Xiaojing thought that Tang and Rou were worried that they would use the money for other purposes, so they didn't explain in a muffled voice, and while the twilight was still there, they helped Shen Qiuyue off the bed, and set off.

Tang and Rou Shun helped Shen Qiuyue on the other side, and the three of them went to the medical hall in the center of the village.

There is a medical clinic opened by Dr. Yang around Qingyu Village, even if he does not prescribe prescriptions, as long as the patient enters this medical hall, he has to pay 300 yuan. Medicinal herbs have become very expensive due to monopoly. Villagers who only farm the land do not save enough money in a year. Outside the village, whoever has a headache and brain fever generally endures it, and will not come to the hospital until it can't get through.

It was completely dark, and only six lanterns hung on the fence of the village doctor's house.

The high fence is made of birch planks with copper edges, and the copper ring of the thick door is hung with chains to prevent thieves.

The little medicine boy sat at the door cooking medicine, and with a wave of his fan, the smell of bitter medicine and the ashes of the firewood stained the air into a miasma, and he did not pay any attention to the poor patients sitting at the door. Many people were turned away because they couldn't pay the consultation fee, but they were reluctant to leave, and they all looked sad and whimpered, hoping that Dr. Yang would show mercy and save their lives.

Tang and Rou looked at the past and knew their illness well, but they didn't stop, and together with Tang Jing, they helped Shen Qiuyue and walked straight into the medical hall.

At the door, the young apprentice who kept the account perfectly inherited Dr. Yang's tone, and when he spoke, a pair of white eyes rolled up to the sky, and his face was full of unstoppable arrogance: "Who is the patient?" ”

Shen Qiuyue said: "I'm the only one." They came with me. ”

The apprentice stretched out his hand to her: "Take the three coins, and if you can't take them, you will leave!" ”

Xiaojing handed over a tael of silver, took back seven strings of 100 yuan, hung them on her wrist, and counted them carefully.

When the apprentice saw her move, he was very impatient and said in disgust: "Oh, will you be less for such a small amount of money?" Come in and see if there's a vacancy. ”

Xiaojing had to bow her head and say yes stupidly.

Crossing the bronze gate, several tables were set up in the open-air front yard. The apprentice, either older or younger, sits on a cushion and looks at the patient.

Dr. Yang was lying on a rattan couch, shaking a goose feather fan in one hand and twisting a slightly obscene goat's beard on his chin with the other, listening to the patient's grief and chewing the preserved fruit for a long time. He threw all the illnesses of the villagers to the apprentices to practice, and enjoyed the success himself, which was very happy.

Xiaojing lingered between several cases, expecting that the older ones were more experienced, and helped Shen Qiuyue to sit down in front of Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu has white temples, wears regular Ge clothes, has a fat body, and speaks in a literary manner, which is indeed very old Chinese medicine aura.

He questioned Shen Qiuyue extremely carefully, probably for a long time.

Tang and Rou were not interested in diagnosis and treatment, so they left the front yard under the pretense of using the latrine, and bypassed the inner hall from the cloister.

The dried medicine would be put in the medicine cabinet in the inner hall, and she should have gone there to take a look first, but the second uncle, who works as a carpenter in the county town, heard that he deliberately fell from the roof to escape this year's forced labor, and has been recuperating here for several days. If she meets him, maybe she will delay her from seeing herbs because of the greetings.

In the backyard, there are unfinished herbs, and the night breeze blows, and the bitter fragrance of the herbs hits you. Probably because he didn't want to spend lamp oil, it was cold and deserted at night, and no one was here to make medicines, but it was convenient for Tang and Rou to inquire about the situation.

On a wooden shelf are bamboo dustpans with wooden planks pressed on them, and different herbs are dried inside. Tang Yourou opened it by the moonlight and looked at it, and couldn't help frowning.

Hawthorn, dandelion, loquat leaves, chamomile flowers, red dates...... These are all the cheapest and cheapest medicinal herbs, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are medicinal diets. There are also some sun-dried licorice roots, hemostatic grass, notoginseng, desmodium, forsythia, etc., which are sparse and ordinary, even if they have not gone through a complex pharmaceutical process, they cannot be eaten.

