Not to mention that Guan Qinglou found out that something was wrong, Jiang Yin, who came out of Pinhualou early in the morning, took the peony and ran directly to the Chunlai Pavilion where Sun Simiao was.

Chunlai Pavilion takes the meaning of rejuvenation with wonderful hands, is located in Guangde Fang, located in the southeast of Anjing City, is a small area of the pharmacy.

There are many medicine cabinets in the pharmacy, lingering with the rich fragrance of medicine, and there are not many people coming in and out.

"Thank you, Dr. Sun!" Looking at the hand that had been bandaged again, Jiang Yin said sincerely.

Came out early yesterday morning, and came to this spring pavilion, although the area of the pharmacy is not large, and the location is not particularly good, but the medicinal materials inside are indeed complete.

If it weren't for this pharmacy, her hand might have been scrapped.

"After today, this medicine only needs to be changed every day in the future." Sun Simiao said while packing up his things, but the expression on his face was a little speechless.

Jiang Yin glanced up at him and took the initiative to say, "It's empty to turn around, I will tell you the pharmacology of all the medicines during this time." ”

Hearing this, Sun Simiao's eyes suddenly lit up, but she still said humbly: "This, how is it good?" ”

"Yes, Dr. Sun has helped me a lot!" Jiang Yin smiled.

This is indeed true, if she hadn't learned about Mo Guangshan from Sun Simiao's side, she wouldn't have been able to get the 1,500 taels of silver.

As for why it is 1,500 taels, it is naturally because Mo Guangshan kept an eye on it and used 1,000 taels to buy the prescription for 100 poisons, but he was only willing to spend 500 taels to buy Xinfu's tone.

Jiang Yin naturally had nothing to worry about with him, so he agreed on the spot.

After instructing Peony to wrap the medicinal materials for the next few days, Jiang Yin got up and went out, and in the next few days, he didn't have to run to Chunlai Pavilion in person.

Looking at Jiang Yin, who walked out of the door after saying goodbye, Sun Simiao retracted her gaze, walked to the table with her hands clean, and wrote a letter with a pen.

"Send all the letters I wrote from the previous ones to the teacher."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

The servant who was originally tidying up the medicine cabinet suddenly stepped forward, carefully took the letter, turned to the back of the Chunlai Pavilion, lifted the curtain and stepped into a dark room.

Soon after, the letter went to a liquor store, and then to a painting boat. I tossed and turned, and it took seven days to reach my destination.

Far North, Qingshan County.

Although it has entered spring, the two sides of the official road are still dry and yellow, and only some green is scattered with them.

An ox cart with a creaking sound, as if it would fall apart at any moment, drove lonely and slowly down the potholed dirt road.

The whole picture is a bit boring and uninteresting. At this moment, a very fast black shadow flashed in mid-air, and the curtain of the ox cart, which was originally silent, moved slightly, and a white and immature little hand suddenly appeared, and then retracted into the carriage after collecting five fingers.

"Teacher, it's Senior Brother Sun's letterhead." A crisp voice in the carriage said.

There were only two people in the dilapidated carriage, one of whom was a boy of seven or eight years old, with a bun and a round and flat face, just like the Fuwa in the New Year's painting. It's really not very pretty, but at the moment there is a letter bird fluttering in his hand.

This little boy actually caught this extremely fast letter bird with his bare hands, and the important thing is that he has not been injured in the slightest. If this is seen by ordinary people, I am afraid that it will definitely be shocking and inexplicable!

The other person who was called a teacher was an old man with a white beard, although he was hunched on his back, but because of his tall body, he was only an inch short of the roof of the car. The dilapidated carriage with air leaking on all sides was really cramped for him.

After hearing the boy's words at this moment, he put down the pen and paper in his hand, raised his head slightly bent, and hit the top of the carriage with a "bang".

"Teacher." The little boy on the side suddenly said distressedly.

"It doesn't matter." The old man smiled helplessly, reached out and touched the top of his head, and then quickly lowered his head, "Bring me the letterhead." ”

The thief did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly handed over the letter. The old man squinted at the letter on the slightly swaying ox cart, and suddenly smiled and nodded.

"Teacher, what did the senior brother say?" The boy asked, full of curiosity.

"We're really going to Kyoto this time." The old man looked up with a smile.

"Ahh Are you sure? Is it really possible to go to Kyoto? The boy who heard this instantly forgot to ask about the contents of the letter. Instead, he asked about Kyoto with a face full of disbelief, "Didn't the teacher keep saying that he wouldn't go to Kyoto?" ”

"A very interesting person, even if he is in Kyoto, he has to go out of his way to take a look and take a look!" The old man smiled and put the letter away, and then wrote back in a trembling voice.

And the boy who heard this on the side was even more surprised in his heart. People have always begged to be looked at by the master, and they have not seen the master take the initiative to meet anyone.

So who the hell is this?

"Send this letter back." The old man didn't solve the puzzle, but just took out a seal on his side, and left the word "bitter" at the end of the letterhead.

The boy did what he said.

……

Seven days later, Jiang Yin naturally didn't know that at this moment, she didn't return to Pinhualou as soon as she came out of Chunlai Pavilion, but found a place to sit down at random.

A square table with a stack of peanuts and refreshments. She just sat on the side of the street, listening with relish to Dr. Cha's strange stories.

"In other words, when the master of the bitter title arrived at Qinling Slope outside Qingshan County that day, the two pairs of robbers were fighting in a staggered manner, and the cry went straight into the sky, and the entire forest was dyed red.

Just because the master said a word, both sides put down their butcher knives. Guess what the master was talking about at the time? ”

When he said this, the people at the bottom immediately urged, but Dr. Tea stopped his words directly, "Predict the future, and listen to the next decomposition." ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the begging and scolding of the people below, but Dr. Cha smiled at himself, hugged his fists, and explained again and again.

The general meaning is that the time has reached noon, in order to be able to tell you a good story, from the early morning to now, the physical strength is really a little unbearable, so I can only ask for forgiveness, and I can continue to talk to you early in the afternoon.

As soon as these words came out, the meaning was naturally unclear. The listeners who were scratched on the itch added silver on the spot.

Hearing this, Jiang Yin shook his head slightly and withdrew his gaze. After listening to it for more than half an hour, although there are a lot of tricks, it probably means that the current Dayong Dynasty has only such a bitter master, who is a saint in the world, not only to educate the world, but also to practice, and is an ascetic-like existence.

However, these exaggerated celebrity stories are indeed what Jiang Yin needs at this moment, not only did he listen to it himself, but also arranged for Zhao Shan to listen to these gossip rumors in various restaurants and tea shops.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Zhao Shan just came from the crowd.