"Miss Jun's family hid in the boudoir and married a woman, I thought that the Jun family would be cut off in this world in Runan, but I didn't expect it to be such a blockbuster."

Standing on the side of the road, looking at the crowd on the street that remembered the impassability, a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe twisted his beard and sighed.

A few other urbane scholars beside him nodded in agreement.

They all looked at the location of the Nine Ages Hall, but the crowd blocked the small grass hut, let alone the people sitting in the grass hut.

But the collapsed and messy houses are more and more eye-catching.

This kind of collapse is not a ground fire, nor is it the age of the rough grass house, but obviously it is man-made to tear down.

The readers frowned.

"Why did this Jun family's Jiuling Hall collapse?" The middle-aged man who sighed at the right time asked.

How did the Jiuling Hall of the Jun family collapse These small people in the market know best, but the chatting after tea and dinner in the streets and alleys is their fun, and there is nothing they don't know about what happened in the city.

But these are just everyone's talking points, as for the rest, especially when it comes to the dispute over land and real estate, it is difficult for the Qing officials to decide, and it is even more irrelevant to them.

But now that Jiulingtang is so powerful, even these readers came to see the excitement, and they also took the initiative to ask, so someone took the initiative to tell them about it.

It's nothing more than the orphan girl who came back to open a medicine hall, but the family property was coveted, and as a result, the house was pushed overnight.

However, Miss Jun was not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, and resolutely built a grass hut on the ruins to open the door for consultation with the sign of Jiulingtang, and was as kind as her grandfather's family style.

Under the exaggerated descriptions of the people. A lonely and strong girl is shaped in front of the eyes of the reader.

Especially when she heard that in the face of the collapse of the house, Miss Jun did not cry or make trouble, and her small body stood on the ruins with Jiulingtang in her arms. Turning to face the scene when the people announced the opening of Jiuling Hall.

is like a general who swears to defend the land in the face of the surging enemy army, and like a loyal minister who faces treacherous and chaotic government, he swears not to be dirty.

"Good temperament." A reader sighed.

"It's not a loss to be a descendant of the Jun family." Another sighed, "There is the benevolence of the healers of the ancestors, and the scholarly spirit of the fathers. ”

"Who bullied such an orphan girl?" There is an older composure that asks the most critical questions.

The people did not feel the integrity and style that the readers said. But in the face of threats, it is always nice to be able to turn the tide and become famous.

Of course, the people have their own little cunning, and they will not point out in words that it was Master Yan who did it, but they can't afford to mess with Master Yan. But someone can mess with.

"We don't know." A few people frowned, "However, someone probably knows." ”

They said and pointed to the crowd.

"Well, the people of the old Hu family said a while ago that this is their house."

Old Hu's family?

The readers also looked at it.

What is Lao Hu's house?

And on the other side of the tall building. There are also many people looking at the Jiuling Hall here.

From the upper floor, you can clearly see the grass hut on the rubble ruins. The people inside can't see it, but the simple and old plaque with the three characters of Jiulingtang can be seen clearly.

Because the scene was too chaotic, the people waiting to see a doctor spontaneously maintained order and stopped those patients who wanted to thank them outside.

"You don't have to nag, of course Miss Jun knows that she will cure you, so don't affect her treatment."

But this did not let these grateful people leave, Miss Jun knew that it was Miss Jun's business that they would be cured, and they were still willing to let more people know. At the same time, in order to vent the joy of being cured for a long time, they all stood outside and excitedly described the severity of their previous illness. How many doctors I saw, how many medicines I took, how painful and desperate I was, and how I was cured by a few medicines from Miss Jun.

As the narration was narrated and the people who were listening to the lecture cried or laughed, the scene was very noisy.

"Some people say that Miss Jun's medicine is mysterious."

The person on the tall building retracted his gaze and said.

"Yangcheng Fangjia, Deshengchang, Jinshan Yinshan, how clever the doctor is, how rare the prescription can be."

This made the rest of the room laugh.

"This is a cure, not a scientific expedition." One of them said, "Even if you don't have any ink on your chest, you can do it if you miss a question and do a trick, and you can do it as a jinshi, but this treatment and saving people is a technical job, and you can't do it at all." ”

"Yes, she has seen dozens of patients in the past half a month, with different conditions and different origins, one or two, more than a dozen can do the means, but all of them are favored, then this means is probably only the gods can do it." Another sighed.

"And we have sent people to inquire about it, and these patients have not contacted anyone since then, nor have they changed their decoctions." Someone followed and said, "No matter how capable the Fang family is, it is impossible to be so flawless." ”

Everyone's eyes looked out the window again.

"There is no other possibility than my own real ability." One of them affirmed.

Someone laughed.

"Then Yan San kicked the iron plate this time." He said.

At this point, someone booed.

"Look, the people from the county are here." He said, gesturing downstairs.

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"I don't go to the doctor." Miss Jun looked at the man in front of her and said.

Now the people in line are eyeing each other and will never allow others to occupy their places, but the arrival of this man makes people get out of the way without complaint.

He walked straight over and asked if Miss Jun might come to the door for a consultation.

Miss Jun replied very simply.

"This is the steward of our county lord." The people waiting next to him couldn't help but remind.

Miss Jun sighed, and gave the man a slight salute, which was regarded as a greeting, but there was no other action.

The man didn't think about it either, and smiled.

"Then let's come here." He said with a kind expression, and was about to turn around when he saluted Miss Jun, but he didn't leave, and when he saw the ruins here, he looked a little surprised, "Why did this Jiulingtang's house collapse?" ”

It has been almost twenty days since the house of Jiulingtang was demolished, and the matter has already been spread, how could the county lords not know.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present understood it in their hearts.

This means that the county lords are going to interrogate.

The only one who can control the squire of Master Yan is the government.

Miss Jun's grievances were avenged, and the people present were excited.

Even Lei Zhonglian, who had always looked indifferent, was slightly moved on her face.

Of course, he was not excited, but sighed.

He once asked Miss Jun, is that the matter of the house? Miss Jun didn't care about saying that the matter of the house was not important, and she didn't even ask why.

But look at it now, there is no need for Miss Jun to ask, someone has taken the initiative to ask.

Others ask for justice and God to tell the Buddha, but Miss Jun only needs to sit and wait.

Lei Zhonglian sighed very much, while Hu Gui, who was standing behind the person, turned pale.

It's over, it's over, it's over (To be continued.) )