"Master Chen."

Jiang Cang saw that Chen Zeli was thoughtful for a few days, and hugged his fist again to show his return of the courtesy.

I didn't expect that when I came to the medicine hall today, I would really meet a serious practitioner!

Especially now that I understand that this Master Chen is from the birthplace of Chenjiagou and Chen-style Taijiquan, and the history of the dynasty is five or six hundred years old, it is no wonder that he can have a good store in the city!

"Master Jiang is polite."

Chen Ze was sure that Jiang Cang was a boxer at this time, and he didn't revert to his original cold-faced doctor, but instead took the fan and put it on the table, smiled and said, "What medicine Master Jiang wants to buy and what prescription to prepare, Master Jiang will catch it himself." I won't say more. ”

"Done." Jiang Cang saw Chen Ze put down the fan, knowing that one of the two was a guest and the other was a businessman. In addition, I met for the first time today, and I was not familiar with each other, so I didn't talk about martial arts, I only talked about business, and I didn't meet and join hands.

Thereupon.

Jiang Cang didn't say anything more, so he went to the counter and took some brown paper, tore it to the size of a palm, and came to the Chinese medicine cabinet again, and began to select the medicinal materials he needed for his practice according to the drawer sticks.

Chen Ze didn't take the fan again, but walked back to his desk and sat down, and then flipped through the "Compendium of Materia Medica", always focusing on the words of the book.

Jiang Cang saw it after grabbing the medicine, and he didn't have any curiosity, because many martial artists had their own 'unique prescriptions', and they generally hid them and rarely announced them, let alone let people from other boxing sects know about it.

It can be said that you can collect and buy it in your own sect medicine hall, or in the deep mountains alone, and you can do it yourself.

I really can't help it, I need to go to the medicine hall to grab medicine.

Most of the martial artists also grasp it separately, buy some from this medicine hall, take some from that medicine hall, and buy a few more medicinal materials, or collect some loose medicine from the farmers at the bottom of the mountain, which plays a relatively confidential role.

At least throughout the ages, based on Jiang Cang's experience alone, he knew that there were many ways to keep prescriptions secret, and basically every family had the ability to keep secrets.

It's relatively close.

Jiang Cang knew the prescription prescribed by the modern hospital, saying that it was a prescription text, which was like a Sherlock Holmes code, and it looked like a 'curve chart', and only those who were familiar with this doctor could distinguish it instantaneously according to the 'rhythm' on the score.

It's as if the medical profession has its own independent text.

But.

According to the drawer label at the Chinese medicine cabinet, Jiang Cang didn't pay much attention to grasping medicine, and he didn't hide it at all.

Because what I want to grasp is a medicinal bath, medicinal wine, and internal administration, and roughly seven kinds of recipes are mixed together.

And each prescription, what pot to stew, when to put what herbs, put half a tael or a penny, whether it is chopped and steamed, or simmered over low heat, whether it can be peeled, whether it is pickled or exposed to the sun first, are all knowledgeable and exquisite, and are related to the final efficacy.

Not to mention that now that I have grasped these seven recipes together, cover it up a little, take more or less, no one can distinguish my secret recipe.

So.

Jiang Cangdang put eighty-seven small packets of kraft paper, and the medicinal materials were complete, so he was very relieved to pile them on the counter, and said to Chen Ze, who was still reading at the table over there: "Master Chen, settle the money." ”

"Just give me the right number." Chen Ze didn't raise his head.

"There are so many squares and messy that I can't remember how many I caught." Jiang Cang greeted again, "Don't worry." Save me from taking advantage, Master Chen won't entertain me next time. ”

"That's it." Chen Ze glanced up at Jiang Cang, walked to the counter with a smile, and touched the kraft paper with his hand, "Master Jiang has said this." Then I'll be bold. ”

Chen Ze said, skillfully arguing about the medicine, "Angelica, wheat winter, mountain lacquer, white peony, scrophularia, eucommia.."

Chen Ze read the name of the medicine, and also carried a 'Sixteen Venus Scale' in his right hand, read the name of a medicine, how much weight each was, and then let Jiang Cang pass his eyes, logarithmic.

