"Mother, that person is so strange!"

A mother and son walked by from the corner, and when the child saw He Yongsheng squatting on the ground in the corner, he couldn't help but take his mother's hand strangely, and asked in a childish voice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This person must not have studied well when he was a child, and now he has become like this!"

The woman looked at He Yongsheng in the corner, and then whispered to the child.

It is inevitable that this mother and son think He Yongsheng is so strange, because his dress is obviously incompatible with the current environment, and it is indescribably weird.

A pair of swarthy leather shoes covered with a layer of dirt, wearing a pair of jeans with a few small holes in the bottom, and a black short-sleeved shirt on the top.

His face looks quite delicate, but the pale cyan beard on his chin and a few strands of hair falling down his forehead make him look like he has sucked **, and he is indescribably haggard.

Hearing the conversation between the mother and son, He Yongsheng raised his head slightly, and subconsciously shook the long hair that he thought was quite flowing. However, it did not shake......

"Auntie...... I've studied hard, and I'm still a graduate of a key university!" He Yongsheng looked at the mother and son who had gone away, and wanted to cry without tears.

He Yongsheng, male, 23 years old, unmarried, graduated from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the National 211 Key Medical University, employed in the 197 Military Hospital, technical ** male.

His goal in life is very simple, his wife and children are hot on the kang, and he doesn't need much money, just enough to spend. He was supposed to crawl on the ideal path, but the heavens played a big joke on him, and he crossed over!

"Didn't the novel say that after crossing over, I would encounter all kinds of adventures and all kinds of beautiful women? Why have I been here for two days and have not encountered anything?"

Nima, you got me to the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, and it would be better if you got me to the Qing Dynasty! How can I say that I also graduated from a heavy book, maybe I can also do the same as in the novel, deal with the Anshi Rebellion, save Yue Wumu, and keep the Old Summer Palace! However, it is not to ancient times at all, but to a Qingyun Town called what Jinyuan Kingdom does not under the birds!"

He Yongsheng sighed heavily, he didn't know how many times he had complained in the past two days. Obviously, it is useless to complain like this.

"Gollum~Gollum ......"

He hadn't eaten a bite in two days! No, his stomach began to protest.

He Yongsheng laboriously took out the things in the pocket of his jeans and put them on the ground one by one.

A crumpled TCM professional physician's certificate, a wallet with more than a dozen bank cards in it, CCB, ABC, ICBC...... Inside the wallet were more than a dozen bright red hundred-dollar bills, and an embroidery needle that had fallen into his pocket at some point.

He Yongsheng opened his wallet, took out a few hundred-yuan bills and looked at them, his face was depressed.

"This thing, if you put it aside, don't you eat chicken, duck and fish meat casually? Now, there is no use for fart!" He Yongsheng muttered, and then threw out a few hundred-yuan bills as if he were throwing garbage.

After picking up the things on the ground, He Yongsheng staggered to his feet and walked towards the street not far away.

If you don't eat, you'll starve to death, He Yongsheng hasn't married a daughter-in-law yet!

Qingyun Town is just a small town in the northwest border of Jinyuan Kingdom, and because of its proximity to the border, the folk customs in this area seem to be very strong.

He Yongsheng has never been to other areas, and he doesn't know what the situation is, but looking at the old and young masters coming and going on the street, especially the shirtless brothers, looking at the tendons and flesh on people's bodies, I am afraid that people's arms are as thick as their thighs. If you want to say that the people in this town are not strong, they don't believe him if they are killed.

Looking at the bustling but orderly security on the road, I am afraid that it belongs to the ideal socialist society that does not close the door at night.

Big buns, big white steamed buns, big oil cakes, and sugar gourds that the child ate...... Everything has a fragrance!

He Yongsheng's eyes were now straight, and his saliva was swallowing desperately one bite after another. If it weren't for the fierce energy of a few aunts who sell things, he would have jumped directly into other people's stalls.

"Tsk~ It's so fragrant! You don't have to guess to know, there must be no gutter oil, and melamine or something is even more nonsense!" He Yongsheng swallowed while commenting on the small food stalls on the side of the road, not noticing the strange gazes in the eyes of passers-by.

"What kind of clothes is this man wearing, why are the sleeves just below the shoulders?" said a little girl passing by, grinning in the ear of another little girl next to her.

"Look at this man's hair, both long and short, especially on his forehead, what does it look like!" one uncle whispered as he tugged at another.

It has to be said that the gossip spirit of the masses of the people does not distinguish between races, eras, and time and space.

"Gollum~Gollum ......"

The stomach protested again, and He Yongsheng finally couldn't resist the temptation of big buns and big steamed buns anymore, and walked to the side of the aunt's stall selling steamed buns to see if he could buy two steamed buns to eat.

"Auntie, how do you sell this bun?" After all, we are also graduates of colleges and universities, and we must be polite, even if we starve to death, we can't lose our noble manners!

"Young man, are you calling me?" The aunt who sold steamed buns heard He Yongsheng's voice, and her heart was happy. For a long time, others have called her Aunt Wang. This is the first time I've heard my aunt's name, and at first glance, it's strange and novel.

