Mama Meng picked up the curtain and came in, her face as cold as ice:

"Ma'am. A group of embroidered messengers came from outside the door, saying that they would take the young lady back for questioning. ”

"What!" Zhang Xian stood up.

"Aunt Jun save me!" Luan Weiniang sat down on the ground weakly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

The news that Luan Weiniang was taken away reached the ears of Mo Gongzi as soon as possible.

"Childe, what is Tang Zhan doing, he knows you." Wei Cang's injured leg was held high, and he asked suspiciously while drinking the decoction handed over by Wei Lan.

"That's what I meant." There was not a trace of waves on Mo Gongzi's face.

Wei Cang was stunned: "Son, when Wei Niangzi was about to get married two years ago, you didn't send anyone to stop you, why do you suddenly have to recalculate this account now?" ”

"You think I shouldn't have done that?" Mo Gongzi gave him a blank look.

Wei Cang didn't realize the disgust in his eyes, and chattered to himself: "Childe, although this Luan Wei Niang does have no eyes, but she is the daughter of Luan Engong, this doesn't look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, you won't send people to the North Prison, right?" What kind of place is the North Prison, Tang Zhan is even more of a mad dog."

Mo Gongzi stopped his pen and looked up at him: "Why do I think that you are not hurting your legs, but your head?" ”

"Huh?"

"The reason why we met Han Min'er this time is because of Luan Wei Niang."

"How dare she!" Wei Cang jumped to his feet, and then lay back with his teeth cracked.

"So do you still think there's anything wrong with letting Tang Zhan warn her?"

"Not at all! Just to warn her, she should be allowed to taste the thirty-six tortures of the Northern Prison! Wei Cang hated so much that the roots of his teeth itched: "But this Wei Niang was originally a gentle and graceful little lady, why would she do such a vicious thing?" ”

Mo Gongzi's eyes darkened, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The joys and sorrows of the world are never connected, and Luo Qianhuai neither experienced Luan Weiniang's fear, nor did he feel Mo Gongzi's sighs.

Holding a large amount of gold in his arms, followed by a few Mingyuelou guys carrying food boxes, Luo Qianhuai didn't feel cold at all, but only felt warm like spring in his heart.

This happy mood lasted until the third day, and the boss of Qi Mingqi personally escorted the car and sent the medicinal herbs to the shop.

Luo Qianhuai cheered up, carefully counted them one by one, and confirmed that the medicinal materials were genuine, and there was no adulteration at all, so he happily settled with him.

Probably a person with the same aura, it is very pleasing to the eye when you look at it, Luo Qianhuai is rich at this time, and he had no intention of bargaining, but Boss Qi took the initiative to give her a 20% discount.

Particularly welcoming, don't be impossible. Luo Qianhuai had no choice but to thank him and settle the account, and made an appointment for long-term cooperation in the future, so he took the Yanshu brothers and sisters and Xingjiu to count all the medicinal materials and put them into storage.

The west compartment in the backyard has been converted into a warehouse dedicated to storing medicinal materials, and the Baizi cabinet in front is also full.

While Luo Qianhuai was tidying up, he looked at the real thing and introduced the medicinal materials to the three of them.

Yan Shu Xingjiu listened very seriously, but when it came to observation ability, he couldn't match Yan Ning.

She drank the decoction for a few days, and although her body did not improve significantly, she had no problem getting out of bed and doing some simple things.

Proper exercise is good for the body, and Luo Qianhuai did not restrain her. It was a complete surprise to discover that she had a talent for discerning medicinal herbs.

Traditional Chinese medicine is mostly the rhizome and fruit of plants, after processing, drying and slicing, there are often similar appearances, if you are not familiar with the shape and efficacy of the medicine, it is easy to make mistakes.

For example, geranium seeds and incense are both irregular and slightly curved short columnar, spindle-shaped pieces, but the latter has longitudinal wrinkles on it and several slightly raised links, which will be mistaken if you are not careful.

But not with Yan Li. She can always combine Luo Qianhuai's explanation with the medicinal materials themselves, meticulous and meticulous.

Luo Qianhuai saw it in his eyes, and he also had other plans in his heart. That's an afterword. The medicinal materials have arrived, and the next step is to make a plaque, and then open the store.

Luo Qianhuai seriously recalled the time-honored medicine halls he saw in his previous life, what Tongrentang, Yichun Hall, Guangji Hall, and Jiu'an Hall were all good names with resounding reputations. And what she has to do is very simple, that is, pick out one of them that is pleasing to the eye, and find someone to take it to make a plaque.

Wen Pu was respectfully sent out by the housekeeper of the Tao Mansion. Since Xue Wen left in a hurry, the heavy responsibility of diagnosing and treating Old Madam Tao has all been pressed on him. On the one hand, it was recommended by Xue Wen, and on the other hand, it was also because of his own efforts that he was recognized by Dr. Tao and the old lady.

According to the medical case provided by Xue Wen and said to be from his own hands, the old lady's treatment of thirst is a long-term process, and it is by no means an overnight effort.

So during this time, he naturally became a frequent visitor to the Tao family, and with the improvement of the old lady's health, his status in the mansion also increased day by day.

The day before yesterday, Dr. Tao also met with him, in addition to expressing his gratitude to him for taking care of the old lady's body, he also asked about the incident back then, and his words carried the meaning of wanting to help mediate.

He answered truthfully, and also said the strangeness of the incident, and Dr. Tao sighed, although he didn't say anything accurate, but let him go back and wait for the news, which was good news in itself.

Everything went smoothly like a dream.

Holding a bag of reward money stuffed by the housekeeper in his arms, weighing that he could have at least five hundred dollars, Wen Pu's mood was as clear as this clear blue sky.

He first went to Yuehelou in Dongshi, cut half of the braised sheep's head, let people wrap it in oil paper, and was about to leave, when suddenly he walked to the back street like a ghost.

The shop he had in mind should have had a new tenant, and the black-painted aconite door was polished. A boy of about ten years old walked out and hung a wooden sign outside the door, on which he did not know what was written.

Wen Pu was a little curious, and when he was about to go up to take a look, he was stopped by the proprietress of the cloth village next door.

"Wen Langzhong?" Huang Juan hesitated and called, "Why are you here?" ”

She recognized Wen Pu's medical skills. When her daughter was still in the boudoir, she once fell ill, which Wen Langzhong was optimistic about. Later, I went to my mother-in-law's house for three years and was infertile for three years, and it was Wen Langzhong who helped regulate my body, so I had both children and daughters.

So back then, those scoundrels came to the door and said that Wen Lang was a quack doctor who harmed people, she and her husband didn't believe it at all, and helped go to the Yi court to testify, but unfortunately it was useless in the end, so she could only watch Ji'an Hall being smashed and sealed.

Wen Pu sighed: "Aunt Huang, don't come unharmed. I'm just hanging around and having nothing to do - seeing that the shop is being rented out, I feel less guilty about the old landlord's idea. ”

They are all adjacent shops, and Huang Juan is still quite concerned about the things next door.

"I heard that this shop was bought by a little lady." She whispered to Wen Pu to share gossip: "Someone sent a lot of medicinal herbs over this morning, and I don't think I will open a pharmacy here." ”

(End of chapter)