When Wei Keng returned to Niucha'ao, most of his original joyful mood was extinguished. He packed up the remains of the old man in a taciturn manner, silently left the place where he grew up in his childhood, and began his journey to become a monk. This parting left no worries.
A month later, a hundred miles away, a translucent child dressed in commoner clothes came to the gate of a city.
This is the imperial county seat of the Great Zong Dynasty. The city wall is forty meters high. On the layers of bricks and tiles, you can see the lines of different era names.
This county burns a batch of bricks every year, and when the city wall needs to be repaired, they are put on top. Since then, the inscriptions on the bricks have given the city wall a sense of age.
In this world where "immortal cultivation" exists, Wei Keng does not know the specific authority of the dynasty. But what is certain is that a certain order can be maintained in the human cities designated by these dynasties.
If it were a disaster that killed the whole city once every few hundred years, then the role of the dynasty would be non-existent.
Only certain deterrence can guarantee the safety of one party.
Even if this dynasty does not have any local governance, the county government still represents local authority, and all the major local families must give the dynasty a face.
At the gate of the city, Wei Keng, who looked like a young boy, presented the gatekeepers with a pot of wine from the mountain and thirty pieces of money, and begged: "I live in Nanling, and I was attacked by a gangster on the way. Now my family is ruined, so I have to flee to the city."
I was taken in by relatives here, you see..."
The soldiers weighed the eldest son in their hands and said to Wei Keng: "Xiao Yazi, it's not that easy to get around in the city. Don't do anything like stealing, otherwise I won't care about your feelings." (This sentence is roughly the same.
It’s to threaten Wei Keng not to commit any crimes.)
About three days later, Wei Keng finally found a place to stay in the city, which was the back hall of a drug store.
This is a technical activity in ancient times, oh, it is also in modern times.
Wei Keng: Didn’t you see that in modern times, after the decline of the American imperial industry, there were only two high-end professions left, "doctors and lawyers", both of which required research and long verification before they could make money every day.
Of course, it is impossible for an outsider to get such a lucrative job without anyone introducing it.
Mr. Wei felt that it was not safe to kneel down and beg to be a disciple, or it could be said that he did not dare to come to ask for help because of social fear.
After Wei Keng determined many functions from the system, he went directly to some clerks in the pharmacy and used money to buy the dregs of medicine.
In the process of mixing and boiling these medicinal residues, the medicinal properties have been almost used up, and some toxicity has also been produced. However, after careful analysis by the system and precise quantitative grinding, a little medicinal effect can still be exerted.
Oh, the premise is data analysis.
As a result, Wei Keng began to work as a scalper in the city, taking medicinal powder ground with stone chisels and selling it to fortune tellers on the street to prepare talisman water! Or he used glue boiled from dog skin to make plasters to treat poisonous insect bites.
, ailments caused by "cold and heat in internal organs".
In this city, not everyone can afford to see a doctor. Although doctors are kind, their energy cannot be consumed by everyone.
Wei Keng sold a batch of medicinal powder and found it to be effective.
I intentionally or unintentionally squatted outside the pharmacy. When I saw the poor man lingering at the door of the pharmacy, I walked over and asked in a mysterious tone: "Do you need medicinal powder? It comes from the pharmacy. It is cheap. If it can't be cured, it's free."
Since I was a little kid, this kind of recommendation was not considered reliable. But I was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, and I saw that the packaging paper of the takeaway products was the one marked by the pharmacy, so I believed this scalper.
Of course, as a scalper, you will also look at people, whether they have minor illnesses, weak illnesses, serious illnesses, or emergencies. Of course, if you are in an urgent need to beg for yourself, you can at most sprinkle on one or two medicines, and then leave without charging a penny.
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…Of course, the ancients were also aware of copyright…
A month later, in the pharmacy, an old man took a "pill" and opened it. Then there was a pungent taste, but then there was some sweetness. This was a "Qingdu Powder".
The old man looked at the pharmacy boy who was being carried out and Wei Keng who was caught in the act. He glanced at his medicine boy with a stern look and said coldly: "Fifteen prototypes." As soon as he finished speaking, the medicine boy said something.
He was trembling, but he was quickly pulled aside by the waiter so that he could be beaten. He soon screamed and started playing in the next room.
When Wei Keng saw the beaten drug boy, he complained in his heart: "The wealth is not leaked, you are so showy, it would be strange if you are not found."
Soon it was Wei Keng's turn. To be honest, Wei Keng's internal energy was strong now. The old man Chen in the pharmacy could tell it at a glance. After pondering for a moment, he began to question: "You stole my Shencaotang's
Name. What do you want to do by showing off and cheating?"
