Wu Zheng thought about it in his heart and said with a smile: "My nephew won't let Uncle Shi suffer, how about forty wen per handful?" ”

"Forty Wen?" Tong Qing was stunned for a moment, as if he was wondering if his ears had heard it wrong, and said with a smile: "Virtuous nephew, your price is a little unattainable!" Forty Wen can buy ten catties of wrought iron, is there no ten catties of the virtuous nephew's pickaxe? Even if there is, wouldn't it be more profitable for the old man to call the blacksmith himself? ”

Wu Zheng smiled: "Uncle Shi is really not easy to deceive!" Forget it, it's nothing to be a nephew today, you better hurry down the mountain! Otherwise, you can only stay in Shili Pavilion today, which is not good for your old body. ”

"There's nothing to talk about?"

Tong Qingyuan is just habitually trying to lower the price, after all, the pickaxe is almost something that can be seen at a glance in terms of appearance, and the key is that the steel used to create this pickaxe is not easy to get.

This thing is not an ordinary hoe used to dig the ground, its main role is to dig rocks, with this thing, the output of the sulfur mine that is not its own will be increased several times.

Because if you use pig iron to cast this thing, the hardness is enough but it is easy to break, if you change to wrought iron, although it is not easy to break, but it loses its sharpness, and it will not be able to dig it.

So the difficulty is on this steel fire, and I heard the sound of this thing hitting the ground before, if I heard it correctly, it should be the timbre of 100 steel, if it is really 100 steel, then the price of this 40 Wen can be very cheap.

Wu Zheng said with a smile: "Uncle Shi doesn't hide it from you, the price of forty wen is also casually one, and the nephew doesn't know anything about the iron business, and Uncle Yang has always been in charge of the domestic servant." So be it! How about sending someone to talk to Uncle Yang when Uncle Shi settles down in Yuzhou City? No matter how much the negotiation is, how about the nephew guarantee that all the accounts will be recognized? ”

"This ......"

"Oh yes! Uncle Shi almost forgot that the pickaxes that my nephew used to fight before were really a hundred steel, but you also know that this thing can only be kept at home and cannot be sold, so next time you will always hear this kind of sound, but my nephew guarantees that even if it is not a hundred steel, it will definitely be comparable to a steel knife. ”

"Alas! All right! The old man will bother me next time. ”

Tong Qingyuan also knew that he would not do anything today, and if he blindly demanded something, Wu Zheng would have an opinion about him, so he had to leave with someone.

As a result, he hurried and finally came to the Shili Pavilion outside the city when it was still dark, at this time the city gate had been closed, after the incident of the red lotus, the gate of this Yuzhou City could not be opened with silver, at least for a long time the city gate in this night was silver could not be opened.

Tong Qingyuan's family can only stay at the post station of Shili Pavilion, the next morning as soon as the city gate opened, the old housekeeper of the Tong family who stayed in Yuzhou City received Tong Qingyuan at the city gate, and after the master and servant exchanged a few words, Tong Qingyuan handed over the next matter to the housekeeper to take care of, and he took his son straight to the Huang Medical Center.

The reason why he was in such a hurry to go to the hospital was because he started coughing again when he got up this morning, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the effect of Wu Zheng's injections was invalid.

Here in the Huang Medical Center, Xia Lao's old wife Xia Sun is sick, Huang Lao stayed in the Xia Mansion all night yesterday and waited until Xia Sun's condition stabilized a little this morning before he had time to come back.

As soon as he returned to the medical hall, he met Tong Qingyuan's father and son who came to seek medical treatment at the door, and Huang Lao saw Tong Qingyuan at the door of his own medical hall covering his mouth with a white silk and coughing from a distance, and he looked like a seriously ill person.

Huang Lao, who had been busy all night and didn't sleep, was very sleepy now, but when he saw the illness, he still habitually cheered up, walked in front of Tong Qingyuan, and asked without waiting for Tong Qingyuan to speak: "Why did your illness drag on until now?" ”

Hearing Huang Lao's question, Tong Qingyuan knew that the old man in front of him, who couldn't see his age, must be the owner of the medical hall, so he let go of the white silk covering his mouth and was about to speak, but Huang Lao saw the bloodshot in his white silk.

After all, although Huang Lao is known as this generation of miracle doctors, he does not have the Fu that Wu Zheng can see, in addition to observing words and feelings, the key to seeing a doctor is to rely on diagnosing the pulse.

It was only for a while that Huang Lao's brows were raised, and then he threw away Tong Qingyuan's hand and said, "It's too late, it's hopeless!" ”

These words almost scared Tong Qingyuan, who came full of hope, to death on the spot.

Tong Tai was also frightened when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "Doctor Huang, are you always wrong......?"

Huang Lao said angrily when he heard this: "Why do you still suspect that the old man's medical skills are not successful?" ”

"Zi doesn't dare, it's just ...... It's just that Brother Wu and his father's income is not an incurable disease! Can Doctor Huang trouble you to take a closer look? ”

"Are you Wu Zheng's son who has treated your father?"

"The younger generation and Brother Wu were classmates, and when they came back from Luzhou with their father yesterday and passed through Shenmu Mountain, they ......"

Huang Lao really didn't have time to wait for him to start from the beginning, so he interrupted him and said, "Okay, what is your son!" ”

"Ugh! Brother Wu only glanced at it from a distance, and his father was not suffering from tuberculosis, but what was it called...... Respiratory burns. ”

"Respiratory burns?"

At this time, Tong Qingyuan had the opportunity to explain: "Don't hide it from the old miracle doctor, according to the disciples, his late life was because he inhaled excessive sulfur smoke when fighting the fire two months ago, which burned his lungs and veins, which caused the symptoms similar to tuberculosis now. And yesterday he also gave an injection to Wansheng, and as a result, Wansheng's condition was temporarily suppressed. ”

Huang Lao touched his beard and listened to his father and son talk about their own apprentices, and seemed to be enjoying it very much, but when the two of them finished their old faces, it was like turning a book, and he suddenly said angrily: "Since that son has figured out the cause of your illness and has the ability to suppress it for you, why don't you find the old man who healed you all the way to do here?" ”

"Uh...... Although he can find out the cause of his late life and suppress the injury for his later life, he can't completely cure him, and the only one in this world who can cure his late life will be no one else except the old divine doctor. ”

Huang Lao was happy when he heard it, and said with a smile: "Is that really the case? ”

Tong Tai actually thinks that Brother Wu is not like this at all, this is all his father adding oil and vinegar to your old man, so that people can listen to your old man's heart.

But when I thought about it, it didn't seem to be different from the meaning of Brother Wu's words, so I shut up.

Tong Qingyuan said: "This is what the disciples themselves said. ”

"Even that son is still a little self-aware, and he is not carried away by his own cleverness. But he really saw from a distance that you didn't have tuberculosis? ”

"This ......"

Tong Tai saw that his father's eyes began to look into the distance, and he was really afraid that he would say something like a hundred feet apart, so there is nothing wrong with using it to make poems and lyrics, but if it is used to praise a person and this person is still alive, isn't it harming people?

So without waiting for him Lao Tzu to take out that exaggerated distance, he hurriedly said: "Back to the old miracle doctor, the junior was by Brother Wu's side at that time, about twenty steps away from his father. ”

"Twenty steps!"

Twenty steps is a truth, but even so, Huang Lao was very surprised by this, thinking that he himself could not even read the big characters on the sign across the street now, and that son could actually see the symptoms of Beirao at a glance.

Thinking of this, Huang Lao suddenly shouted towards the medical hall: "Chai Hu ......" 166 Reading Network