And this 'sixteen Venus scale' is a common scale rod in the ancient hexadecimal system.

That's how it came about.

And the 'sixteen stars' on it are composed of the seven stars of the Big Dipper, the six stars of the South Dipper, and the three stars of Jiafu, Lu and Shou.

Among them, the Big Dipper is here to warn the world not to lose their way.

In layman's terms, the six stars of the Southern Dipper represent the southeast, northwest, and up, and the heart is called centered, and it cannot be deviated.

In the end, Fulu Samsung, admonished those who do business to be honest and trustworthy, not to deceive or conceal, and to weigh too much, which is blessing and longevity.

Otherwise, there is no blessing for the lack of one or two, two or two are missing, and there is no longevity for the lack of three or two.

Chen Zhi used this scale to weigh it, but also to see that Jiang Cang was so particular, so he made this matter clear, and the two of them looked past each other and measured the number.

"Feel a fraction of a piece, two oceans. Let me live longer. Chen Ze finished weighing and reported a number.

"Cheap." Jiang Cang took out two silver dollars and put them on the table, "Put the things in Master Chen first, I'll go out to do something, and I'll get it at night, right?" ”

"It closes at 10 p.m." Chen Ze took a large bag containing Jiang Cang's medicinal materials, lit a candle, sealed the mouth with wax oil, and put it in the counter drawer.

"If the mouth is opened, you will smash my store."

Chen Ze finished speaking, picked up the fan from the table, returned to his original position and began to read.

'Bang' Jiang Cang hugged his fists again, turned around and walked out of the medicine hall, and walked towards Qian Ye's mansion.

And Qian Ye's mansion is about three miles away from here.

Jiang Cang recognized the road according to last night, but after a while, he came to the backyard of the Gate Mansion at No. 88 South Street, and saw that the back gate was more than four meters wide and the ground was neat.

"Jiang Cang." When Jiang Cang came here, he clasped his fist and saluted a big man who was on duty at the door, ready to inform Qian Ye.

"Brother Jiang?"

Who knew that the big man looked at the wound on the back of Jiang Cang's hand and looked at it a few times, heard Jiang Cang's name, and then saw Jiang Cang nodding, he smiled and said in the door: "The ninth master only came here at noon, let the little brother stand and wait for you, and Qian Ye is also waiting for you in the backyard hall!" ”

"I've been waiting." Jiang Cang apologized and followed Dahan into the courtyard.

Cross the door.

At the first glance, Jiang Cang saw that Qian Ye's backyard was nearly 400 square meters, wide and bright, and there were three cars parked in the east, which showed that Qian Ye's family had a strong background!

Northwest corner.

Jiang Cang also saw a small pavilion in the courtyard, with a roast chicken and a plate of fish soup on the stone table in the hall, and a middle-aged man with a figure of more than 200 catties was sitting at the stone table and eating chicken legs.

There is also a maid next to him who brings tea and water to the middle-aged man, and occasionally wipes the grease on his face with a towel, showing the style of a big capitalist!

"Master Qian!" When the big man saw this middle-aged man, he shouted sharply, and hurriedly took Jiang Cang to the outside of the small pavilion, "Brother Jiang said by the ninth master is here." ”

"Have you eaten? Sitting here and eating? Middle-aged, that is, when Qian Ye saw Jiang Cang coming, he waved his hand to the maid next to him, "Go, get a pair of bowls and chopsticks for Brother Jiang, and then let Lao Wu make the whole chicken." ”

"Master Qian, I've eaten it." Jiang Cang politely clenched his fists, looked at the maid who was about to leave, and said, "Don't bother this girl anymore." ”

"What kind of effort do you have to be blind and polite.."

Qian Ye saw that Jiang Cang was polite, but chewed and swallowed the meat vaguely in his mouth, wiped his mouth with a towel, took the water cup handed by the maid and rinsed his mouth, and then took a sip of the tea she served before continuing,

"Like Lao Jiu, I love to make friends! The brother of the ninth master is also my brother of Lao Qian! Especially the ninth master also told me that Brother Jiang is his own person. Then don't be polite, let outsiders see it, they will laugh at my old money for eating meat by himself, and let my brother stand there and watch. How awkward? ”

When Qian Ye said this, he wanted to stand up, but he didn't stand up, and then he saw Jiang Cang and the others wanting to help him, but he sat down again and said, "Don't stand, my body told me that it was comfortable to sit." ”

Qian Ye didn't have much to say.

