"No," Meng Lao sighed: "The old man has never seen the legendary gold sore medicine that went wrong, and the one on the black market may not be true." ”

"Then you dare to buy it."

"Bet, if the old man didn't dare to bet at that time, Master Wen thinks that Sheng Yu can be so happy and flirtatious little girl?" said it well, he is simply a model of justice, and Wen Yuecheng wants to applaud him.

Wen Yuecheng was taken crooked by Meng Lao for a while, turned his head and thought about it and felt that it was wrong, he asked: "No, isn't the medicine you bought working very well on Sheng Li?" ”

"Maybe the fakes that come out of the barracks are better than ordinary gold sore medicines." The left and right have already confessed to Wen Yuecheng and are lenient, Meng Lao doesn't care anymore, and looks at Wen Yuecheng with an expression that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"If you give you both bottles of medicine, is there a way to know which herbs are used in them?"

"The ingredients of the gold sore medicine are probably the same, and the reason why the military camp is special is because of one of the medicines, the keel," Meng Lao made a fortune from medicinal materials, and his eyes lit up when he mentioned the keel: "It is extremely rare, the generation conditions are harsh, and it cannot be artificially planted, but the healing effect is not replaced by any medicinal materials, and the royal family does not allow the people to keep it private, and once it is found, it must be handed over to the treasury." ”

"With such a precious medicinal herb, someone will always hide it secretly, right?"

"No," Meng Lao didn't have to think, he directly shook his head and vetoed: "Keels are rare, and there are very few people I know, even the old man has only seen it in books, and he has never seen the real thing for many years." ”

Meng Lao is reasonable, well-read people may not be able to pay attention to such a rare thing, if you have to do a medicinal material business, few people can know the keel, let alone private collection, it would be good not to press it as a broken stone.

When Wen Yuecheng saw such a serious medicine bottle wrapped by Ding Chen, he saw in a trance that the moon silver would rise again in the coming year, and he couldn't close his mouth because of this, who knew that life fell from heaven to hell for only a moment.

"Elder Meng, did your friends in the barracks reveal any news?" With a preliminary guess in his mind, he continued to ask.

Meng Lao shook his head, and said that his friends couldn't reveal too much about the affairs of the military camp, otherwise they would have to go to prison before the letters they exchanged came, and Wen Yuecheng also knew the stakes and gave up the idea of asking.

But it is absolutely impossible to make Wen Yuecheng die, his hand can't reach out to the barracks, but he can use the medicine on his hand, he and Meng Lao confirmed again: "If there is a problem with the batch of burned gold sore medicine, will it be on the keel?" ”

"If the gold sore medicine in the hands of Ding Chen and the old man has a way to determine that it is true, then the problem must be on the keel!" Meng Lao is very sure that during the period when the gold sore medicine had problems, he corresponded with his old friends, and all he got was the news of the stability of the border passes, although there were occasional wars, they were all small ambushes, and there were often such small fights on both sides.

Assuming that the border pass was defeated because of the effect of the gold sore medicine, the emperor's current actions would not be so merciful, and he would have preferred to kill by mistake and never let go of the blood, even if the city was full of storms, and the people would not hesitate to panic.

It is absolutely impossible to allow General Liu to use military exploits to save the military family.

"If our gold sore medicine is real, the person who changes the medicine is seeking wealth, and the most expensive of them is only the keel." As soon as Meng Lao explained again, the matter was clear.

After confirming, Wen Yuecheng smiled secretly, took out a small bottle of inconspicuous things from his arms, handed it to Meng Lao's eyes and shook it, and said, "Look, what is this?" ”

Meng Lao rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to take it, and after opening the bottle cap, the pale yellow paste appeared under his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment: "The gold sore medicine in Ding Chen's hand?" "The things that should have been taken to the State Capital Prison Division with Ding Chen are still in the hands of Wenyue City.

"They don't know how much of it was in the original bottle anyway." Wen Yuecheng can't wait to kiss himself, being too smart is also a burden.

Meng Lao saw the wanton smile on his face, his eyes showed disgust, he already had a hot potato in his hand, and he was stuffed by Wen Yuecheng, and a pair of calloused hands were about to be scalded off a layer of skin, how could he be so happy with him.

When he is old, he can't tarnish his reputation for many years for this matter, he immediately threw the bottle back into Wen Yuecheng's arms, took two steps back and said: "They all said that they can't distinguish between the real and the fake, so leave so much for the old man to find trouble?!" ”

Wen Yuecheng saw the old man's avoidance, but he wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip away from his eyes, and from the words he brought back from Chen Ba last night, he noticed that Meng Lao was very familiar with the gold sore medicine specially provided by the military camp.

If you don't know how to tell the difference, he doesn't believe it at all, most of the things on the black market are worth thousands of gold, not to mention the gold sore medicine containing the keel, which can make Meng Lao give up his family wealth and buy it back, how can it be fake!

This old man really thought that he could hide from the world and tell him to give up his low-hanging wealth and dream!

He smiled evilly at the corner of his eyes, and slowly approached, until he slapped his hand on Meng Lao's shoulder, forcing him to come back to his senses, and then stared at his eyes and threatened: "If you really can't find a way to judge the authenticity of the gold sore medicine, Lord Ben has no choice but to bring a message to the Criminal Prison Department and let them start from the black market, after all, ......"

