It’s not that everyone doesn’t know what Ma Zhou said.
But this feeling of not spending money is indeed hard-won, and everyone is a little reluctant to let this good benefit disappear one day.
But when he said this, everyone started talking.
Xie Zhongyuan was the first to frown, "That's true. The epidemic has been slow to come recently. I think this thing is indeed going to be gone soon."
"Yeah, this stuff tastes so sweet, but I don't know how to get it from now on."
"I'm afraid only the rich will be able to drink it from now on."
"well!"
Everyone sighed and took a deep breath. It was such a pity. What a pity.
But at this time, Gao Ziyang suddenly frowned, "But I seem to have heard that many aristocratic families do not take this kind of decoction. They just boil the previous decoction."
"Is there such a thing?"
When Gao Ziyang said this, King Luo Bin, Ma Zhou, and Xie Zhongyuan were all startled instinctively, "Isn't the decoction made by the Holy Commander bad? It tastes so sweet, and the Holy Commander's medical skills are second to none in the world, so Sun Simiao
The old gentleman also..."
Everyone found it a bit unbelievable, but Gao Ziyang just shrugged.
"But this is not something I can understand. I only heard about it when I was a tutor in a family."
"But... I think there is some truth to it. Among these rich families, everything is different from ordinary people. Maybe they think that something that everyone can drink is inferior, so they don't bother to drink it."
Gao Ziyang's words caused everyone to nod.
No one understands why he doesn't drink the decoction made by the Holy Commander.
But if you want to ask why you don’t take the same medicines as ordinary people to prevent epidemics, it’s easy to explain. After all, rich people have their own way of living.
This small episode did not cause any further discussion.
This day in Chang'an was also a peaceful and uneventful day...
The epidemic has not yet appeared.
…
The big house in the south of the city.
"The warehouse...the warehouse is not enough again?!"
Wang Jing's face turned pale.
It was really pale, paler than a corpse.
On the contrary, Wang Jing's eyes were bloodshot and red.
Tangled and bulging in the whites of the eyes, it is extremely scary.
His entire expression was like that of a thousand-year-old zombie, waiting for the butler in front of him.
With the master's face, the old housekeeper naturally trembled.
"Master, it's really not enough. Recently, there are oranges and peaches. A few days ago, it turned into pears, and recently it turned into grapes..."
"Here comes someone."
Wang Jing suddenly interrupted the old housekeeper.
Several dead warrior servants gathered over immediately.
"master!"
"master!"
"master!"
"Pull this man down and give him a beating."
"Yes! Master!"
"Oh, sir, I..."
"Come with me!"
The old housekeeper was dragged away by several servants with a confused look on his face.
Then the yard became quiet.
Wang Jing then closed his eyes and took a deep breath...
Then he opened his eyes, his entire face became even paler, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes became even more ferocious.
The people around him, Cui Baihe, Lu Changgeng, etc... were not much better either.
Deep inside the Wang family mansion, it seemed like a zombie convention was being held.
Everyone has a zombie-like pale face!
silence.
silence.
silence……
After a long time, Li Tiancheng raised his head in confusion and looked at Wang Jing.
"Brother Wang..."
"This recent epidemic...why...why hasn't it..."
Li Tiancheng spoke like a horn, and then others also spoke and looked at Wang Jing aside.
"Brother Wang, is this recent epidemic...will it never come back again?"
"Yes, Brother Wang, recently this... this..."
"We have already... hoarded..."
Faced with the pleading and questioning looks of everyone.
Wang Jing's whole face looked dull.
The nose, mouth, eyes... were all motionless, like a real mummy.
After everyone asked for a long time...
Wang Jingcai faintly noticed that everyone seemed to be asking himself.
"Everyone, what's wrong?"
"Brother Wang, what exactly is this epidemic..."
"Oh, about the epidemic..." Wang Dingding nodded, understanding, that's what everyone was asking about.
Can……
Wang Jing really didn't know how to answer.
Damn, I've been feeling numb lately too.
As the steward said, he has purchased a large number of oranges, peaches, and pears, and now he is purchasing grapes.
But……
But the epidemic that was promised never came!
This is absolutely infuriating!
If the special disease doesn't come, then won't all these fruits have to be smashed into our hands?
It's over, it's over!
Wang Jing just wanted to cry.
If he didn't really want to cry, he wouldn't have asked his servants to take the old housekeeper out and beat him up.
I'm so pitiful, sir, and you're here to expose the scars!
It's so rude!
Facing the questioning from everyone, Wang Jing was completely at a loss as to how to speak.
This time, I’m afraid my fifth surname is Qiwang...
Seeing that Wang Jing was reluctant to speak.
Cui Baihe, Li Tiancheng, Lu Changgeng, and Zheng Taishan gradually... all understood.
Damn, this so-called epidemic...
Sure enough, I don’t plan to come!
The entire mansion in the south of the city collapsed!
"Forefathers and ancestors, it's not the child Wang Jing who is unfilial, it's the foolish king Li Er and the demon Li Shengyou who are as high as ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
But in the midst of this collapse, Pei Ji, who had never dared to say anything, suddenly spoke.
"Uh... everyone, in fact, the matter may not be as serious as everyone thinks."
"Although these fruits are indeed worthless, but...but didn't we also stock up on a batch of medicinal materials?"
Pei Ji continued, "Most of these medicinal materials have been dried in the sun and air, and will not spoil easily like fruits..."
