Cui'er made up her mind, slowly lifted her long skirt, and walked forward firmly in the eyes of everyone.

The small alley where the water was strolling in front of her seemed to have disappeared in Cui'er's eyes, and the sour and bitter smell smelled between her noses seemed to have disappeared. Cui'er's footsteps were very firm on the narrow path, one step, two steps, three steps...... As long as there is a little bit ahead that can increase Lian Qingshan's hope of returning from the battlefield, Cui'er will go on firmly.

The low thatched house, the simple wood door, when Cui'er walked to the door of the first house and knocked on the door, Uncle Zhong behind them suddenly realized that Cui'er had walked into the simple and even disgusting alley alone.

"Madam, the slave is guilty!" Xiangying saw that her wife had already entered the alley, and at this time she didn't care about the many people beside her, so she rushed into the alley in three steps and two steps and two steps. It doesn't matter if the embroidered shoes are on the muddy water, and the stench doesn't care if the stammery is touched.

"Where are you guilty!" Cui'er smiled and said to the panting Xiangying, and heard footsteps coming from the firewood door.

"Who are you looking for?" Inside the firewood gate, there was a woman with a crooked mouth and a numb face, in her thirties, and her voice was like thunder, as if she was not distinguished by Cui'er's good clothes.

"Dare to ask this eldest sister, is this Liujia Lane?" Cui'er said gently and politely, looking at the woman's yard as if it were in the alley, with sewage flowing sideways.

"It's Liujiaxiang, who are you looking for? Isn't my dead ghost out there messing with someone he shouldn't be messing with? The woman's expression changed. The already unsightly face looks more and more hideous. Frightened, Xiangying took a step back, and she didn't know that her embroidered shoes had stepped on the sewage.

"Do you know that there is a shopkeeper surnamed Liu. Are you about 50 or 60 years old, do you know how to do gold sore medicine? Cui'er asked softly unmoved.

"Shopkeeper? No, no, the shopkeepers are all rich people, where will they live in this shabby alley! The woman glanced at Cui'er, and her eyes seemed to say that such a beautiful person looked like he was rich. Why the brain is not clear.

"It's hard work!" Cui'er nodded to the woman and motioned for Xiangying to give the woman some loose money. He continued to walk deeper into the alley.

The woman accepted a handful of money from Xiangying, with a smile on her face, looking at Cui'er's back, her heart suddenly moved. shouted at Cui'er's back, "I don't know if there is a shopkeeper in this alley, but there is a lame old man in his fifties and sixties, who seems to be surnamed Liu, and he is in the innermost house." ”

This woman is also very strange, and after shouting this, she didn't wait for Cui'er or Xiangying to react, so she closed the chai door and didn't move anymore.

A lame old man surnamed Liu? Cui'er's heart was full of hope, although Huiya's letter did not say whether the shopkeeper was lame or not. But no one said that the shopkeeper can't be lame, right? It's a match between age and surname.

After having hope, Cui'er did not go straight to the innermost courtyard, but still patiently knocked on the door one by one. Inquire about the shopkeeper surnamed Liu.

In these courtyards, some people answered the door, some only said that they didn't know anything, and some would tell some clues about the person surnamed Liu. But there are contradictions between different people's words, so that Cui'er can't tell who is telling the truth for a while. But Cui'er can be sure of one thing, none of their homes are pharmaceuticals or people take medicine.

Until Cui'er walked into the alley. In the penultimate house, the situation took a turn.

When Cui'er walked through this small alley one by one, although her nose kept smelling the stench, Cui'er could clearly feel that the bitter smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and the sour smell was much less.

Judging from the sewage on the ground, in the sewage at the exit of the alley, there are many rotten leaves and so on, and the color is also black, yellow and green.

Cui'er has walked so many houses, and it is expected that if there are people in this alley who are making medicine or know how to make medicines, it must be the last one of the two with a strong medicinal smell.

Tuk tuk tuk, Xiangying knocked on the door of the penultimate house, but standing in front of the wooden door, Cui'er smelled some bitter taste of Chinese medicine between her nose. Before Xiangying could open her mouth, the wooden door was opened, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy poked his head out of it, looked at a group of richly dressed people in front of his house, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Dare to ask, is this the Liu family?" Uncle Zhong hurriedly asked, after Cui'er asked about the first house before, Uncle Zhong and Xiangye were very frightened, and they didn't care how disgusting this alley was, they just wanted to find someone and go home quickly to wash away the disgusting sourness.

"This is the Liu family, who are you looking for?" The young man nodded, looked at the crowd suspiciously, and asked.

