Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

The one who was speaking was Xiao Qianshen, King of Nanling, the younger brother of the current official family, who was quite famous back then, but he was born too low in the ranking, and several older brothers swarmed up to divide up the resources of the court, and nothing good was left behind.Xiao Qianshen, who had been sitting on the title of a prince for nothing, probably figured it out, and his behavior became more and more absurd. He played cockfights, gambled with dogs, took care of young men, slept with actors, ate, drank, prostituted, and gambled.

Fortunately, the King of Nanling has no other skills, but he has the ability to entertain his relatives in colorful clothes in front of the Queen Mother. He hugged the Queen Mother's thigh and howled so loudly. Smiling helplessly.

Yueniang groaned, and with a flick of her head, she shook off Xiao Qianshen's hand.

"The court molested my little sister-in-law in public. It's not good." Although I cried just now, the makeup on my face was a bit crippled, but after living in the public for a long time, the aura was shown, and the title of the enchanting concubine was worthy of her name. on the.

"Ah——I thought my sister-in-law dismissed her servants just for the convenience of Shenxing," Nanling King stroked his slightly stubbled chin, showing a meaningful smile.

The next move didn't wait for Yueniang to see it clearly, it seemed to be a move of the dragon's grasping hand, but the posture was very obscene, as soon as she saw it, she attacked her chest.Yueniang was startled, her body had already reacted and she leaned back.Originally, she dodged the dragon's claw by leaning back, but she forgot to feed the fish and leaned against the railing, and fell into the lotus pond with a plop.

In the long corridor, Xiao Qian smiled deeply, "Sister-in-law, now that sister-in-law is drowning, can I help her?" Yan Bizhen stretched out his hand.

The imperial concubine Chen, who was the most favored in the harem, was so embarrassed, she was drenched all over, with half a lotus leaf on top of her head, her hair was wet and loose, like a defeated little hen, panting there alone.

She stood up on her own, ignoring the thin summer dress, revealing a soft and charming body curve, and without looking at Xiao Qianshen, she climbed up the railing sideways by herself, leaving a line of wet watermarks where she passed.

Xiao Qian rubbed his chin deeply, looked at Concubine Chen's back and said to himself, "It's such a good skill, it's a pity..."

But Song Mingzhe said that Song Mingzhe was in danger in the former Wuming Village. He had good eyesight and good luck. He grabbed a piece of driftwood and went down the river. When he encountered the shallow water of the bay, he struggled to climb up.He was a handsome and neat boy before leaving Beijing, but now he is not much better than a beggar.Not to mention his disheveled face, disheveled clothes, yellow and thin face, Song Mingzhe doubted that the little prince would not be able to recognize himself now that he was face to face with Xiao Yuchun.

Xifeng, Xifeng might be able to recognize him. It's not about the depth of his relationship. It's because Xifeng, as a professional bodyguard and thug, doesn't look at people's faces. His body shape, his steps, his arms and his posture, which one is not an obvious personal characteristic? ah.

Song Mingzhe grinned, smiled bitterly and walked towards Yongping City with a wooden stick.

Yongping is the only way to enter the frontier fortress. The business has always been developed, the transportation is convenient, the surrounding army is stationed, and the facilities are complete. The first reaction of Song Mingzhe who was hit by the disaster was to take a slight detour, and go to Yongping first.

Guards stationed at the gate of the city came forward to check early on, probably because there were too many victims of the disaster recently, Song Mingzhe was searched from top to bottom, and was easily released into the city without a weapon.

Song Mingzhe walked in the dark city gate, a little light appeared in front of his eyes, he thought he would see the bustling commercial street, he could find a medical clinic to help him, take a bath, change into clean clothes, and have a full meal.But what caught his eyes was not at all what he had imagined.

Few of the merchants on both sides were open, and most of them were closed. Pedestrians gathered together in small groups. Seeing Song Mingzhe's appearance as a refugee, they turned sideways to avoid it.

Several question marks flashed on Song Mingzhe's head. He said that Yongping people are willing to do good things. Did he go to the wrong place?

Song Mingzhe walked forward, feeling that there seemed to be eyes watching him from the closed doors on both sides.Song Mingzhe found a public water point with great difficulty. After pressing for a long time, he took half a pool of clean water and washed off the mud on his face, revealing a white and lovable niche.

The appearance of washing hands and face is much better than that of begging Hanako, and I met a kind old mother within two steps.

