Chapter 14: If there is no opportunity, create it

Wang Yan has always had a question in her heart, how can she sell medicine without Langzhong?

In her concept, Lang Zhong cures diseases, and every step is indispensable. What should I do if I take medicine indiscriminately and have a problem with it?

Of course, Zhang Yang had mentioned it when she first met Zhang Yang, but now she still can't believe it.

After all, tradition is such a thing.... It's so ingrained that it's hard to accept new things.

Zhang Yangcai didn't care about these, Pu Dilan's prescription, he asked Wang Langzhong confidently, "Will you eat the dead?" ”

Wang Langzhong pondered for a moment, and said with some reservations: "This formula, this dose, it is not enough to eat the dead, but it is difficult to say whether it has any effect." After all, this secret recipe came from the hands of the second little grandfather, and this perverse and unreliable apprentice made Wang Langzhong feel uneasy.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly, but did not explain.

In later generations, as a common antibacterial and anti-inflammatory tablet, Pudilan anti-inflammatory tablets have long been sold in major hospitals.

According to Zhang Yang's personal experience, Pudilan is particularly effective in the treatment of pharyngitis and tonsillitis.

Nowadays, it only takes a small opportunity to make the people of the Ming Dynasty five hundred years ago feel the charm of modern medicine in advance.

If you don't have a chance, then create your own chance.

There is a head card in the Tingyin Pavilion, named Qingluan, the person is like his name, the voice is like a yellow warbler, ethereal and tactful.

The old bustard opened up a single venue for her, set up a new team, and even the stage of the performance was different from others, with a white screen in the middle, and Qingluan sat behind the screen, concentrating on stroking the piano and singing. only asked about his voice, but did not see his person, which added a mystery to it.

At first, the sons and buddies in the capital didn't care much, and they didn't show their faces, presumably Chang Chung couldn't get on the stage.

Until the warm light was lit up behind the screen, the sound of the piano sounded faintly, like a whisper in a dream, a sentence of "sorrowful eyebrows, a thousand marks, ten thousand marks...... singing, the song was tactful and clear, and everyone's hearts were instantly taken away by this ethereal singing.

What is called the valley yellow warbler, what is called the Kunshan jade broken phoenix, no one knew originally, but at this moment, they all know. There is such a beautiful sound in the world, and after singing a song, it has the effect of lingering for three days.

There is such a beautiful voice in the capital, and the second little grandfather of the rich idler who concentrates on eating, drinking and having fun will naturally not miss it, and the first time he visited, he was itchy and couldn't do it, and smashed a lot of generous gifts to Qingluan, wanting to see the true face of the beauty.

It's just that the Tingyin Pavilion is not an ordinary Qinglou, and the forces behind it are huge, and even the prosperity and fortune that have always been low-minded people don't dare to make a mistake in it, for fear of getting into trouble.

After Zhang Yang woke up, he had already left Qingluan, whom he had never met, behind his ears, until one day Zhaocai told him: "Second little master, the guqin you ordered in Tianyin Piano has been delivered, and Miss Qingluan is very satisfied, so you have time to go to her to listen to a little song." ”

"Who?"

"Miss Qingluan of the Listening Pavilion."

Zhang Yang searched in his mind, and finally remembered the absurd past when he spent five hundred yuan of silver to order a guqin for Qingluan, and his heart suddenly hurt.

For a girl who has never seen a face, she actually spent 500 yuan, what is the difference between this and the otaku who swiped hundreds of thousands of gifts for Her Royal Highness Qiao Biluo in later generations? It's all a loser.

Zhang Yang adheres to the mentality of never letting anyone take advantage of him, and is determined to recover this account.

"Let's go, go to the Wind Pavilion."

"Howler!" Zhaocai went straight to Tingfeng Pavilion with Zhang Yang.

Hearing that the second little grandfather was coming, the old bustard was so enthusiastic that he led Zhang Yang directly to Qingluan's boudoir on the second floor.

There is also a big white screen in the room, and Qingluan is sitting behind the screen, faintly revealing a slender figure.

Zhang Yang sat in Qingluan's room, looking at the white screen, and smiled in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the old bustard of the Qinglou in the Ming Dynasty was actually a marketing master.

Let go and show people, the sons and brothers may not care, so hiding and hiding, but provoking people's hearts, what kind of heavenly posture is it, even the bustard is reluctant to show people to others?

It's really beautiful, and it has long been released for people to see. It's just that the appearance is average, so I like to fool Xuanxuan, fool some sons who have never seen the world, and people are stupid and have a lot of money.

The song sounded, the crisp sound was like a big bead and a small bead falling on the jade plate, wonderful is wonderful, the problem is that Zhang Yang has heard too many beautiful songs in later generations, his heart has moved too many times, and the heartbeat valve is much higher than that of ordinary people, and this level of singing is not enough to move his heart.

After singing the song, Zhang Yang slapped his hands lazily.

Zhang Yang's disdain could be heard from the applause, and Qingluan behind the screen had doubts about his singing voice for the first time, weighed it again, and asked cautiously: "Second little grandfather, are you still satisfied with tonight's little song?" ”

Zhang Yang took a sip of wine and replied lightly: "That's it." "That tone is like saying, you Qingluan, and Yu'er and Wan'er who sing a little song downstairs, are no different.

Through the screen, I could feel that Qingluan on the other side gasped, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he said with a choked voice: "Second little grandfather, how can you talk like this." ”

The aggrieved tone of the daughter's family originally wanted to win the man's sympathy, but she didn't want to show off and said coldly: "If you come out to sing, don't be so hypocritical." Hurry up and sing something good, so that the master is happy. ”

As soon as these words came out, even the fortune of Fengjiu felt the unhappiness of Zhang Yang, and hurriedly urged Qingluan to sing another song.

That night, the second little grandfather with the brand was like a ruthless jukebox, constantly urging Qingluan to come up with another song. sang more than ten songs in a row, Qingluan was so tired that his voice was dumb, "I can't sing today, please come back tomorrow." ”

The little guy on the side also laughed with a smile, and said, "I think the second little grandfather is tired of listening, so it's better to disperse today, tomorrow-"

He was interrupted by Zhang Yang stretching out his hand halfway through his words.

He put down the wine cup and said with a dark face: "Today, is it that I don't have enough silver, or is it that the five-hundred-yuan silver custom-made guqin is not in line with Miss Qingluan's wishes, and it is so difficult to listen to a good song?" ”

The master was displeased, and Zhaocai also glared at the little guy: "When will it be your turn to speak?!" Frightened, the little guy's neck shrank and slipped away quietly.

The second little grandfather is a loyal listener of Qingluan, and he has spent no less than 1,000 yuan of silver for her in the past six months. Qingluan thought about it and continued to sing.

When the little maid led the bustard to the rescue, Qingluan was already hoarse and broken.

Without waiting for the old bustard to speak, Zhang Yang frowned and made a preemptive strike, "Mother Cheng, do you listen to the top card of the Wind Pavilion at such a level?" Is this bullying the master that I don't know how to listen to music, or is it not appropriate for me to take the master? ”

Knowing that the second little grandfather was not good, the old bustard immediately smiled and said: "Qingluan's voice is bad today, I will find Yu'er, Wan'er to accompany the second little grandfather." ”

Zhang Yang sneered: "I gave Qingluan a guqin of 500 yuan, you let me go downstairs to listen to Yu'er, Wan'er sing?" ”

The old bustard heard the voice, and his face fell, "What does the second little grandfather mean?" ”