Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 68 What is a Veteran?
"My surname is Zhao, my first name is Wujiang!"

Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent.The tone is flat but contains a touch of domineering.

"Oh, Zhao Wujiang, huh? Zhao Zhao Zhao. Wu Jiang?"

The female store owner was trembling when she spoke, and her eyes were full of disbelief, "Master, please don't tease this servant!"

She was short of breath, thinking of the handsome and harmless appearance of the son in front of her, and thinking of the poem he uttered just now, it matched up with what she heard from her good sister.

The store owner's face was flushed with excitement, and she grabbed Zhao Wujiang's arm and refused to let go, for fear that he would run away.

"Are you really Master Zhao Wujiang?"

Spring water flooded in her eyes, and she kept getting closer to Zhao Wujiang.

"Sister, be reserved"

Zhao Wujiang regretted telling his real name.

But when I think about buying a mansion, signing the land deed regulations, and so on, I need my real name, I can only sigh and feel helpless.

"Ahhh—it's really you, Mr. Zhao!"

The female owner of the shop tried her best to seduce Zhao Wujiang by scratching her head and making gestures. She became more enthusiastic and introduced the mansion more meticulously.

Soon, Zhao Wujiang fell in love with a three-entry house in the southwest of the city.

This house is located in an extremely quiet place. According to the lady owner of the shop, the neighbors are all beauties, big and small. It is a place where some dignitaries are afraid of their main wives and place their concubines outside, so the security here is also very good.

There are a lot of flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, and the furniture in the mansion is all available, which saves Zhao Wujiang from worrying about buying again.

"Master Zhao, this area of ​​the house is very effective in isolating noises. It is not easy for the voices inside the mansion to come out, and it is not easy for the sounds outside the mansion to come in."

The female owner of the shop stared at Zhao Wujiang with admiration, her eyes flooded with spring water, and she asked expectantly, "Master Zhao, do you want to try?"

Fuck, big sister, you are really here, Zhao Wujiang waved his hands to see off the guests.

In the end, Zhao Wujiang won the house with an idol price of 3000 taels.

The reason why he took a fancy to this house was because of its good sound insulation and seclusion, which was suitable for him to concentrate on alchemy and so on.

At the same time, this house was chosen by so many dignitaries and merchants because of its excellent layout and many entrances and exits, which is convenient for Tibetans to escape.

After Zhao Wujiang sent away the female boss with resentful eyes, he walked around the courtyard carefully, looking for a place where he could build a secret room and a secret passage.

After working for a while, he decided to buy some medicinal materials first. On the way here, he saw a medicine shop by the side of the road.

It is temporarily inconvenient to move out the medicinal materials in the palace at one time, and he has to refine some medicinal materials for other use, so he had to go to the pharmacy first.

The pharmacy was called Jishitang, and it was well-known in Chang'an City. It was rumored that the shopkeeper knew many imperial physicians in the palace, and often invited them to sit in the clinic, so many civilians and even family members of officials came here admiringly.

At the same time, Jishitang has halls in all four directions of Chang'an City.

Zhao Wujiang strolled to Jishi West Hall, before entering the door, the strong medicinal fragrance came over his face.

He suddenly felt refreshed, and the attribute of a genius doctor made him quite fond of this taste.

Although the name of Jishi Hall is hall, it is actually more appropriate to be called hall. It occupies a very large area, and the front hall is the place for consultation and reception.

Zhao Wujiang stood at the door, there was no other reason, there were too many people in line, and they had already reached the door.

The crowd lined up for three full rows, including old and young, women and children, but many of them were well-dressed. It was not cheap to come to Jishitang to see a doctor, and some ordinary people still couldn't afford it.

Zhao Wujiang noticed a figure in front of him, it was a middle-aged man with a strong body and thick linen clothes, and a bitter face.

His expression was exhausted and anxious, and his calloused hands were tightly clutching a dilapidated money bag.

The speed of the team was extremely slow, no matter whether it was getting medicine or asking a doctor, you had to queue up, and most of the doctors sitting in the hall looked impatient, probably relying on the foundation of Jishitang's imperial physician.

Zhao Wujiang frowned.

The middle-aged man in rough clothes became anxious to the naked eye. There was another person in front of him who was asking the doctor, but he had been waiting for an hour, and the old father at home was still waiting for him to go back and take care of him.