"It's so delicious..." Song Mingzhe drank three bowls of millet porridge, almost bursting his belly.

Grandmother smiled and grinded soybeans by hand, "My son is about your age. He is not at home these two days, so he can eat like this."

Song Mingzhe rubbed his swollen belly, thinking about what he should do to pay back the food expenses, carrying water?chop wood?Or is it more realistic to help grind soybeans?

Just as he was talking, a skinny black-skinned boy rushed in sweating, "Mom, look what I brought back."

What he held in his hand was half a bag of white noodles. The officials talked about prosperity every day, but white noodles were still a precious food for ordinary people.The black-skinned boy looked at Song Mingzhe vigilantly. Song Mingzhe squeezed out a smile, put his fingers together, and said hello, "Hi——"

"Who are you?" The boy hid the white flour bag behind his back, and his grandma put down the stone mill in her hand, and stood up to explain, "The villages below were flooded, and this boy came here from famine and said he was helping our family." I've been busy for a few days, so it's food, and you keep saying that there are not enough people to do things outside, so it's good for him to help you."

The boy's name was Sun Hao, and his nickname was Haozi. This Sun Hao looked Song Mingzhe up, down, left, and right. Song Mingzhe silently rolled up his sleeves, revealing a delicate tattoo on one arm.In the previous life, when people doubted their identity, they always showed their ID card, doctor's license, and the nameplate of the hospital again. Has it been reduced to the level of beauty now?Song Mingzhe took a moment to reflect on himself.

The young man reluctantly snorted, "Come and help tomorrow, if it's a waste of help, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?" After speaking, he lit up his little fist.

Facing the threat of children several years younger than himself, Song Mingzhe kept nodding his head. He who knows current affairs is a hero. Song Mingzhe has maintained this fine character for many years.

At the last ray of light in the sky, grandma, reluctant to waste lamp oil, sat by the window and squinted her eyes to mend her son's clothes.

"Auntie, I don't think the atmosphere on the street outside is quite right. What happened here?" Song Mingzhe asked, and his mother slapped his thigh, "This world is in chaos. They robbed big families and ransacked all the good shops, saying that those small shop owners had broken their consciences and watched the victims starve and refused to save them, so they deserved to go to the [-]th level of tongue-pulling hell.”

"Actually, the neighbors have lived in the neighborhood for so many years, and everyone is earning a living from a small business. No one dares to open the door like now, and the tofu they sell is only dared to be sold to acquaintances." Probably because these complaints have been held back for too long, Sun Mother stopped what she was doing, and thought about it for a long time.

Song Mingzhe was about to speak when Sun Hao coughed heavily, "Mother, how can you think so, the rice, cotton and silk worn by those rich families are not from our lower class, why should we We can't eat the rice we grow, but it happens to be in someone else's dog's belly!"

The son got older and had her own idea, so the grandma flinched, changed the subject, and gestured to her son with the clothes in her hand, "You are much taller than last year, it's troublesome to change last year's clothes, alas , come closer, I'll take another look."

Song Mingzhe looked at the young boy's dark face blushing with embarrassment just now, and the casual interaction between the mother and son under the window reminded him of his aunt who was far away in the capital.

"I'll help soak the soybeans." He found an excuse and almost ran away.

"Excuse me, how do you sell this dry goods?" Qin Shi, who was carrying a vegetable basket, pointed to the dried goods in the shop and asked, the new helper didn't even look up, and reported a number that Qin couldn't believe, "How much? "Qin's mouth was wide open, and she muttered, "We are regular customers here, and the dried goods were not so expensive before, could it be a mistake?"

The little guy checked the draft in his hand, pointed to the ham hanging on the wall, "These are all high-quality goods from the south, and they have always been at this price. Our house is different from other shoddy shops. , You get what you pay for, you are a regular customer and you must know."

Qin Shi touched her purse embarrassingly, and was about to turn around and leave.

The shopkeeper knocked the guy on the head with an abacus, "Isn't this Second Aunt Song? The new guy doesn't know how to behave. Old man Song has been treating our fellow villagers for so many years. We can't treat you so badly now, come on!" Come on, the one on the front is for a reason, I have a bigger one here, but it doesn’t look good, I’ll sell it to you at a cheap price, it’s rare that Ganbao likes to eat it.”

Qin's face was like the sun in winter, warming up all of a sudden.