Without Wen Yuecheng finishing the rest of the words, Meng Lao gritted his teeth and said, "Master Wen deserves to be famous as a young man. ”

Wen Yuecheng watched Meng Lao's white beard shake from the side, as if he wanted to open his mouth to speak, but was sealed by the beard.

He didn't care about the careful thinking in Meng Lao's heart, tracking down this matter was not only for himself, but also for the border soldiers, he continued to ask: "Meng Lao has a way?" After all, time is tight! ”

This time, Meng Lao not only had to shake his beard, but his hands were also a little shaky, he shook off Wen Yuecheng's hand on his shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "You can use a mulberry sheath, but who will use it?" "As long as someone is willing to sacrifice and dare to try, they can distinguish the real from the fake.

He told Wen Yuecheng that the keel of the gold sore medicine specially supplied by the military camp was extremely high, and mixed with mulberry sheath would have unexpected effects.

"Seriously?" Wen Yuecheng raised an eyebrow.

After hearing this, Meng Lao couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said in a lengthened tone: "Immortal." "Although he is not dead, he will lose his old face, such as when he first got the gold sore medicine in the black market.

"Yes...... Does it hurt the body? ”

"Heh," Meng Lao listened to his words, Fu Ling's heart was full, he and Wen Yuecheng looked at each other, and their smiles became more and more sinister and terrifying: "For young people, they are all small things, and they can hold on." ”

The two hit it off, and after discussing the countermeasures, Wen Yuecheng went to take a look at Sheng Li, Chen Qi was taking care of him, and Ji Liu had already gone back to the yamen to rest.

Sheng Li was a little awkward, his body turned towards the window, Chen Qi was also a stuffy gourd, and the whole room was as quiet as the deep sea. Wen Yuecheng didn't go in, he and Chen Qi looked at each other and left in a hurry.

As soon as he returned to the county office, Wen Yuecheng instructed the gatehouse: "Let Zhao Zhuang come to the study to see me." ”

After dealing with one thing, the other thing must also be taken care of. In any case, the people of the state capital who disturbed the people in his territory were not at peace, and they had to find out what was going on, and it was worth their fight.

After Zhao Zhuang received the news, he immediately rushed over, he is also a smart person, otherwise he would not be the head catcher at the same time as Sheng Li, after arriving at the study to see the salute, he replied respectfully: "The people of the Criminal Prison Department have been searching for the whereabouts of a girl for the past two days, but they did not say it to their subordinates, but they just asked their colleagues in the yamen to have a portrait of a man painted on it, who is a weak scholar, and every time he asks the man, he will ask again, but he has met a man and a woman from a foreign country, and the woman has a red mole in the corner of her eye." ”

Wen Yuecheng knocked on the table slowly, "Dada! The sound seemed to knock on Zhao Zhuang's heart, and he carefully recalled the actions of the past two days, for fear that he would miss a little bit and make Wen Yuecheng unhappy, and be thrown out to do good deeds like his colleagues who made mistakes before.

"Elopement? What kind of girl can use such a big battle? Wen Yuecheng took a look at Zhao Zhuang's description, but even if you count the entire Xizhou, even if the daughter of the old man's family in the state capital eloped, she invited someone from the Criminal Prison Department, not to mention that so many people were transferred.

Wen Yuecheng whispered a few words, always feeling that things were not what he thought, and then asked, "Where is the portrait of the man?" ”

"The master of the Criminal Prison Department counts the number of portraits every night, and his subordinates are incompetent." Zhao Zhuang also thought about taking a portrait and hiding it, but the people in the Criminal Prison Department were all experts in this area, and they were all like monkeys, so he didn't dare to move.

"If you don't have a portrait, then go and draw one, Lord Ben still doesn't believe it, you stared at this face for three days, and you can't remember it!" Although Wen Yuecheng thinks about lying down and retiring all day long, what he hates the most is that other people put their hands into his house, and he can't tolerate things in Zhaofeng County that are beyond his control.

Zhao Zhuang received the order, and immediately nodded yes, looking at Wen Yuecheng's gloomy face, he had reason to believe that if it was one step later, he would be sent by Wen Yuecheng to the countryside to feed pigs to the farmers.

With Zhao Zhuang leaving, only Wen Yuecheng was left in the study, he was silent for a moment, spread out the rice paper, polished the inkstone, and buried himself in writing seriously.

In a blink of an eye, it was evening again, and Zhao Zhuang and the others were still accompanying the painter, scratching their ears and cheeks, forcing themselves to carefully recall the facial features of the man who had been pinched crookedly on his hands before.

It's just that......

- It's so hard! How could it be so hard?!!

Zhao Zhuang had a headache, and some of the colleagues who stayed with the painter were asleep, some were sluggish, their bodies were still here, and their souls had floated away.

The deafening snoring sound, mixed with the various smells of the summer servants, forced Zhao Zhuang to keep rubbing his forehead, he glanced at the old man from the side of the road from time to time, and he was not affected at all, and couldn't help but wonder if the old man couldn't hear or smell.

"Is that so?" The painter trembled and lifted the rice paper, slowly handed it to Zhao Zhuang, and continued to paint for an afternoon, his wrist was hanging in the air, there was almost no rest, he was already tired, and he couldn't wait to put things down and leave.