"Cheap brother, look at these people, how strange are they?"

Yuan Qianwei couldn't help but wonder and asked Mi Xiaobei in a low voice.

Mi Xiaobei naturally noticed it, but what caught his eye more was the bottles and cans in those people's arms.

"Ha'er, do you smell a smell of Chinese medicine?"

Yuan Qianwei snorted, and he didn't know if he really smelled it, or if it was to cater to Mi Xiaobei: "Mmmm, it seems to be the smell of wormwood and cumin......"

Mi Xiaobei smiled slightly: "Why don't you say that there is still pepper and star anise pepper powder......? This is...... Whew......"

He sniffled and said, "Hmm...... I don't know!"

Yuan Qianwei wanted to give Mi Xiaobei a powder punch, but thinking that it was on the street, he couldn't help it.

The two followed the crowd of threes and twos, looking for the smell of traditional Chinese medicine and walked towards the south entrance of the city, and found the gathering point of the crowd at the exit of the city street in the south of the city.

There were several people in black armor in the crowd, holding spears in one hand and bottles and cans in the other, and they were also waiting in line.

These patrolling soldiers all appeared in this place as ordinary citizens.

Mi Xiaobei raised his eyes and saw that this was a simple house, and there was a brown plaque under the eaves: Puji Hall.

There was a huge casserole pot in the doorway, and the pot contained a steaming medicinal juice. An old man and a young man are distributing medicinal juice to people in line, and each person can only take a maximum of three catties at a time.

Mi Xiaobei understands that these people are here to buy traditional Chinese medicine.

The old and the young did not wear masks, probably to prove that their traditional Chinese medicine is effective.

Mi Xiaobei saw the two of them clearly.

The old one was a white-bearded old man, and the silver beard was similar to the old monster called Yixiao Red in Dongyue Peak, he was much taller, but his beard was not as long as Yihong's, but it was a few feet.

The less is a beautiful girl, and Yuan Qianhao is all the same, each with its own beauty.

Traditional Chinese medicine does have a certain role in curbing the plague, but when Chinese medicine is sold on the street, doesn't the medical bureau intervene?

Looking at the soldiers in the crowd, blatantly wearing black armor and holding spears, to line up to buy potions, is this an official recognition?

Mi Xiaobei couldn't help but worry about this old and young.

If someone reports it to the state capital, it is difficult to say that they will not be accused of making a fortune.

So he walked straight to the medicine stall.

Because he didn't have bottles and cans in his hands, no one in the queue spoke, so it was a big deal, so let this red-faced man drink a glass of medicinal juice first, and he didn't expect how much time to delay.

Looking at his complexion, it is estimated that he is already terminally ill and will not live long.

The people of Qingzhou are actually very kind many times, and even in the face of disasters, they do not forget their original intentions.

Mi Xiaobei arched his hand at the old man and said loudly: "Old man, how do you sell this medicinal juice?"

The old man who was busy didn't raise his head, and replied in the same voice: "This little brother, don't you see the name of my shop?

Mi Xiaobei was slightly shocked in his heart: This old man doesn't look at himself, just by listening to the voice, he knows that he is a little brother.

So I decided to give it a try.

"Old gentleman, this is a good deed in the world! Great, Xiaosheng's poisoning is too deep, it is estimated that there is no cure, just try this medicinal juice of the old gentleman, can you give Xiaosheng two catties first?"

When the old man heard this, he immediately raised his head to look at Mi Xiaobei, but he just glanced at it, and immediately lowered his head and went to work.

said in his mouth: "Little brother, the old man is busy, you should go home quickly!"

There was a sudden cry of regret behind him, everyone thought that Mi Xiaobei was hopeless, and his death was not far away.

Mi Xiaobei smiled secretly and decided to continue the temptation: "What, does the old gentleman also think that Xiaosheng is going to die?"

The old man still didn't look up, handed a jar of medicinal juice to a woman next to Mi Xiaobei, and said straight in his mouth: "The king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, and he won't keep you until the fifth watch, so don't joke with the old man, the old man can't be busy......"

Mi Xiaobei was speechless.

In the past few days, when many people saw Mi Xiaobei's face, they thought that he had either run into evil spirits or been plagued by plague, and even his parents were shocked.

If it weren't for Mi Xiaobei's sworn explanation, his father wouldn't have let him go out.

But this old man could see at a glance that he was sick or not, if it weren't for his medical skills, he would have descended to earth......

Seeing that this old and young man is indeed very busy, and has confiscated a penny, he has been helping all living beings, and he really needs someone to help.

But Mi Xiaobei can't help, Yuan Ai'er is going to Nanshan, and the little lady Lu Xiaoxue is also very important.

So he bowed deeply to the old man and said sincerely, "Xiaosheng has thanked the old man here." In this way, Xiaosheng has important things to do, and in about an hour, he will come to help the old gentleman. ”

The old man raised his head and smiled slightly.

Looking at the beads of sweat on the old man's face, Mi Xiaobei felt a little regretful, the old man was a mortal, not a god.

It is difficult to say whether the medicinal juice of mortals can fight the plague.

Looking sideways at the girl, she looked fifteen or sixteen years old, younger than Yuan Qianhao, of course, she was talking about the previous Yuan Qianhao.

The girl is delicate and moving, and she also has beads of sweat on her face.

The girl also glanced at Mi Xiaobei and smiled slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

Mi Xiaobei suddenly felt excited, and wanted to take a closer look at the girl, but Yuan Qianhao had already moved to his side.

So he quickly moved his gaze to the old man, bowed slightly, and retreated.

Walking out of the city gate, Mi Xiaobei said to Yuan Qianwei: "Ai'er, let's go to Nanshan quickly, give the things to your mother, I decided to come here to help!"

Yuan Qianwei nodded frequently: "Brother Cheap is so good! After a while, Hae Er also came here to help. ”

"Oh?"

Mi Xiaobei Taoist didn't expect Yuan Qianwei to think the same way.

This unruly princess, who lives a life of fine clothes and food in the Yuan Mansion and does whatever she wants, why is she suddenly so down-to-earth?

When I think about it, I understand.

It's all because there is such a flower-like girl in Puji Hall.

Mi Xiaobei sneered in his heart, glanced at Yuan Qianhao, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay......!

"Mi Xiaobei!"

Yuan Qianwei suddenly shouted angrily, startling Mi Xiaobei.

"What's wrong, my eldest lady, what's the little one that you off again?"

Yuan Qianwei looked angry, but unfortunately his face was a little older, and he looked hypocritical: "I've told you many times, Miss Ben is the second miss, not the eldest miss!"

"Cut!"

Mi Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief and walked away.

Yuan Qianwei hesitated for a moment and hurriedly followed.

Her face is the day of June, and it changes when she says it. After a while, he whispered softly: "Cheap brother, you said that my mother saw you, will you ......?"

"No, no, no!"

Mi Xiaobei hurriedly said: "When I was lying on the roof, they were actually finished, besides, I also rescued her later, so she won't hate me...... What's wrong with you, haze?"

Speaking of which, this Mi Xiaobian is really heartless.