Yu gave up the Situ Mansion and was still a little confused.
Find a witch by yourself to help.
As a result, the other party did not resort to such appalling demonic methods as cutting out the liver and draining blood, but instead prescribed a pair of Liuwei Dihuang Pills to get rid of him.
Who can believe this?
Yu Xian had given up on Diao Chan.
Okay, Liuwei Dihuang Wan is just Liuwei Rehmannia Wan.
After Yu Xian returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he used some tricks to sneak into the warehouse and rummage around.
He practices wood-attribute skills, so it is not difficult to find medicinal materials.
However, Yu Xian did not find the "Yi Dou" created by Emperor Qin as he expected.
He was not disappointed.
If this thing really existed in the warehouse as grandly as in the copy, then it would be called a ghost.
Dong Zhuo probably wouldn't have carried this thing with him.
Although this baby sounds awesome and magical, if it doesn't have "one inch" or "one pound" to match, it's just a convenience for loading things at most.
Although the volume of the items packed in remains the same, the more items are loaded, the heavier the weight becomes.
The magic of "a bucket" is that it can hold a large number of things made by humane civilization, but when it really comes into play, it will cause the huge inconvenience of being overweight.
It can be said that using "one bucket" alone is still a bit useless.
Yu Xian secretly guessed that Emperor Qin's "Yi Dou" should be hidden in the main register.
I still need to get Dong Bai's advice on this matter.
Yu Xian processed the collected medicinal materials and finally made dozens of honey pills, which were sealed with wax.
He picked one up and threw it into his mouth, hoping it would have some effect.
Early the next morning, Yu Xian looked at himself in the mirror and found that his energy and blood were becoming increasingly deficient.
Last night, he had two heart palpitations, which made Yu Xiansheng feel intensely uneasy.
Yu Xian took out the silver gourd and prayed for his grandfather to sue his grandmother. After entering, he was still ejected by a ray of light.
Yu Xian had no choice but to wait quietly until dusk, preparing to meet those unconventional novelists first.
In the afternoon, as the sun was getting westward, Yu Xian still quietly came out from the corner door without alerting the guards.
After a while, Yu Xian blended into the bustling and lively crowd.
He followed the direction in his memory and looked for the alley.
When I arrived, I saw that there were shops on both sides of the alley. However, they were not the bookstores that Yu Xian had imagined. They were just ordinary pen and ink shops, some of which also sold inkstones, pen holders and other ornaments.
Yu Xian hesitated, could it be that novelists of this era made a living by selling these?
Then should I take the initiative to strike up a conversation and ask?
Yu Xian stretched out his head and took a few glances. Seeing that the shopkeepers didn't look like scholars, he felt a little hesitant.
Could it be that Li Su was lying to himself?
Not really.
Yu Xian walked from store to store without saying whether to buy or not to buy.
Just walking like this, looking around.
The clerks in those shops greeted him twice, and when they saw Yu Xian's appearance, they all went about their business in a clear manner.
This alley is not long. Yu Xian walked from the east end to the west end, but he didn't see anyone who looked like the novelist.
Yu Xian was about to give up when suddenly a man with a sinister look bumped into him.
Yu Xian frowned and was about to scold.
I saw the man lifting up his robe sleeves, revealing a thin booklet, and then asked with a wink, "Do you want it?"
"Huh?"
Yu Xian was a little surprised and wanted to reach out to take it, but the man rolled up his sleeves and put the things away.
"Don't touch it if you don't want to buy it. This is a book made of paper. It's very expensive."
Yu Xian felt somewhat certain. He looked at the man and asked, "How do you sell things?"
The man stretched out a hand and said, "One hundred dollars."
Yu Xian's purpose was to find the novelist, so naturally he would not begrudge the money for a book.
He took out some money from Dong Zhuo's treasury last night, but it was nothing.
Yu Xian took out the money, and the man immediately smiled and said, "It's so refreshing."
Then he handed the book over.
Yu Xian took the thin booklet, opened it, and saw an illustration of a beautiful woman, and a long paragraph of descriptions that spoke directly from his heart. Flipping through the pages, they were all like this.
Yu Xian was silent.
Well, blazing a trail is always difficult, and it was not easy for the novelist ancestors either.
Your own business is more important.
Yu Xian politely raised his hand and asked, "May I ask your name, sir?"
Hearing this, the old man with stern eyebrows looked at Yu Xian warily and said, "Why, are you going to report to the official position?"
In an era where morality is the basis for law, this pamphlet is enough for an old man to drink a pot of wine.
Yu Xian smiled and said, "No way, it's just convenient to greet you."
The old man thought for a while and said hesitantly, "Then just call me Mr. Chunqiu."
Yu Xian thought to himself that this old man was really brave enough to speak.
"Spring and Autumn" is an important Confucian classic. If you dare to use it as a title, you are either a person with two brushes or a boastful person.
Yu Xian hesitated and asked, "I have something I want you to help me with?"
Mr. Chunqiu was slightly startled after hearing this, "Let's talk about it."
Yu Xian inquired, "Have you seen the vision in Luoyang City a few days ago?"
When Mr. Chunqiu heard this, he looked at Yu Xian a few times and said, "Of course I have seen him."
Yu Xian nodded and whispered, "To be honest, one of my brothers is involved in this, and I want to help him."
When the old man heard this, he was shocked.
He quickly declined, "It's not that I won't help you, it's just that this matter is too big. I'm just a low-ranking person, how dare I get involved in such a thing."
As he said that, the old man wanted to apply oil on his feet.
Yu Xian grabbed the old man and whispered, "Is there a convenient place to talk?"
The old man hesitated and said, "This..."
Yu Xian bared his teeth at him and threatened in a low voice, "If I were you, I would never offend a desperado in vain."
There was fear on the old man's face, and he said awkwardly, "It's not that I'm ignorant, but I'm just a writer of spring letters, so I don't have that much ability."
Yu Xian didn't answer, but looked at the old man dangerously.
The old man was born in the market and had long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of people. He knew that this person was not easily shaken, so he had to smile bitterly and said, "There is a horse market in front of you, and the owner of the Tao Hui there is a good friend of mine. We can go there.
Take a seat."
Directly east of the Imperial City of Luoyang is the horse market, and the Sauce Club is similar to the Yahang of later generations, and is a place where large-scale transactions are brokered.
In this era, not only was information limited, but transportation and payment were also inconvenient. In addition, some businessmen were not very knowledgeable about the market when they came to other places. Gradually, these places for matching businesses began to flourish.
Yu Xian was not afraid of what tricks this wretched old man would play.
He reassured the guy, "Don't be afraid, I just want to have a good chat with you. I won't force you to do something or not. If it's done, I won't treat you badly."