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This is actually a residential house, which uses its own small courtyard dam to operate, and the investment cost is small, and it is both business and home.

There were no guests in the courtyard, and a woman in a linen shirt was embroidering with her head lowered and focused, not even noticing anyone coming in.

"Miss Boss, come with a jug of wine, and you can eat and drink as you like."

Gu Ming sat down and yelled at the woman.

"Yeah..." Hearing the voice, the woman stood up embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, I didn't notice the young master coming in, please forgive me if I didn't greet you well!"

"It's okay." Gu Ming smiled and waved his hand.

"Then please sit down for a moment, sir."

"No hurry, you prepare slowly, I just take a break."

The woman nodded and hurried into the kitchen.

Gu Ming had nothing to do and looked around. There were only four small tables in the courtyard. The business here is not very good. After all, it is only a village, and there are not many guests coming and going. Most of the people who come to drink It's from the village.

The east and south sides are residential houses, the main body is blue bricks, supported by wooden pillars and stone platforms, the windows are carved wooden fences, and the roof is small blue tiles with Huizhou-style bucket eaves.

There is a firewood room in the north of the courtyard, but what is piled inside is not firewood, but wine jars and some sundries.

There is a long flower bed in the west of the courtyard, in which some orchids, crabapple and other flowers and plants are planted.

On the whole, the people in Qianjiazhuang lived pretty well, and almost every family had a small courtyard.

After a while, the proprietress brought a jug of wine and two small dishes to the table.

"Young master, we can only cook some home-cooked dishes in the countryside, so please don't make fun of me, sir."

"The proprietress is serious, huh? You made this yourself?"

Gu Ming picked up the chopsticks and took a sip. It was tender and delicious, and there was a fresh mushroom fragrance between his lips and teeth, so he couldn't help asking.

"Is it not to the taste of the son?"

"No, no, it's really good. It's rare to eat such a delicious side dish."

Upon hearing this, the proprietress couldn't help but smile: "It's as long as the young master likes it!"

Gu Ming took another sip, and couldn't help but ask, "This dish is not a fungus, why does it have a strong fungus fragrance?"

"This is a characteristic of our Qianjiazhuang"

The proprietress began to introduce enthusiastically.

"There is a kind of wild mountain fungus in our mountain, which tastes very delicious, but unfortunately there are too few and the season is short, and it can only be picked in April.

Later, someone thought of a way to dry it, then mash it, add a little bit when cooking, and the whole dish will have a strong mushroom fragrance. "

"Oh, so that's the case. Yes, this fungus fragrance is indeed very special."

"Thank you for your compliment, Young Master, you are right. Looking at your attire, Young Master must be a scholar who is heading to the capital to take the exam?"

"Well, the proprietress has good eyesight."

"Oh, I'm really envious of you son. In fact, my husband is also a scholar. It's a pity that he failed the provincial exam again this year."

When she said this, there was a hint of disappointment between the proprietress's eyebrows and eyes.

After all, there is a big difference between a scholar and a scholar.

"It's okay, the most important thing is to persevere, maybe you will win next time."

"Well, thank you for your auspicious words. Alright, don't disturb you for drinking."

After speaking, the proprietress sat back to her original place and began to embroider.

"cough cough"

After a while, there was a sudden coughing sound from the wing room on the south side.

The proprietress quickly put down the work in her hands and walked into the room quickly.

Not long after, another man came out with the help of another man, and let the man sit on a bamboo chair under the eaves.

"Sir, sit here and get some air, and I'll make you some medicine."

"Um"

The man responded weakly, and subconsciously glanced at Gu Ming.

At the same time, Gu Ming subconsciously glanced at the past, his expression could not help but change.

Because the other party looked really too vain, like a candle in the wind, the flame of life might be extinguished at any time.

Basically, he was skinny, with sunken eye sockets, his face was pale, and there was a faint trace of black in Yintang.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid my lifespan will not be long!

Thinking about it, the man heard his wife's conversation with Gu Ming before, and after looking at Gu Ming for a few times, he couldn't help but forcefully smiled: "This brother, Qian Pingzhi is not talented, he is a scholar."

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently again.

"Master!"

The proprietress came out in a hurry, raised her hand and patted the husband's back lightly.

"Qiao Niang, I'm fine"

"You still say it's okay? You don't talk too much, so as not to make trouble."

At this time, Gu Ming couldn't help but ask: "Ma'am, what kind of disease is your husband suffering from? When did it start?"

When this matter was mentioned, Qiao Niang couldn't help sighing: "The doctor in the village said that he had caught a cold. Besides, my husband is not the only one in our village. In the past two months, there are probably about twenty people who have been like this."

"Fengchi?"

"Well, my husband has been suffering from this disease for a month, and he has taken a lot of medicine, but this disease"

While speaking, Qiao Niang couldn't help feeling sad, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down.

"Qiaoniang, I'm the one who dragged you down cough cough cough"

"Tell you to talk less and don't listen! Don't say that you are not a burden, you are my husband-in-law, if you are sick, if I don't take care of you, who will take care of you?"

