Separated by a wall, some things in the inner and outer cities are completely different, such as houses.
The same small courtyard with a courtyard only requires eighteen taels of silver in the outer city, but a full sixty-three taels in the inner city. After working for a long time, it still costs 61 taels!
With his wages as a handyman in the government office, it would take him forty-two years to afford it without food or drink!
Even a well-established jailer like Mr. Yang would have to spend six years without food or drink before he could afford such a small four-bedroom apartment.
"The car and boat shop's legs and teeth should be killed if they are innocent... The old man's pension is almost spent."
After gritting his teeth and coming out of the dental clinic, Yang Yu was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
The money bag sent by Mr. Wang contained twenty taels of silver and a bank note of fifty taels.
This greatly exceeded the yamen's pension in previous years. Yang Yu guessed that if "San Chi Liu" hadn't discovered it due to his conscience, it would have been Wang Captou who had spoken.
This money was quite a lot, but I still spent most of it without spending it. I bought a house.
"Sir, please go slowly. Someone will send you the house deed tomorrow."
The dental practitioner laughs.
"I have to find a way to make some money..."
Putting away the bills, Yang Prison was thinking about it in his mind.
'The old man's pension is less than ten taels, and the silver I collected from Wang Liu is only a little over ten taels...'
'Don't tell me that I won't touch even a cent of the old man's pension. Even if I use it, these twenty taels in total will only be enough medicinal materials for twenty medicinal baths...'
'I heard from Old Man Wei that Hu Wan was successful, and he bought at least more than 300 medicinal materials before and after. It's really terrible...'
"I don't know how powerful the 'blood exchange' is, but how rich it is, I already know..."
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Thinking silently in his mind, Yang Yu turned around and walked to the drug store, ready to prepare a batch of medicinal materials to try.
According to what Old Man Wei said, blood transfusion is not accomplished overnight. It is a time-consuming effort and there is no shortcut.
It can be as fast as one or two years, or as slow as three to five years. It can only be accumulated little by little, and there is a possibility of blood transfusion failure.
And if it fails once, it will take a hundred days to complete. If it fails three times, not only will there be no hope of blood transfusion, but it will also damage the body's meridians...
"Why have all the prices increased?"
Yang Yu had a look of pain on his face.
A trace of impatience flashed across the face of the drugstore shopkeeper wearing a small felt hat behind the counter, but he still suppressed his temper and said:
"It's not a matter of the outer city. I don't know where the evil wind came from. In this month, more than twenty people have died. There are more people taking medicine. Can't the price be increased?"
"About twenty people have died already? Why are there so many?"
A customer buying medicine exclaimed: "This, can't this be a plague?"
In this era when wind and cold can kill people, it is normal for a few people to die, but it is a bit too shocking to see more than 20 people die from the disease in one month.
"Then who knows?"
The shopkeeper of the medicine shop said casually while weighing the medicinal materials: "If it's too expensive, just wait a few days. In a few days, the caravan delivering medicinal materials should be back from Shunde Prefecture..."
“Can illness wait?”
The customer glared and quickly took out the money to buy the medicinal materials he needed.
'We have to move as soon as possible...'
Yang Yu's heart also sank.
He remembers that his mother-in-law talked about you at noon. In the alley where he lives, there are also two brothers who are seriously ill.
If this is really a plague...
His heart tightened, and Yang Yu didn't want to bargain anymore. He took out the ten taels of silver he had collected from Wang Liu and bought enough medicinal materials for seven or eight days.
He hurried out of the pharmacy door and rushed home.
The sun was setting and the sky was getting darker. Yang Yu was not slow in his pace and returned to the outer city just in time for the inner city to close.
"Xiao Jing? How did you buy so many medicinal materials? Is anyone in the family sick?"
After turning a few streets, Yang Prison was about to go home when he heard someone calling him.
When he turned around, he saw several government officials carrying a straw mat coming out of a side alley. The person holding a small straw mat behind him was none other than Zhu Shisan.
"You guys go ahead, I'll have a word with Xiao Jiao."
