After Zhao Yeming and Zhao Ningdai walked over, they saw a thin middle-aged man who was crying, crying desolate and aggrieved, as if he was venting, containing endless bitterness.

In the courtyard lay a hooligan who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and vomited blood all over his mouth, while the other scoundrel was lying on his knees in the house, motionless.

"Are you all right? Zhao Ningdai walked over and asked with concern.

Xiong Baizhou shook his head, looked at Zhao Yeming and said, "Brother Zhao, come over and see if these fonts are familiar." ”

The couplet on the door should have been handwritten by Yang Qishan a long time ago, but it gradually faded under the passage of time, but the outline and font can be vaguely seen.

Zhao Yeming recognized it for a while, and took out the prescription that the secretary and mayor of Shiqiao Town used to fool him from his pocket, and the handwriting matched very well under the comparison between the two.

"Is this what you wrote?" Zhao Yeming asked with his head down.

Yang Qishan didn't answer, just immersed in cathartic tears.

"No need to ask, he should have written it. Xiong Baizhou held a crumpled notebook in his hand, greasy and mildewy, the pages were torn and incomplete, and the four corners were exaggerated upward.

However, when I opened the notebook, what was recorded on it was actually a prescription, just like in Zhao Yeming's hand, with names, efficacy, and materials.

Zhao Yeming's face was heavy, and he took the notebook and flipped through it carefully: "Some are still very common, and some are very rare, but there is a record of the tea medicine that the old man drank in the cave just now." ”

"Is that valuable?" asked Xiong Baizhou.

"Very valuable. Zhao Yeming nodded affirmatively: "I just don't know why he records these things." ”

"Then take it back, it doesn't help to stay here, and the final outcome is that the prescription is lost in this world. Looking at Yang Qishan's current situation, Xiong Baizhou had no idea of finding out, and directly suggested that Zhao Yeming take this record back.

Zhao Yeming thought for a while, squatted down and said to Yang Qishan: "I want to take this notebook back and copy it, what conditions do you want?"

Zhao Yeming spoke quite loudly this time, but Yang Qishan only raised his eyes and looked, but he was still indifferent.

Zhao Yeming said it several times in a row, but Yang Qishan didn't respond.

Xiong Baizhou sighed, squatted down and stared at Yang Qishan:

"It's probably a waste to keep this notebook with you, we give a condition in exchange for this record, are you willing?"

Yang Qishan still ignored it.

Xiong Baizhou didn't care, his eyes were bright: "The condition of this exchange is that I guarantee that your daughter will grow up studying and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life." ”

Yang Qishan's crying stopped abruptly, and he raised his head sharply and stared at Xiong Baizhou.

Xiong Baizhou looked at each other calmly.

At this time, Yang Qishan's eyes only had some human emotions.

"I'll come back again, you can treat and bandage it first. ”

Xiong Baizhou took down the medicine box from the car and put it at Yang Qishan's feet, which was specially placed by Wang Forsythia in the car for backup.

"Sometimes it's too tiring to endure all the time, and I'll give you a chance to take revenge. ”

Before leaving, Sheng Yuanqing "dealt with" the two gangsters who had passed out, and the so-called "treatment" was to drag them out directly and throw them to the mountain, as for mosquitoes, snakes, and beasts, they were not within the scope of Sheng Yuanqing's consideration at all.

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The way back was quiet, and everyone in the carriage was reluctant to speak.

Zhao Yeming didn't speak because he was looking at the contents of the prescription in his notebook;

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