Chapter 8: I Am a Miracle Doctor (I)

Xinyue Lou was made frying by the three recipes and a couplet left by Yang Li, let's not mention it for the time being.

Besides, Yang Li came out of Xinyue Building and wandered aimlessly on the street, in order to think of an idea of starting from scratch and making money without capital, his brain was about to turn into a pulp.

Lehe Street, the most prosperous street in Fuzhou City, was walked from beginning to end, and then from end to end, back and forth several times.

If you want to say that there are no places to recruit people, but they are all miscellaneous servants and manual work, and the most paid is 500 copper dollars a month, and there are generally more positions of 3 to 400 yuan.

After several inquiries, Yang Li almost figured out that one or two pieces of silver in the Ming Dynasty were sixteen yuan, which could be exchanged for one thousand copper coins, and the purchasing power was equivalent to seven hundred yuan RMB before he crossed over.

Thinking that he had eaten five taels of silver for a meal just now, even if it was calculated according to the salary of 500 Wen a month, the money for this meal alone would require him Yang Li to make cattle and horses for a whole year to pay off.

Thinking about the old man who hung eighteen taels of silver on him and dropped the sentence "My grandson knot" and ran away, Yang Lizhi felt a chill on his back: "Made, twenty-three taels of silver, if you work to pay off your debts, won't the master have to sit in prison?" Master doesn't have to do anything in this career, just brush the dishes and serve the dishes to the old age..."

The spring sun shone warmly on his body, but at this moment, Yang Li couldn't help but shiver.

Grandson knot?

Finish your uncle!

Dead old man, you'd better pray not to let the master touch you, or you'll have to break your legs.

In this way, time passed quickly in Yang Li's state of confusion, the sun that climbed overhead gradually lost its temperature, the clouds floating in the sky were dyed golden by the sunlight that aggravated the red effect, and when the sunset dyed the entire Fuzhou Mansion red, the pedestrians on the street did not know when it had become sparse.

Is it getting dark?

Sitting on the bluestone slab on the side of the street, knocking on his sour thighs, Yang Li looked up at the colorful sunset rendered by the sunset, and was a little distracted.

It can be seen that his face, which is completely exposed to the setting sun, is somewhat emaciated and sickly yellow.

However, watching the sunset was useless, and the intoxicated look on his face quickly turned to bitterness.

Now that spring has just begun, the night is cold and dewy, and his body has just recovered from a serious illness, if he just deals with it on the street for a night, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive.

How good is that?

Yang Li objectively understood that at this moment, he was urgently needed to solve the problem, and on the basis of dinner, there was another place to sleep, which needed to be solved urgently.

Anyway, even if I freeze to death or starve to death, I, Yang Li, will not lick my face and go back to Baifu!

Retracting his gaze from the sky, Yang Li patted his ass and stood up, even if he was sleeping on the street, he always had to find a slightly better place.

However, just when Yang Li had just gotten up and walked a few steps, there was a roaring sound in his ears, and more than a dozen neatly formed officers and soldiers appeared at the corner of the street, leading a man who looked like a fast catcher shouting while running: "Master Su's son is seriously ill, and now he is seeking medical treatment with a lot of money, but whoever can save Su Gongzi can be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold..."

These officers and soldiers were very anxious, shouting the same words over and over again, but they did not stop under their feet, and in the blink of an eye, they had already shouted and ran into a narrow alley and disappeared.

Looking at this posture, it must be to spread this news to every corner of Fuzhou Prefecture.

Who is Sue-sama?

Who is his son Su Gongzi?

Yang Li frowned, but this was not a matter of concern to him, the reason why Yang Li couldn't walk when he heard the news was entirely because of the 'one hundred taels of gold rewards!' ’

A hundred taels of money!

Even if it is calculated according to the highest monthly salary of 500 copper plates a month for moving bricks on the market, he has to work for 17 years without eating or drinking.

The temptation is too great.

With this one hundred taels of silver, the master can rent a house, and he can take the old lady out of the White Mansion, and he no longer has to send people under the fence and be bullied and humiliated by the people of the White Mansion.

Of course, this is.

At this moment, Yang Li didn't have this kind of thought, but thought like this: "It seems that this Master Su should be a big man, master, I pretended to be a famous doctor to go to the door, even if I can't cure the disease, I should give a running fee, even if you can't get the running fee, eat a good meal, anyway, the city gate will be closed by then, and it is reasonable for the master to rest in his house for one night..."

The brain made a brief analysis of this matter, and Yang Li was very satisfied with his impeccable plan, so he immediately stopped thinking about it, asked a few pedestrians, and went straight to Su Mansion.

……

Su Mansion is located in the north of Fuzhou City, about two miles away from Lehe Street, from Lehe Street, where Yang Li was before, through the two streets.

However, the reality is a bit different from the scene imagined in Yang Li's mind, when Yang Li came to the gate of Su Mansion, he saw that there was already a long queue in front of the gate of Su Mansion.

There is no need to ask, just by feeling the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine emanating from these people, and the box they collapsed on their shoulders, Yang Li knew that these people must all be so-called famous doctors.

Of course, Yang Li doesn't know if all of them are famous doctors, but one thing Yang Li is sure of is that these people must all come for the heavy money of one hundred taels of silver.

In addition, Yang Li really couldn't find any reason to explain that this Lord Su would let so many 'famous doctors' gather here in such a short period of time.

"Hey!"

Following the line at the back of the crowd, Yang Li was wondering what kind of incurable disease this Su Gongzi had, when the door of Su Mansion opened, and Lang Zhong, who was about forty years old with a medicine box on his shoulder, walked out dejectedly.

The Su Mansion housekeeper who was guarding the door immediately shouted loudly: "Next..."

Immediately, Lang Zhong, who was at the front, immediately stepped in under the leadership of the people of Su Fu, in an orderly manner.

I don't know if these so-called 'famous doctors' are in vain, or if that Su Gongzi really deserves to die.

Anyway, the next time was like an assembly line, and none of the people who went in lasted more than a quarter of an hour, and they came out quickly.

Moreover, those who come out either sigh for a long time or shake their heads.

In addition to these two expressions, Yang Li couldn't find a third one.

As a result, the atmosphere outside began to become a little inexplicably depressing and tense.

Yang Li had come to eat and drink, and seeing that the atmosphere was so depressing and solemn, his heart was also beating inexplicably.

"Everyone is dead, what else can be cured, Lord Su is old and has lost his son, although the old man understands your grief, but you can't get a dead person to tease us! Really..."

Another Lang Zhong came out of Su Mansion and was still muttering to himself when he passed by Yang Li.