Jiang Cang listened to two sentences, pondered for a while, but found that he was similar to Li Jiuye, no wonder the two of them could talk together, and they had similar personalities emotionally.

In addition, the young man said to himself last night that Li Jiuye and Qian Ye had cut people together when they were young, so in his own mind, the relationship between the two must be in place.

It's just that Li Jiuye has a good face, he is embarrassed to ask Qian Ye to borrow money to buy a car, and he is even more embarrassed to come over to learn, so he can only push Jiang Cang to his friend, saying that he has money to buy a car, and let his brother come over to learn first.

Anyway, no matter what, on this face, Li Jiuye will not be left behind.

"Lao Jiu said that Brother Jiang can fight, so let's talk about something before we touch the car?" After Qian Ye was now sure that Jiang Cang was indeed not eating, he first asked people to clear the dishes on the table.

Then, the big man who led Jiang Cang over walked to the east car, picked up a bag from the car, and walked back and put it on the stone table.

Jiang Cang could faintly hear the sound of metal 'rattling' coming from inside the bag, like a coin slipping down.

"Lao Jiu said, what can I tell you, you can trust it. And I believe in Lao Jiu! ”

Qian Ye opened the bag, took out a glowing silver dollar, and scratched his nails, making a sound similar to 'Qing~'.

"Human life is not worth much these days, it is here that is valuable!"

When Qian Ye said this, he reached into his bag and 'banged' a large handful of silver dollars, which flowed down from his fingers, and his voice was crisp, "Then let's be honest, Lao Jiu said that I can usually ask Brother Jiang for help if I have something, then, this is a meeting gift, not much, a hundred oceans, first collect it and go to the city to play around at night." ”

"Is there something wrong with Master Qian?" Jiang Cang saw that Qian Ye gave himself so much money in a good manner, but he didn't know if this was 'his own money', so he didn't say it for the first time.

Because the monthly salary of an ordinary worker during this period was only one or twenty oceans at most.

And a piece of ocean can buy five or six catties of good pork, or seven or eight catties of kerosene, or stay in a good hotel, and the daily room rate is only about three oceans.

You must know that Jiang Cang's complete ten-day practice medicinal materials are only two oceans, and if you count eating meat, drinking wine, and living in a restaurant, you will spend fifty or sixty yuan for ten days.

This is still the high consumption of South Street!

"It's okay now, that's why it's called a greeting gift!"

Qian Ye smiled kindly, but he didn't care about the money, "Look." In this year, the young marshal's ocean was sprinkled, and a group of people rushed over to work hard, although the picture was done under the young marshal's hands, but in the end, it was still a money word! Of course, the more the money, the better! ”

Qian Ye patted his stomach with a smile, "Look, you can't eat my belly without money, how many people can't envy it?" Just talking about the people in our Nancheng Street, as soon as they looked at my belly, they said 'hey' and said, 'This is not Master Qian!' 'Whoa, they came around me!' ”

"In these years, many people really can't get enough to eat, and there will be people who will work hard in a few oceans." When Jiang Cang heard Qian Ye's words, he didn't refute it, feeling that he came to this world just to use money to buy medicine, practice, and other yuan.

Of course, if you have more money, you can buy better medicinal herbs yourself.

On the contrary, as Qian Ye said, the more money the better, as the so-called money in hand, food in the mouth, and afraid that there is no place to spend this money?

Thereupon.

Jiang Cang thought about it again, and thought that he was more looking for someone to practice, even if this Qian Ye had something, it was basically a 'martial arts', so he didn't have so many useless thoughts, so he hugged Qian Ye with a fist,

"Thank you for lifting up. I'll take the money, and you can say hello if you have something. ”

"Good!" Qian Ye saw Jiang Cang's refreshment, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and pointed to the three cars over there, "If you learn the car, pick one and go to the street, and drive away." Whoever wants to ask、I'll send it! ”