After speaking to his companion, Zhu Shisan moved over in small steps. At the same time, the stench came from the shop, making Yang Yu couldn't help but take a step back.
"This is?"
Looking at the corner of the swaddling clothes exposed on the straw mat, Yang Yu looked a little ugly.
"Sigh. I don't know how many days this family member has been dead. When the neighbors found out, their bodies were stinking..."
Zhu Shisan looked a little sad:
"This child has been starving to death for several days..."
Halfway through his words, Zhu Shisan could no longer speak, and Yang Yu also fell silent.
"correct."
After a while, Zhu Shisan seemed to have remembered something and said: "I heard someone say yesterday that someone heard 'San Chi Liu' reprimanding Wang Shaotou, it seemed that it was because of your old man's pension..."
"...Wang Captou sent it this morning..."
Yang Yu paused for a moment before answering.
"That's good."
Zhu Shisan looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he approached and lowered his voice: "Xiao Jing, listen to me, take the pension and buy an empty house in the inner city. It doesn't matter if it's more expensive..."
Yang Yu's heart moved: "Do you know something?"
Although he and Zhu Shisan were both yamen servants, they did different jobs. He joined the warehouse because of his arithmetic skills.
Zhu Shisan patrolled the streets every day, doing dirty work such as 'picking up corpses', 'cleaning the county office' and 'carrying supplies'.
The news is much better informed than his.
"It's hard to say how many there are."
Zhu Shisan hesitated for a moment, looked around and saw no one around, then said: "I'm just telling you, don't tell anyone else."
Without waiting for Yang Yu to nod, he said again:
"This disease in the outer city is strange. I'm afraid it's a plague. You, just leave quickly..."
"Zhu Shisan!"
A shout from a distance interrupted Zhu Shisan's words.
He hurriedly responded, said goodbye to Yang Prison, and followed him with the straw mat in his arms.
"plague."
Yang Prison sighed.
With the hygiene of the outer city, it is not impossible for a plague to spread. He was not sure whether it was true or not, but it was true that the outer city could not tolerate it.
Thinking about this, Yang Yu did not go home, but turned back and came to the gate of the inner city. He took out two coins and asked the gatekeeper on duty at the inner gate to wait.
After that, he hurried home without packing anything, and hurried back to the inner city with Granny Yang on his back, arriving at the small courtyard he had just bought but had not received the deed yet.
There are four districts in the inner city, east, west, south and north. The south is the most prosperous and the north is more depressed. Naturally, the one he bought was the Beicheng district.
Although it is not as good as Nancheng District, it is much better than the outer city.
Seeing Yang Prison using a broken knife to pry open the door, Granny Yang became a little worried: "Xiao Prison, isn't it bad for others to see this?"
"Come early and feel at ease. We have also bought this house. How can others control the door of your own house?"
Yang Yu didn't care.
The small courtyard is not big. There are two south rooms, two north rooms, and one wing room, with a small courtyard. The small courtyard is not big, with only two water tanks and one old tree.
After hastily tidying up, my mother-in-law was settled down.
Yang Prison didn't rest either. He boiled water in a pot and began to boil the medicinal materials. Two hours later, he poured the boiled medicinal liquid directly into the large vat.
He poured the prepared hot water into it again, tested the water temperature, then stripped naked and jumped in wearing only his underwear.
"Exchange blood..."
Yang Yu calmed down and began to adjust his breathing according to the method taught by Wei He.
"According to Old Man Wei, the biggest difficulty in blood transfusion is to let go of your mind and stop thinking. Hu Wan's blood transfusion, just at this stage, wasted at least dozens of pots of medicine..."
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People's minds are so chaotic that they never stop for a moment even in dreams. They have to train for a long time, otherwise they will not be able to control them at all.
In the warm and even scalding medicinal liquid, Yang Yu thought in his heart, but silently recited something.
"Refining!"
Buzz~
The next moment, he came to the Cauldron of Gluttony again.
"I don't know if it's feasible..."
As soon as the thought came to Yang Yu's mind, he saw the dark cauldron wall, except for the progress bar of 'Refining the Broken Sword'.