of giving it a try, and left with full of doubts. But the next day, they would come back with a face full of joy, and hand it to Qingyu with a handful of coins.
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This morning, Qingyu took a handful of money from a person as usual. She counted the money carefully and then put it into the hemp rope. She took a look at the wooden-like person next to her.
Pan Ming didn't notice her, but looked at Shi'an and Hongtao with envy. Those two people were obviously younger than him, but they didn't act like children at all, and they were so powerful at such a young age.
It must be the result of learning from the master since childhood.
He looked at Su'er for a moment, then knelt down and held up a bag of dragon's beard candies, "Sister Qingyu, do you like sweets? My brother bought you delicious dragon's beard candies. They're so sweet. Try them."
As he spoke, he twisted a piece and handed it to Qingyu's mouth.
Qingyu groaned, not polite at all.
Pan Ming saw that her mouth was full of food and thought that the little sister was quite cute. He placed the whole bag in front of Qingyu and said, "Sister Qingyu, when do you think the master will teach me my skills?"
Qingyu saw the troubled look on his face and thought it was unlikely, unless young master you change your studies to medicine.
Pan Ming paused and then said: "Master and Master love you so much, why don't you intercede on behalf of my brother and let him teach me."
Although there were many people who called him master verbally, this was the only one who really showed him his skills. Pan Ming made up his mind to learn real skills from his master no matter what.
Qingyu finished one dragon beard candy, took another, and muttered,
"Dad, Brother Ming bought me candy and wanted me to intercede for him, so I ate it." She opened her mouth, but there was still a Dragon Beard candy in her mouth.
Zhufeng was sitting on the threshold shaking the dirt out of his shoes when he heard this and looked over.
Pan Ming looked embarrassed and nodded Qingyu's little head, "You little girl, you are so bad."
Then he came to Zhufeng with a sneer and begged, "Master, what do you want me to do before you agree? As long as you tell me, I will definitely do it."
Zhufeng finished shaking off the soil, put on his shoes again, patted the mud on his trouser legs, then stood up and asked: "The Sheriff's forehead doesn't hurt lately?"
Pan Minglue was startled, and then he made a calculation in his mind, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, I almost forgot about this. Thanks to the master for reminding me, today is the day to give my father acupuncture."
Zhufeng turned back to Wen Ya, who was reinforcing the roof, and said, "I'm going to go to the county magistrate's house, and you should be busy first."
Wen Ya glanced at him sideways, knowing that he wanted to run faster, but it was not what he wanted. "Don't worry, we'll do it when you come back." She climbed down from the roof as she said that.
Zhufeng's mouth twitched, and he muttered secretly, "You're being cruel," then he raised his head and walked away in high spirits.
Passing by the Gushu Alley, Zhufeng casually glanced at the first courtyard on the left. They originally wanted to rent this shabby courtyard, but Heart chose the shabby house behind the courtyard.
In recent days, new people have come to this courtyard, but Zhufeng has gone back and forth many times, but he has not seen anyone living in it. The door is always closed, making him curious. If he hadn't heard the sound occasionally, he would have
I don't believe there are people living in it.
"Master, what are you looking at?" Pan Ming asked.
"Who lives here? Why can't you see people?" Zhufeng shook his head and left.
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When I came back to the Sheriff's Mansion, I didn't expect that it would already be ten days later, but to Zhufeng, it seemed like I was just closing and opening my eyes as fast as I could. Once I got busy at this time, I couldn't catch it like running water.
Pan Chenggui was running errands in the yamen, so Pan Ming took Zhufeng to the back hall to rest for a while, and then ordered someone to get the silver needle.
The boy who was sent came back soon, but there was another person behind him, and the silver needle was being held by that person.
The visitor came forward and looked at Zhufeng for a while. He saw that the latter was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket that didn't fit him very well. He was even more gray and dusty. He really didn't look like a doctor at all, so he looked down on him. He thought he was just a charlatan.
