Zhao Tian'er pushed Li Wenxuan's hand away, and her little face was pink and she moved her steps outside. In his mouth, he muttered and scolded him for being "dead and bad". Not long after, she brought in today's fourth "destined person". The one brought in by Zhao Tianer was a middle-aged storyteller with a dry appearance. The arrival of this person is quite in line with Li Wenxuan's needs, a person who can speak well and have been stationed in teahouses for a long time to promote himself.

The storyteller who approached stopped and gave Li Wenxuan a look first. Li Wenxuan, who got up, naturally wanted to salute him. In this era, storytellers can also be regarded as intellectuals, after all, people who can eat in this industry are basically literate, and their mouth skills are always very sharp, and they will grasp the psychology of listeners.

Li Wenxuan, who sat down, could sense that the storyteller who didn't open his mouth was trying to figure out his own psychology. He smiled and didn't want to ink with him, so he said directly: "You won't be here to ask for your son, right?" ”

The storyteller raised his head and smiled, opened an extremely ordinary folding fan in his hand and gently fanned himself and said, "Daochang Li, you are really good at laughing." I am fed alone, and the whole family is not hungry. ”

Li Wenxuan, who noticed his thin appearance, had a bad taste, and guessed badly that the other party could not be the legendary evil ghost in the color, after all, lustful people can't get fat. However, a wicked smile flashed across his face, and his eyes inadvertently looked at Zhao Tian'er who was standing beside him. Noticing something strange in his eyes, she quickly concluded that he had a bad idea.

The storyteller who came here must have asked for something, and it was impossible for him to come to chat with Li Wenxuan slowly: "After a long time, I feel that there is something in my throat, and I can't spit it out, and I can't swallow it, which is very uncomfortable." His voice became hoarse, and he was very worried that he would be unable to speak one day. ”

"In the morning, you should feel nauseous and retching when you get up to brush your teeth." Thinking about the characteristics of Li Wenxuan, who is a professional storyteller, it is not difficult to determine that he has changed to a slow laryngitis channel based on some of the symptoms he dictated.

The storyteller with his ass hanging in the air had his eyes shining, his emotions seemed a little excited, and he couldn't stop nodding and said, "That's true." Can you restore the villain's throat to its original state? ”

It can be seen that he eats with his voice, Li Wenxuan knows that this kind of speech also has to pay attention to the modulation of a voice, which is enough to arouse the interest of the listener. As for the slow onset pharyngitis, it is not difficult to treat it well or not to recur, but the difficulty lies in the fact that this kind of disease requires less talking, and the cycle of maintaining the throat is relatively long. If you want the storyteller to talk less, it is tantamount to cutting off the other party's livelihood.

"The question is no." Li Wenxuan, who began to frame the need to make mints with both therapeutic and health effects, was quite sure that he needed to make mints that had both therapeutic and health effects, after all, during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, there were white sugar and rock sugar sold everywhere.

The storyteller, who already had tears in his eyes, felt that he would return to the same eloquent storytelling as before. At that time, your audience will be more and more, and your income will increase a lot. Looking forward to a great change in his life, he must regard Li Wenxuan as a reborn parent. The storyteller, whose emotions came up all at once, grabbed his right hand with both hands and did not let go.

Li Wenxuan, who struggled to break free of his hands, really couldn't stand his enthusiasm, after all, he was not good at manhood. Even if he is really good, he has no interest in the storyteller in front of him, after all, the other party's appearance is too frustrating. If the other party looks like himself and is a talent, it is easier for people to misunderstand that he has a habit of breaking sleeves.

Li Wenxuan, who still needs to prescribe medicine for him, the first thing he needs to do is to unblock the phlegm problem in the other party's throat. Only by making the storyteller drink his own medicine and feel the effect can he prove that his abilities are extraordinary. He got up and went to the alchemy room, so he grabbed three pairs of medicines.

Li Wenxuan, who returned to the garden, simply explained the way and method of boiling the medicine, and asked him to come here again on the first day of next month to get the "Golden Throat Treasure" he made. Although the other party didn't know what the "Golden Throat Treasure" was, he decisively believed that it would be a panacea that could make his throat better.

The storyteller knows that Li Wenxuan can even save a woman who has collapsed blood, so the problem of his throat is naturally a piece of cake, and he will not talk about it anymore. After receiving the medicine, he was grateful, and made a deep gesture to Li Wenxuan to express his gratitude. Li Wenxuan, who was sitting calmly on the stone bench, was glad to accept it, after all, a medical expense equal to the full amount was really a big advantage.