Originally, he could go to other pharmacies to get the medicine, but the medicine was not as effective as Ji Shitang's, so although he had to wait in a long queue, he could still accept it.

After a while, the people in front finally ended, and the middle-aged man in coarse linen heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to sit down and ask questions.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in brocade clothes hurried in from outside the door. She was full of anxiety, and she was holding a sad-faced boy by the hand.

The middle-aged woman walked straight past the crowd and sat down before the man in coarse linen.

"Doctor, my Yu'er is injured!" She shouted loudly, her expression extremely anxious.

The Yu'er she was talking about was a young man who looked like a young master in brocade clothes, with a dull and impatient look on his face.

The originally haughty doctor just wanted to reprimand people for not queuing, but when he saw the middle-aged woman and the playboy young master, he instantly recognized their identities, Mrs. Jia and Young Master Jia from the Jia family.

The Jia family is a wealthy businessman's family with considerable power in Chang'an City. It is said that someone in the family is an official in the court.

The doctor's expression changed immediately, and he began to treat Young Master Jia with a respectful attitude.

Among the crowd who had been waiting in line for a long time, one person couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to criticize.

"You man, don't you see that everyone is queuing up? You are ashamed to jump in line?"

Hearing this, Young Master Jia's face was full of hostility, and when he went up, he kicked viciously and landed on the speaker.

The pharmacist sitting in the hall was even more flattering, pointing at the person who was beaten and said: "Get out! From now on, this pharmacist will not treat you again, and you don't even want to come in the whole Jishi Hall!"

After finishing speaking, he showed a flattering look to Young Master Jia and Mrs. Jia.

Zhao Wujiang frowned even deeper. When the woman led the boy past him just now, he clearly felt that there was nothing serious about the boy. It was probably just a skin injury or something that would heal quickly. People look alive and well, where does it look like they are sick or injured?
Sure enough, the doctor found that the boy's finger had been scratched a little, but he still exaggerated to flatter him and said, "Fortunately, Master Jia is a lucky man, and the wound will heal soon."

The people behind finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a few people stood up and began to verbally criticize.

"A child with a yellow mouth, but his skin was scratched a little, if he came later, maybe he would be fine."

"Yeah, what do you think is a serious illness that takes up so much time for all of us? Is this the current rule of Jishitang for blatantly jumping in the queue?"

"I saw that the doctor had a flattering face, how could he look like a half-doctor should?"

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Everyone said something to me, and kept opening their mouths.

The middle-aged woman's face was livid.

The man in coarse linen behind him was very anxious when he saw the woman and the young man who were sitting on their seats without moving. He said to the doctor sincerely: "Doctor, can you tell me how to get the medicine first? I really have something urgent!"

The doctor sitting in the hall was originally unhappy during the discussion and crusade of the crowd just now, but now seeing the man speak and throwing off the coarse linen clothes he was wearing, he looked like a poor man, he couldn't help but snort coldly:
"Why are you in a hurry? A little thing, will you die later?"

"But, I've been queuing up just now." The man said, he didn't dare to offend the doctor, the old man at home was still waiting for the medicine.

He became more and more sincere and urgent, "Doctor, my father has fought for the Tang Dynasty for many years. After retiring from the army, he suffered from a secret illness. He is in pain every day and needs medicine. Can you?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the dandy boy in front of him in a cold voice: "Isn't he just a veteran? There are so many people fighting for the Tang Dynasty, what is a veteran?"

The young man's expression became more and more superior: "What is this young master's identity? What is your father's identity? It is my honor to let your father wait a little longer!"

The poor man was trembling with anger, his fists were creaking, and he wanted to do it, but his reason kept admonishing him, making his expression more miserable.

Seeing the situation, Mrs. Jia called out to the servants waiting outside the door, four or five servants rushed in with long sticks and surrounded the man.

When everyone behind saw this posture, those who originally wanted to speak for the man chose to keep silent.

Mrs. Jia's face was ferocious, and she shouted: "Shengdou Xiaomin, you want to persecute my son, you don't know how to live or die, hit me!"

The servant picked up his long stick and slammed it fiercely at the poor man.

The silver needle pierced the air and shot out with a whistling sound.

A voice full of rage resounded throughout the front hall of Jishi West Hall.

"enough!"

(End of this chapter)