Of course, there are some strange things, such as animal droppings, ores, dirt, etc.

As for the heat-clearing herbs Bupleurum and Banlan Root that Tang and Rou had seen in their previous lives; astragalus and ginseng for qi replenishment; The kidney-tonifying wolfberry, epimedium and so on are not visible.

There were tools such as guillotines and pestles on the pharmaceutical case, and she went over to pull it, and the rough medicine residue in one hand couldn't help but show disgust.

Although this step is rough processing, even the tools for making medicinal herbs are so primitive and simple.

She suddenly began to worry that it was not that Dr. Yang's medical skills were not good, but that as she expected after the meal, the people here did not recognize all the herbs, and the medicinal materials she knew might not be marketable.

She returned to the hallway, intending to sneak into the hall to take another look, but heard an argument coming from the front yard.

"Go and go, it's only seven dollars of silver, and it's called Huazi?"

"Doctor, I beg you, we borrowed these two pieces of silver with great difficulty. Treat my mother's feet, please...... If her foot is broken like this, she will not be able to work...... Can you only buy seven yuan of medicine first, and wait for us to scrape together the rest and come back to you! ”

In the front yard, Xiaojing knelt in front of Dr. Yang, begging bitterly, wanting to stuff the seven coins in her hand into him.

Doctor Yang didn't take the money as money, grabbed the money string handed over by Xiaojing and threw it on the ground. The straw rope tied to the copper coin broke, and the copper coin jingled and fell to the ground.

Xiaojing knelt on the ground, her face was pale with fright, and she hurriedly pulled the copper coins together, for fear of being picked up. Shen Qiuyue took the prescription written by the apprentice just now, sat on the side, and wept secretly.

The people around him who could afford to be sick talked about it and echoed Dr. Yang's words.

"I don't have the money to see any doctors."

"If you don't prepare more money, you dare to go to the medical hall, isn't that three hundred wen a waste in vain?"

Tang Yourou frowned, came to the third uncle's side, took the recipe and glanced at it, and barely recognized the scribbled traditional characters on it.

Forsythia for a penny, desmodium for a penny, hemostatic grass for a penny, dandelion for half a penny, chamomile for half a penny, decoction.

Hehe.

Coming here to see a doctor is really to pay IQ tax, just this garbage prescription, how big of a face do you have to prescribe? The oral medicine for clearing heat and detoxifying is more suitable for people who are sick, and it has a relationship with the eight poles of the feet. At the end of the recipe, the price of five taels of silver is still written?!

This Dr. Yang is a crazy devil who cheats money!

"Sister Rou, did you bring any silver?" Xiaojing re-strung the money, held it in both hands, and ran to Tang Yourou's side, "Can you lend us another five taels of silver?" ”

In the valley today, the big guys all know that she Tang and Rou have silver, and at this time, even Dr. Yang treats her as a wronged boss, glancing at Tang and Rou with squinting eyes, waiting to see if she is willing to lend the silver to Xiaojing.

Tang Yourou twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't borrow." ”

After hearing this, Dr. Yang looked at him with a bit of mercenary and disdain, and pinched his throat and shouted, "Come and send her away." Don't come to cure if you don't have money, I'm a doctor, not a bodhisattva! ”

Several strong men rushed out of the inner hall, and seeing this posture, they obviously wanted to throw the three of them out. Shen Qiuyue sat on the side, the first to be dragged by the strong man, stumbled in the struggle, and hit his ankle again, rolling on the ground in pain.

Tang Yourou felt sorry for the third aunt who was good to her, it was related to her profession, and she couldn't help it, and roared: "It costs five taels of silver for such a broken recipe?" Dr. Yang opened this black-hearted medical hall and earned so much black-hearted money, and his life was too nourishing! ”

She tore up the square in public and threw it upward, the fragile tissue paper being torn to shreds and sprinkled on the bluestone slabs in the front yard.