Qian Pingzhi moved his lips a few times, finally nodded to his wife, and smiled sadly.

At this time, Gu Ming sighed: "Don't take medicine indiscriminately, this disease is not a cold at all."

"what?"

Qiao Niang was stunned.

The same is true for Qian Pingzhi, who wanted to speak, but was afraid that he would cough non-stop.

Gu Ming had expected their reaction, and asked without haste, "Before, the proprietress said that there were about twenty people in your Qianjiazhuang infected with the cold, right?"

"Correct!"

"If I'm not wrong, these people should have a common symptom, and sometimes they will have various hallucinations like being possessed by evil spirits, such as seeing a ghost, right?"

"Yes, I cough cough cough"

Qian Pingzhi was agitated and started to cough again.

Qiao Niang quickly raised her hand and patted him on the back, she looked at Gu Ming and replied, "Young master is right, my husband was like this before, he always said that he was cold, that there was a little ghost pestering him

I've asked other people, and most of them have the same strange situation.

Moreover, two of the first people in our village who contracted the cold have already died.”

Hearing this, Gu Ming looked even more solemn.

"Miss Boss, this matter is no small matter. If things go on like this, more and more people will die in the village. Go and call the village chief. You must let the village chief know about this matter."

"Okay, I'll go to the village chief now."

As soon as Gu Ming said it was so serious, Qiao Niang didn't dare to neglect, she immediately gave orders to her husband and ran out of the courtyard in a hurry.

After a while, Qiao Niang walked into the courtyard with an old man with white beard and hair and a middle-aged man.

"The village head, that's what this young master said. He is a Juren, and he passed by our village on his way to Beijing for the exam."

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Qiao Niang pointed to Gu Ming and introduced him.

"It turned out to be a master of Juren, disrespectful and disrespectful"

Gu Ming smiled and stood up: "You don't have to be polite!"

The village chief asked respectfully and modestly, "Dare to ask Mr. Gao's name?"

"My surname is Gu."

"So it's Mr. Gu, by the way, this is the old dog Qian Pingde"

The two sides chatted politely for a while, and then sat down around the table.

At this time, Qian Pingzhi looked at Gu Ming intently, looking thoughtful, and then raised his hand to the lady, signaling her to go over.

"Sanggong, what's the matter? What's wrong?"

Qiao Niang stepped forward and asked with concern.

Qian Pingzhi lowered his voice and said: "Qiao Niang, you can find a chance to ask him if he is Gu Jieyuan later."

After all, he also participated in the provincial examination of Jinke, and in his memory, Gu Ming seems to be the only one who passed the exam, so he couldn't help but want to confirm his guess

Chapter 176 I'm really happy to hear...

After sitting down, the village head continued to talk to Gu Ming: "Actually, many people in the village were talking about this before.

It stands to reason that wind-cold is a relatively common disease, and it will pass if you are in good health.

However, more than 20 people in our village contracted wind and cold, and took a lot of medicine, but none of them got better, and the condition became worse and worse.

Older people can still understand, but there are many young and strong people among them.

For example, Pingzhi, although he is a scholar, but his body has always been very strong, and the result is like this. "

Gu Ming replied: "The disease needs to be treated with the right medicine. I don't know about other villagers, but as far as Pingzhi's symptoms are concerned, it is definitely not a cold."

"Then what happened to him?"

"To be precise, what he was infected with was the coldness!"

"Cold?"

The village chief couldn't help but exclaimed.

Qiao Niang's face was pale, and she asked tremblingly: "Mr. Gu, the yin and cold you mentioned, could it be that you mean evil spirits?"

Gu Ming nodded: "It can be understood in this way."

"What should I do?" Qiao Niang panicked.

"Don't be in a hurry, you need to find the source of this matter first, as long as you find the source and cut it off, then your family's husband's illness will be cured without treatment."

"Really?" Qiao Niang's eyes lit up, and then recalling her husband's previous order, she couldn't help asking: "Dare to ask if the young master is Gu Jieyuan?"

"Oh?"

Hearing this question, Gu Ming couldn't help squinting at Qian Pingzhi.

If one could guess his identity based on a single surname, it would be impossible for him to be Qiaoniang, but only Qian Pingzhi.

As expected, Qian Pingzhi was also looking at him at this time.

The two sides looked at each other, and Qian Pingzhi got up without knowing where the strength came from. He cupped his hands and saluted as he walked, "I didn't expect it was really Gu Jieyuan. I'm so rude."

"Master!"

Qiao Niang quickly ran forward with small steps to help her.

The concern is palpable and natural, which shows that the relationship between the husband and wife is still very deep.

"It's okay, Qiao Niang, for some reason, I suddenly feel much better."

Qian Pingzhi's pale face turned rosy with excitement, he spoke more quickly, and stopped coughing.

This, perhaps, is the power of faith.

For many low-level scholars, Gu Ming is a legend.

Just like when a person in the martial arts sees a legendary master, he must be excited and admired.