"Isn't this nonsense? Can you call someone else besides you?" The little girl who just passed by, if I call someone an aunt, they won't come up and strangle me?" Although He Yongsheng thought so in his heart, the expression on his face remained the same.

"Auntie, I just call you! I don't know how you sell this bun?"

My stall has been here for more than ten years, and the price has never changed, and my bun is definitely the cheapest!"

The eldest lady snapped and spoke, quite the courage of the sales elite of later generations.

"Auntie, I don't have so much money, can you give me a cheaper?" He Yongsheng rubbed his hands and said the most embarrassing thing he had said in more than 20 years.

Is it a lot of money? He Yongsheng didn't know. Not to mention two cents, he doesn't even know what the money in this place looks like. If he knew the concept of money in this place, he would be embarrassed to say it if he was killed.

Wen is the smallest unit of currency, above the text is silver, and above silver is gold. If you have to make a comparison, the currency of this place is not much different from the currency used in ancient times, and the biggest difference should be in the form of money.

The text, silver, and gold were about the size of a one-dollar coin, but they did not have all the elaborate designs of a one-dollar coin. The coins depict a miniature version of a small stove on both sides. If you look at this small furnace carefully, it is three points similar to the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun in Journey to the West. Apart from the depiction of this small stove, there are no other decorations.

The conversion of the three coins is very simple, one hundred wen is equal to one silver, and one hundred silver is equal to one gold.

Aunt Wang, who sells steamed buns, after listening to He Yongsheng's words, her face instantly turned unsightly. Looking at his dress, at first, Aunt Wang thought that the children of a big family were messing around here! Who knows, he is really a poor ghost, and he can't even afford a bun for two pennies!

He Yongsheng saw that Auntie's face was not good-looking, and hurriedly continued: "Auntie, how about I help you see a doctor and exchange two buns with you?"

He Yongsheng didn't say this, Aunt Wang just put a face on him at most, and when he said that he had to see a doctor for himself, Aunt Wang's anger came up in an instant.

I saw Aunt Wang pick up the rolling pin on the table, slap it on the table, and then rolled up her sleeves, and raised her voice by 100 decibels, "Stinky boy! Who is sick?

Aunt Wang's shouting was not small, and the originally sparse passers-by gathered in a few blinks of an eye.

He Yongsheng rolled his eyes violently, and he was depressed in his heart. Why do the characters in the novel have a general bag after crossing over, with the spirit of the king. When it comes to him, how do you feel that these uncles and aunts have the spirit of the king, but he doesn't? After thinking about it, it feels as if such an aggrieved traverser is the only one, if this thing is spread out, how will he mix in the traversal world in the future? Of course, just think about it~

"Auntie, have you always had a feeling of being out of breath lately?" He Yongsheng looked at the aunt who sold steamed buns and asked tentatively.

"I'm out of breath because I'm fat!"

He Yongsheng smiled indifferently, and the aunt replied like this, I am afraid that he guessed eight or nine and ten. Then he said: "Then do you often feel flustered for no reason? The weather is not cold now, but you still feel cold in your body from time to time, and you still break out in cold sweat for no reason? Once you cough, do you even cough out your lungs? When you rest or sleep, once you lie down, you will feel chest tightness. Am I right?"

Aunt Wang's originally menacing face couldn't help but be replaced by nervousness. Think about how you feel, isn't it, exactly what this young man said, just like he saw next to him. So for He Yongsheng's words, she also believed a little from the bottom of her heart. Just because she believed a little, she was more worried that she wouldn't have an incurable disease, right?

The surrounding crowd saw that Aunt Wang didn't speak, and they started talking.

"Aunt Wang, is what this young man said right?" a middle-aged uncle shouted with a laugh.

"Auntie, I have a Chinese medicine license, seeing that your face is dull, and your breathing is also short, if my guess is correct, you have a lung problem!" He Yongsheng took out his Chinese medicine license in order to increase the credibility of what he said. However, it's just such a thing, who knows!

After listening to his words, the aunt suddenly became even more panicked, and now she is not horizontal, she turned her hand and threw the rolling pin aside, tears appeared in her eyes, and her attitude took a 180-degree turn, and her voice trembled and said to He Yongsheng: "Young man, can I cure this disease?"

When the aunt said this, it was equivalent to admitting He Yongsheng's speculation from the side. After hearing this, the surrounding crowd's attitude towards He Yongsheng also changed a lot in an instant, could it be that he was some kind of hidden master? Many people had this idea.

"Auntie, I can't cure your disease...... He Yongsheng looked at himself empty-handed, where can I treat others!

"Ah...... Why is my life so bitter!" After hearing He Yongsheng's words, the aunt sat directly on the ground, slapped the ground with both hands, and cried.

The crowd around them saw Aunt Wang's sad appearance, and they couldn't bear it. The uncle who spoke just now stepped forward, pulled He Yongsheng's gray short-sleeved shirt, and whispered: "Little brother, since you can see Aunt Wang's illness, can't you think of a way to treat her?"

"Uncle, it's not that I don't want to treat, but it's hard for a good woman to cook without rice!"

"What kind of rice do you want? We'll help you find it, guys, do you say?" After the uncle raised his voice, the crowd around him also echoed.

"Uncle, it's not rice. I'm ...... parable."