If a blind cat encounters a dead mouse, it will just cure the Sheriff's headache.
Pan Ming bowed to the visitor as a junior, called out "Yang Yushi", and then asked: "Why is Yang Yushi here?"
Yang Jin cupped his hands, half-smiling but not smiling: "I heard that the miracle doctor is going to perform acupuncture on the county governor again, so I came over to see his elegance."
Pan Ming nodded and said to Zhufeng: "Master, this is Mr. Yang, the medical director." He introduced Zhufeng to Yang Jin.
Zhufeng smiled and stood up and arched, "Master Yang."
Yang Jin gave him a slight look, lifted his robe, and sat down.
Zhufeng smiled carelessly and sat down again.
The boy brought snacks and tea. Zhufeng took a sip of the tea and couldn't help but say "tsk". The tea in the governor's house was indeed different from the tea in the city guard's office. It was much more fragrant. He picked up another snack and ate it.
Then close your eyes comfortably.
He was enjoying himself leisurely here, but in Yang Jin's eyes, it was inappropriate.
Doctors should respect themselves. If they are so casual and do not know the rules, if they focus on treating diseases and saving people, then they are treating human lives as child's play. They are really just a charlatan who cannot stand up to the stage.
Perhaps the resentment was too heavy or something, Zhufeng suddenly opened his eyes and saw Yang Jin looking at him with disdain.
He smiled and said: "Master Yang seems to have some dissatisfaction with the common people? Is it because he envies the common people and a quack magician accidentally cured a difficult and complicated disease that has troubled you for many years? It caused you to lose face in front of the county governor?"
It's not just envy, it's simply jealousy.
When Yang Jin was poked at what he was thinking, he became angry and his face turned red immediately and he yelled:
"You are so bold and cunning. A mere charlatan dares to disrespect me. Even if you cure the Sheriff's headache, I can still punish you for the crime of disrespect."
Zhufeng yawned, then closed his eyes and fell asleep, but completely ignored Yang Jin.
Yang Jin was so angry that he grabbed the tea cup at hand. This bold and arrogant person dared to show off to him. Did he really think that he was lucky enough to gain face in front of the county guard and that he could show off his power?!
Zhufeng felt the naked resentment and groaned in his heart. Ordinarily, he could be regarded as the ancestor of doctors in the human world, but Yang Jin's attitude really made him, the ancestor, uncomfortable, so it was hard for him to have a good look.
Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was tense, Pan Ming quickly tried to persuade him in a conciliatory manner, "Master Yang, master is used to freedom. He didn't mean to offend."
Yang Jin snorted contemptuously, "I will never argue with a charlatan who is not on stage."
Pan Ming felt embarrassed for a moment, "Master's medical skills are superb, Mr. Yang, please don't say such things again."
Just as he was talking, Pan Ming stopped talking when he saw Pan Chenggui coming to the yard.
Yang Jin put away all his emotions and stood up first to salute, "Your Majesty the Sheriff, I heard that there is a miracle doctor here, so I came here to observe and learn."
Zhufeng finally opened his eyes and stood up to salute. Pan Ming also raised his hands and called "Father".
Pan Chenggui waved his hand, "Okay, everyone, sit down."
After a few people were seated, Zhufeng didn't bother to exchange polite greetings. He handed over the silver needles and stuck them one by one. The action was so fast that Yang Jin, who was watching, had no time to remember which acupoints were inserted and the order, and it was over.
Yang Jin was stunned. He looked at Zhufeng's casual and complacent look, and couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.
"How can acupuncture be such a child's play? The most important thing for acupuncturists is to be quick, especially when acupuncture points on the head are difficult to find. If you don't pay attention and find the wrong place, it may cause serious consequences of dementia. You must be cautious and cautious.
You, a sorcerer, act so arbitrarily on the governor's head. If you prick the wrong acupuncture point, even if you have ten heads, it won't be enough."