After a while, the shopkeeper took out an obviously large ham from the back kitchen, and in the midst of Qin's gratitude, he just stuffed it into her basket, meaning to charge a little money.

After Mrs. Qin left, the clerk touched the small bag he just got on the back of his head, and asked the shopkeeper puzzled.

"Didn't you say you kept the big one as a gift? Did you just cut the slit on the top? You can't even earn back the mouthwatering fee at this price."

The shopkeeper rewarded the buddy with some hairy chestnuts, "There is no hair on your mouth, so you can't do things well, right? Hurry up and write down the account. In the future, when the Song family from Baicaotang comes to buy things, if you want to charge some money, there will naturally be some money every quarter." The nobleman came to settle the bill."

The man showed a clear look in his eyes, "I understand, a nobleman said hello, we are here to take care of the Song family, right?"

The shopkeeper filled himself with green tea, and took a breath of the fragrance in the air when he was intoxicated, "So don't hurry up and write it down, and remember it at the price of the top-quality goods."

The clerk joyfully wrote down the date content in the notebook seriously, then suddenly hesitated again, "Shopkeeper, I still have something I don't understand, since we will write down the price casually, there is no need for you to give her the best, anyway, the nobleman will pay her the best." Unrecognizable."

The shopkeeper almost poured hot tea on the clerk's head, "It's only been two days since I learned this, and I haven't realized how honest and honest I am, and I'm too quick to think about it, thanks to your father and I, I promise you that you will Willing to study hard," the shopkeeper raised his foot and kicked the guy's butt, "Do you know how many people in this street have headaches and brain fevers that were cured by Old Man Song?"

"It's true that people in business love money, but we can't fall into the eyes of money."

Song Mingzhe followed Haozi and walked around the city to an open space in front of a rich family. Two or three wooden stakes were erected on the ground, and two unkempt people were tied to the wooden stakes. The first one was a man with a round face.There are groups of people around, not likely to be victims of disasters, and they are fairly neatly dressed.

Haozi took the lead, grabbed the man by the hair, and slapped him on the face. "It's a pity that you are still known as a Ma Shanren, and there is still food hidden in the house that will not be given to us. I think you are kind-hearted and dark-hearted!"

The round-faced man was haggard and was spat on, but he didn't respond, only his eyelids moved, showing that he was actually a living person.

Then everyone stepped forward, vying to be the first to express their opinions, and condemned Ma Shanren for his daily evil deeds, from the too thin porridge he gave to the poor in winter, to the fact that he ate a chicken for three days, and to the fact that there were people begging outside his house every day. Forcibly drive people away instead of entertaining them with food and drink.

Those who went up to finish speaking were particularly active and stood on the other side to receive some white flour steamed buns.

Song Mingzhe didn't step forward to insult Ma Shanren, but walked into the steamed bun line without stopping, "Who did you come with, and do you understand the rules? You want steamed buns without any effort?"

The man who made the steamed buns was young, with slender eyebrows and eyes, and a slightly curled mouth with a standard mean expression.

Song Mingzhe moved his mouth, just about to say that I don't want steamed buns, but before he moved, Haozi opened his mouth.

"This is my brother. It's the first time I've come here today. I can't let go. I'll see the scene in a few days." With a steamed bun in one hand, he worked on both sides, with his mouth full.

The man who handed out the steamed buns looked at Song Mingzhe in disgust, picked out the smallest steamed bun, and threw it into Song Mingzhe's arms.

Song Mingzhe took the steamed bun and walked to Haozi's side. "What are you doing? Is there no one to stop it?"

Haozi raised half of his eyebrows, "Don't you know that there are activities in every disaster year? Where are the country people!" He threw a contemptuous expression.

Song Mingzhe was stunned for a moment, and lost his voice, "Is there no one in the government, is there no law for the king?"

Haozi laughed when he heard the last sentence, and a lot of crumbs of steamed buns spewed out of his mouth, "Wang Fa, Lao Tzu is Wang Fa. If the poor don't eat the rich, they go to grab the government and the army. In comparison, which one is an official?" I'm willing to take care of our mess, I said you hurry up and eat, we will go to the next one after eating, catch up with a few more games today, and go back to help my mother grind tofu."

Song Mingzhe took a small bite of the white flour steamed bun. He hadn't eaten the soft and soft steamed bun for a long time, but he never knew that there was a bloody smell in the steamed bun.