"Great, we're just looking for someone from the Liu family!" As she spoke, Xiangying somehow bypassed the young man and went straight into the courtyard, which was small and dirty, and a piece of sewage on the ground flowed slowly out of a wooden trough, with a strong smell of medicine.

"Ma'am, I found it!" Xiangying saw the wooden trough full of medicinal smell, so she shouted at Cui'er outside, she shouted like this, not only did Cui'er and the others rush into the yard excitedly, but even the courtyard rushed out of the courtyard.

"The surname Jin has deceived us to such a point that he still wants to find us, I will fight with you!" It was a skinny old man of fifty or sixty years old, leaning against the wall in one hand and holding a crutch in the other, limping out of it, shouting out with red eyes and hatred.

"This old man, we are not surnamed Jin, and we are not here to bully you." Seeing that this scene was almost out of control, Uncle Zhong hurriedly walked to the front, saluted and said.

Uncle Zhong is a person who has been in the scene for a long time, and he can naturally see that although this old man is embarrassed now, he should also be in a good situation. If it was a beautiful scene, then he was very likely to be the shopkeeper Liu that his wife was looking for, so he added a little more respect and caution when he spoke.

"Grandpa......" The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy saw the old man coming out, and rushed over, "Grandpa, your leg is not good yet, you can't just get out of bed, if it breaks again, it won't grow well!" The young man was very verbose when he spoke, and he chattered endlessly to let his grandfather go back to the house and lie down.

"We are from the family of the guerrilla general Lian, and this is our wife, who specially asked Master Liu to go out of the mountain to make some gold sore medicine for my master." Uncle Zhong looked at the old man's mood and seemed to calm down a lot, so he struck while the iron was hot and explained his intentions, hoping to persuade the shopkeeper to help his family make medicine.

And the old man Liu was a little helpless because of his grandson, and when he looked at Cui'er and Uncle Zhong and their group, he found that they were indeed not from the Jin family, as if they were deflated, and even their bodies were stiffened.

"Pharmaceutical? I'm just an old man, what can I do if my legs are lame......" The old man surnamed Liu muttered as he dragged his legs back, his back slumped and looked like a poor old man living on the street.

"Grandpa......" The young man didn't seem to expect his grandfather's reaction, and glanced at Cui'er anxiously, and then turned around and pulled his grandfather. Although this young man didn't say anything in his mouth, the meaning was very obvious, how could he miss such a good opportunity!

Cui'er hadn't said a word from the beginning until just now, and she had been observing the situation in the courtyard. The wooden trough in the courtyard, where the young man was just now, had black water, the smell of the water was very strong, and there seemed to be some fallen herb sticks next to it, and the black water was obviously the medicinal liquid.

The smell of medicine in this courtyard was very strong, the old man was lame, and he was not very used to the appearance of crutches, and the young man said again, it seems that the old man should have been injured for a long time. An old man in his fifties and sixties, who was seriously injured to the extent that his leg was broken, was able to recover to his current state, at least being able to stand up and walk, which at least showed that his medicine was still good.

I heard that the shopkeeper Liu only left the Jin family a few months ago, seeing that the old man Liu was injured and lived in this broken yard, and when he rushed out just now, he looked resentful, thinking that he was angry with the main family, maybe this leg was broken by the Jin family.

Thinking of this, a vein seemed to appear in Cui'er's heart, this old man Liu should be somewhat capable, and he obviously didn't trust outsiders much when he behaved like this, how could he envelop this person under his hands, for the sake of Lian Qingshan Pharmaceutical?

Seeing that the old man Liu had already walked back to the eaves with his legs, Uncle Zhong's persuasion did not even play a role, and the young man's call to his grandfather did not seem to make the old man change his mind.

Seeing that half of Old Man Liu's body had entered the house, Cui'er's heart suddenly moved, and she said loudly, "I have worked hard for the owner for decades, but I was kicked out by someone with a broken leg, and I ended up like this, are you willing?" ”

When Cui'er said this, she saw that the old man Liu's body shook suddenly, as if he had been greatly stimulated. Then, after a moment's effort, he moved forward again, but this movement was much smaller, and it was obvious that the master of the body was engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

"I have the heart to open a pharmacy, I will all out of the shop, as long as I find a big shopkeeper who knows how to operate medicine, I will give him fifty percent of the dry shares, I don't know if this deal, is the shopkeeper willing to do it?" Cui'er said loudly, the crisp voice echoed for a long time in this small courtyard, and time froze at this moment, as if the bitterness oozing out of the medicinal liquid was also dispelled. (To be continued)