Wei Keng cupped his hands and said: "Sir, this is really a bad idea on my part. I came to Chushan City without any relatives. I want to beg for a job and a place to live. I really don't mean to offend you."
Having said this, Wei Keng paused and noticed that a stream of smoke was coming from the incense candle on the left, drifting towards his nose. He immediately waved his hand and the stream of smoke dispersed directly.
The old man in the medicine hall stared at the children in the hall, wondering what the purpose of this was. According to his plan, he would poison him first, but Wei Keng's judgment on pharmacology and toxicology exceeded his expectation.
In the arena, the most important ones are "old people, children, Taoist priests, and nuns." So he took out the dregs of medicine and said: "The medicine you prepared can restrain the toxicity of each other, but the dregs of the medicine can be left."
The three-thirds of medicinal power can be released, which school do you follow?"
After Wei Keng paused, he took out a medicinal book, which he found from the evil cultivator. Then he handed it to the pharmacist with both hands: "I am an Orion, and I accidentally saved a strange man."
, this book was left by a strange man. I dedicate it to you, sir, to apologize for the previous offense."
Narrator: This was copied by Wei Keng later. For every book written by the evil cultivator, Wei Keng made sure that the papers were burnt and that there were no hidden layers or super secret books.
The old man looked at the book, and his eyes lit up, but he was still careful. There were many strange poisons in the world hidden in the martial arts secret books. He immediately picked up the medicine shovel, shoveled the book, then opened it with a flick of his sleeves, and saw
After reading the contents of the medicine book, he nodded slightly. This is indeed a detailed medicine book. Of course, there are unique methods for measuring the ratio of medicinal properties. For example, taste, smell, and touch. What conditions must be prepared in advance?
Just taste it in your mouth. Warm water, ice water, and hot water are different, and the medicinal taste is different.
The old man looked at Wei Keng: "I will accept this book," and then said to the eldest disciple: "Give him ten taels of silver."
Wei Keng: "Sir, can you?"
The old man refused and said: "This medicine shop does not accept people." Just kidding, Wei Keng's origin is so mysterious, and his methods are so weird, it is impossible for him to be admitted to a core area like a medicine shop.
However, this way the old rivers and lakes would not be completely blocked. After taking the medicine book, he would send away ten taels of silver, which would make it easy to make enemies. So, after the old doctor walked away, the chief disciple of the medicine shop, a middle-aged man,
The young man stepped forward and said, "My little friend is skilled in dispensing medicine, which is really rare. I have a business here that can accommodate you."
Wei Keng paused, confirmed the situation, and nodded. In this classical era, every corner of the city is intricately connected. As an outsider who wants to break in, he must upgrade step by step. Some processes cannot be skipped.
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However, it is better to have a legitimate income than nothing. As Wei Keng nodded in agreement, after listening to this recommendation, he paused and thought to himself: "Is this a legitimate income?"
…For foreigners to work, unless they have real skills, they will be humbled if they leave their hometown.…
In addition to the Shancheng County Government Prison, the chief apprentice from the pharmacy led the way down the damp stone steps and said to the jailer: "I'm looking for Lao Wu." When the jailer heard the name, there was obviously a look of fear on his face, and he seemed to be pointing at
Like the toilet, it points to the innermost room.
Wei Keng saw the person he was looking for. He was a sinister person. After looking Wei Keng up and down, his eyes stabbed Wei Keng up and down several times like a knife. This guy is the county's Wu Zuo, oh,
That is, the autopsy examiner, the ancient forensic doctor.
Of course, this is a marginalized person in the county government. It is a person who is indispensable but has a very low status. It is referred to as a "urinal" occupation.
Mr. Wei looked at the environment of this big cell and thought for a while: "I did it." He paused in his heart and sighed: "Life is forcing me, life is forcing me."
However, after seeing Wei Keng agree, Wu Zuo showed a shabby smile and a mouth full of crooked teeth. This was a joke on this "little boy with red face and white teeth". When Wei Keng saw this smile, he also smiled
, silver light flew from his fingertips, and with a buzz, a steel needle shot out and hit the wooden fence in the cell.
At this time, both the top disciple of the pharmacy who came here with Wei Keng and Wu Zuo, who was called Lao Wu, all had a look of surprise on their faces.
Wei Keng took out the ingot of silver given to him by the pharmacy, and lightly divided the silver with his fingertips into two sections. Wei Keng took back half of it, then held up half of it and said to Wu Zuo: "Master Wu, this is
This is the boy's prayer. I hope Master will take good care of you in the future."
Wu Zuo took the silver, took a look at it, exhaled and said, "It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk. There are many ghosts here, but you are the only one left behind."
The next day, Wei Keng took the quilt and moved in. However, the place was indeed filthy, and the spiritual energy field was sparse and disordered.
