Several people came towards me with a grim look on their faces. Tiezhu shut up and said, "Ali, I told you a few times ago. I said that there are many foreign dead soldiers in the capital, and they want to go out to chop people."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Well, I remember."

"Didn't I checked it later? It was a few tall and powerful Lianjiazi. They also took away many storytellers, two of whom did not come back. One was Mr. Cheng from Hu Fangzhai. The old man Cheng was found dead outside the city a few days later. He died suddenly, but it was a tragic. I had guessed at the beginning that I said Mr. Cheng must have been killed. I was right."

"Where is the government?" Xia Zhaoyi said, "Have the government officials investigated?"

"There are so many people dying every day now, and the government is simply too busy. You don't know how chaotic the world is now." Tiezhu said.

Xia Zhaoyi closed his eyebrows, nodded, and stopped talking.

After a silent formation, Tiezhu looked at Xia Zhaoyi carefully and said, "Ali, will this news from me... be useful to you?"

"Hmm?" Xia Zhaoyi turned around.

Tiezhu smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, and reached out to touch his stomach.

Xia Zhaoyi knew it and took out a penny and put it in his bowl: "Give it."

One ounce of silver is a bit heavy, and it makes a very light collision with the broken bowl.

Tiezhu was stunned, looked down at the broken silver in the broken bowl, and then raised his head: "Ah, Ah Li, there are too many."

"I told you before that autumn and winter are not easy. You can buy a piece of clothing," said Xia Zhaoyi. "Your news is very useful."

Tiezhu nodded, carefully put the broken silver away, and couldn't help looking at Xia Zhaoyi again.

The girl walked slowly beside him, as if thinking about something.

The weather is not very good today, there is no sun, it is covered with clouds, but the sky is still bright, just a bit boring.

Under such a skylight, the girl's face looked extremely white and tender, and she could reflect lightly. She walked in the crowd so proudly. Tiezhu thought she was actually very eye-catching, but she was relatively young.

Tiezhu withdrew his gaze and suddenly felt a little unable to raise his head.

He grew up on the street and just had a good meal. He never brought his face, but now he felt a strange feeling.

This feeling is called inferiority complex.

I gave so much money this time. The current currency is equal to one hundred cents, and the little girl gave him so much directly.

Since he was young, there were people there who would be so generous and easy to live with him.

Tiezhu felt his lips dry, so he licked it and looked at Xia Zhaoyi.

He rarely asks her back, such as why he knows so much news. He knows a lot of things to ask, and shuts up if he can shut up, but now Tiezhu can't help it.

"Well, Ali, your clothes don't seem to be very good. I think you are not a child from a poor family..."

The girl was a little confused when she thought about things, and she said casually: "Just be warm. I have to go to many places every day, and good clothes are not very practical for me."

"Oh," Tiezhu replied, and said again, "Ali, where do I go if I want to find you in the future? I have had several news before, but now I have forgotten what I want to say."

"Yes," Xia Zhaoyi thought for a while and stopped the trail, "So, Tiezhu, please do me a favor."

"Hmm?" Tiezhu's eyes lit up, "You said, Ali, why are you busy?"

Xia Zhaoyi looked around and saw the man who wrote not far away, and said, "Come."

Tiezhu followed.

There were many people coming to write letters, and six or seven were in line.

Although the writers write quickly, they read slowly, and some people stop to think about it.

Xia Zhaoyi took the iron pillar over and said, "Little guest, are you writing a letter?"

"Borrow paper and pen." Xia Zhaoyi said, putting a few copper plates on the stall, looking at the other calligraphy and paintings on his shop.

Seeing that she seemed to have read a book, the writer nodded and handed over the extra pen and ink.

Tiezhu followed her. Although he saw many such writing stalls on the street, he rarely came here. Now he came here, and found it very novel and fun.

The people in front of the stall were still chanting the message, very slowly, the writer wrote in a stroke and turned his eyes to look at the girl next to him.

The girl seemed to be writing a prescription. The writer looked at her handwriting and was gradually stunned. Why did she think something was wrong?

He was stunned. Why did the little girl's word exactly the same as his?

The writer looked back at his words and looked at her again.

"Hey, hey!" The guest in front of him was displeased and raised his hand to knock on the table.

The writer came back to his senses and said embarrassedly: "I didn't hear it clearly just now, please read it again..."

"alright."

The girl then lifted the pen and blew the ink on it. After drying a little, she thanked the man who wrote and took the little beggar away.

The writer raised his eyes and looked at her, thinking that it was amazing.

"Give it." Xia Zhaoyi handed the new prescription to Tiezhu.

Tiezhu took it and looked at the words above. Except for one, two, three, four, five, he only knew "white" and "shan".

"Did you ask me to help you get medicine?" Tiezhu said with his head raised.

"I can't catch it," Xia Zhaoyi stopped and said, "How is your memory?"

"Just sloppy."

"Then you bring a companion to help you remember," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the prescription in his hand and said, "This prescription is for severe cardiovascular disease. The medicinal materials on it will definitely make them refuse you. Just stand by a stop next to you, pretending to be more anxious and write down their conversations with others, and how much can you listen to, the key is the number of medicinal materials mentioned."

"Okay." Tiezhu nodded in a vague way and said, "Which pharmacy should I go to?"

"I want any pharmacy shop, and there are several big pharmacies in Beijing. I only went to Ping'an Hall and Baohe Hall, and I didn't have time to go there."

"Well, then where will I go to find you then?"

Xia Zhaoyi thought for a while and said, "Do you know Qiluyuan? It is a book shop in Qiliqiao on Huiyang Street."

"I know, are you going there to wait for you tonight?"

"I have something tonight, tomorrow, tomorrow."

"Oh..." Tiezhu nodded and folded the prescription.

There was a noise in the distance. Xia Zhaoyi and Tiezhu looked up and the crowd gave way to both sides. A team of patrol cavalry and snatch guards ran towards him, and the speed was very fast.

Seeing them passing by, Tiezhu said lightly: "It's really panic now."

"Yes." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"A lot of people die every day, and I don't know when it's our turn."

Xia Zhaoyi paused slightly, looked at him, and smiled: "I'm going to work hard, so be careful."

"Um."

"See you tomorrow." Xia Zhaoyi said, then turned around and left.

Tiezhu lowered his head and looked at the prescription in his hand, then looked up at the girl's figure.

If I remember correctly, she just said that she had something to do tonight.
Chapter completed!