Zhao Tian'er was about to send the storyteller away, and the other party said very interestingly: "Miss Tian'er, please stay." The small ones are out of the river by themselves. ”

Zhao Tian'er, who heard him say this, didn't send it, and when she saw him walking out of the garden, she turned around and looked at Li Wenxuan at only ninety degrees, and asked curiously, "What is the golden throat treasure?" ”

Li Wenxuan, who was scratching his head with his right hand, once again popularized science: "A kind of pill (Chinese patent medicine) that looks translucent, tastes sweet with a little astringency and bitterness, and has a slightly medicinal taste, and has a rather strong mint taste." There is no fatal harm in long-term consumption. ”

As soon as Zhao Tian'er heard his narration, she had the feeling of tasting the cold incense pill, and couldn't help but smack twice and said, "Since you have such a good thing, then if you don't give it to me, you have to let me open my eyes!" Ahem, ahem, my throat isn't very comfortable anymore. ”

Li Wenxuan, who observed her beginning to swallow saliva again and again, thought to himself, your throat is uncomfortable, a fart. The little girl must have felt that the taste of this thing she said should taste delicious, so she would be impressed. After thinking about it, he didn't blame her, after all, there were really few girls who were not greedy. If he said that the harm and side effects of "Golden Throat Treasure" were minimal, then Zhao Tianer would eat it as sugar.

Thinking of this, Li Wenxuan thought that she not only had affection for herself, but also took care of his daily life. It's a big deal that he worked harder, and when he made the "Golden Throat Treasure", it was divided into two types. One is a medicine with powerful healing properties, while the other is mints that have no therapeutic properties. The latter is specially for the little girl to satisfy her cravings and eat to play.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhao Tian'er's eyebrows moved, her right hand crossed her waist, and her left hand pointed at Li Wenxuan, and she muttered, "Death has no conscience." My throat is uncomfortable, so you don't care about me. ”

Li Wenxuan, who lifted Erlang's legs, crossed his hands on his chest, just watching the little girl play a little character and said: "I don't care about all the people outside the door, I have to take care of our family's sweet children." Since your throat is uncomfortable, then I'll give you medicine. ”

Zhao Tian'er, who put the index finger of her right hand to her mouth, smiled and said, "Don't be so troublesome, just give me the golden throat treasure directly." ”

Li Wenxuan, who stretched out his hands towards her, didn't tease her, and said truthfully: "No." ”

Zhao Tian'er, who was standing still, stared at the change in expression on his face, and said in disbelief: "Stingy, I won't eat you much." It won't be one, right? ”

"Not one." The corners of Li Wenxuan's mouth moved slightly.

"The ghost believes you, you must be fooling me again." Zhao Tian'er, who thought that he was teasing himself again, ran in front of him and pounced directly, and moved his hand to search his body.

"Don't touch it, or I'll shout." Li Wenxuan, who was tickled by her, grinned, and while resisting being searched by her, he explained: "Don't search, I really don't." If it weren't for the storyteller's illness, I wouldn't have thought of it. Since you crave it, then wait until I'm ready to give it to you. Don't worry! ”

Zhao Tian'er, who really didn't find the "Golden Throat Treasure" from his sleeve pocket, excused herself with a hard mouth: "You don't wronged people." I'm not greedy, but I understand your hard work in dispensing medicine. Since you have this elixir, then I will reluctantly eat it. If the effect is not good or something, let me eat it, and I won't smash your golden signboard. ”

Li Wenxuan, who was told by her, seemed to be left behind, and said with a wry smile: "In this way, I have to thank you." Zhao Tian'er, who was smiling, nodded again and again.

"Dead girl, there are more and more rules." Li Wenxuan, who would not seriously accuse her, ordered: "Hurry up and bring me the last one." After reading the last person, you can go and make lunch, and I will make you the Golden Throat Treasure. Zhao Tian'er, who was happy in her heart, said "um" for a moment, and then there was wind under her feet, and she walked briskly.

Li Wenxuan, who was holding the tea cup on the stone table, drank tea while waiting for the most pitiful person to come. Not long after, a middle-aged woman with many patches on her dress timidly appeared behind Zhao Tian'er. Although this man was very poor, he was not unkempt and dirty. On the contrary, her hair is very neatly combed, and her clothes are quite clean. I was standing on the edge of the crowd to watch the excitement, but I never thought I would be selected. She was fortunate enough to see Li Wenxuan, which caused a small commotion among the people outside the door.

The middle-aged woman who came to Li Wenxuan, who was seven or eight miles away, knelt down on her knees very quickly, and said in a tone full of extraordinary excitement: "I was an ominous person, but I didn't expect that I would have such good luck to be able to step into Daochang Li's house. ”

Li Wenxuan, who had muttered "ominous person" three times, did not have the slightest impression of the person in front of him in his memory, so he waved to Zhao Tian'er. Understanding, she approached him, covered her mouth with her right hand, and explained in a soft voice. Only then did Li Wenxuan understand that the middle-aged woman kneeling in front of him was Xianglin's sister-in-law of the Ming Dynasty.

Remembering that she was a hard-working person, Li Wenxuan asked Zhao Tian'er beside her to help her up and sit down, and said quite kindly: "Sister-in-law, tell me what you want?" ”