Walking through the bustling street, Feng Feiyang planned to go to the grain store to have a look, but she still didn't know the concept of a tael of silver at the moment.

Generally, it is measured and converted by the price of one pound of rice. "Xiaolou, do you know where the biggest grain store is?" Feng Feiyang asked Huo Xiaolou in a low voice.

"Oh, the biggest one is the Minsheng Grain Store, on Fuyuan Street next door, just across the alley in front of you." Huo Xiaolou pointed to the quiet alley not far away, and took the lead in trotting forward after speaking.

Feng Feiyang looked at the layout of the streets that passed in all directions and crisscrossed as he walked. Well.! It is very similar to the architectural style of the Tang Dynasty. Looking at the clothes and ornaments of the people on the street, it should be a rich country!

Unknowingly, I came to the grain store that Xiaolou said. The 50-square-meter storefront and one-meter-high wooden shelves are filled with all kinds of rice grains, polished rice, brown rice, and wheat flour.

The cabinet is a shrewd businessman in his fifties, and although Feng Feiyang has asked about the price of each grain, he doesn't like it at all.

In the end, Feng Feiyang bought fifty catties of polished rice and fifty catties of wheat flour, and planned to buy some more mung beans and red beans, but he was afraid that Uncle Huo would not be able to carry it.

It's okay to carry four or five catties by yourself and Xiaolou, but it's ---- more! Forget it.

Based on the prices of the above various grains, Feng Feiyang concluded that one or two pieces of silver are equivalent to about 1,000 yuan, and one big coin is 1 yuan.

Suddenly, there was a tumult and crying on the street, and I saw two young men carrying a door panel, on which lay a pregnant woman, whose gray cloth skirt was stained red with blood, followed by two weeping women.

Feng Feiyang is not an eventful person, although his grandfather often said that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, but now is not a good time to show his medical skills!

"Phew! Isn't that Yan San?" Huo Xiaolou pointed to one of the men who carried the door panel and said.

It was really Yan San who repaired the door in the morning, Feng Feiyang ran forward in a few steps to squeeze away the crying good person, stretched out his hand to compress the patient's eyeballs, the pupils were deformed, and the pupils recovered immediately after releasing the fingers, and he knew it in his heart at the moment.

Cadaveric syncope is another difficult birth, no wonder the doctor sentenced him to death.

"Yan San, I can save your relatives, do you believe it?" Feng Feiyang looked at Yan San's eyes and said.

Yan San was stunned, isn't this a kind lady who repairs the door in the morning! Looking at Feng Feiyang's determined appearance, Yan San had no reason to believe that the thin lady in front of him could save his sister-in-law.

"Brother, you just believe the little boy! She said that if she could save her sister-in-law, she would definitely be able to save it." Yan San tugged at his eldest brother's sleeve with an eager expression.

"Be fast, no matter how much you rub the Daluo Immortal, you can't save it!" Feng Feiyang looked impatient, why did this person hesitate? Could it be worse than that?

"Yan Da, mother, please, let this little boy save Lanxiang! Just treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor, didn't the old doctor of Po Chai Tang let us prepare for the future!

"Yes, yes, just believe this little boy once! Maybe it can really save people, besides, people are already like this......... What can a little boy do? The people who eat melons have great strength, and they said that they moved the stubborn Yanda.

Don't blame Yan Da for being too stubborn, is it really Feng Feiyang's image at this time that people can't believe it?

You want to! A thin boy who looks like he is twelve or thirteen years old suddenly came out and said that she can save people that doctors can't save, who believes it?

Isn't that nonsense? This is still a pavilion in the homes of ordinary people, if the eunuchs are not hacked to death with knives!

The people of any era are kind and blindly obedient, and the enthusiastic people help carry people to the nearest small pharmacy.

The young man who was the proprietor and the cabinet hurriedly led the person to the backyard, and he did not dislike being a "dead man".

Feng Feiyang turned around and told Huo Changsheng and his son to carry the food back, so there was no need to wait for someone here. There was no way for the father and son to go back reluctantly, Huo Xiaolou was worried that he would die, "Dad, Miss, she won't have an accident, right?"

"Don't worry, Miss has a plan in her heart, let's go back first." Huo Changsheng strode towards the back stone alley with rice noodles, and Huo Xiaolou trotted to follow with a small bamboo basket.