When the song ends and everyone disperses, the study returns to tranquility.
The fat shopkeeper raised his hand and tapped Zhan Feiyu's forehead twice, "Don't say you didn't understand the hint I gave you. Why are you getting involved?"
Although Zhan Feiyu had a talent for reading, he had only been in school for less than half a year and was from a poor family. Zhang Tianhao was the only son of Zhang Xiucai, a private school student in Hongyuan.
Zhang Xiucai was not only a voice in the government and county academic circles, but also had a close relationship with the merchants and wealthy households. In the future, if Zhan Feiyu had to take the imperial examination, Zhang Xiucai would be in trouble if he messed up.
"Mei Tongsheng did not tear up the book, I just told the truth." Zhan Feiyu grinned, showing his small white teeth, looking innocent.
The fat shopkeeper glared angrily, pretending to hit someone.
Zhan Feiyu giggled and took two steps forward, took out the money from his wallet and slapped it on the counter, "If the paper is cheaper today, I will satisfy your curiosity!"
The fat shopkeeper has been running Wenxing Study School for many years. He just didn't think about it, but now he understood it. He pointed at Zhan Feiyu with a smile, "Master Lin has accepted a good disciple."
Although it was an old grudge, the fat shopkeeper remembered that Zhang Xiucai used tricks to force Master Lin away so that he could not open a private school in the county.
Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words. Zhan Feiyu smiled silently. She originally planned to read in the study. When she glanced at the door with her peripheral vision, she saw an old woman in ragged clothes huddled outside the study door. At first glance,
Like an old woman begging.
"Grandpa shopkeeper, I won't read today. I'm going to buy some silk flowers and snacks." As soon as Zhan Feiyu said these joking words, the fat shopkeeper laughed and shook his head.
The things on South Street are of high quality and low price. The bluestone streets are lined with small stalls selling food and supplies. The vendors are shouting enthusiastically, and it is very lively with people coming and going.
Zhan Feiyu came out of the study with a knife of jute paper in his arms. The old woman immediately stood up straight, looked at it with squinted eyes, and then staggered forward a few steps with a cane.
"Hey, look at the road!" The passerby who was almost knocked down by the old woman said dissatisfiedly, but when he saw her dirty look, he stepped aside thinking that he was unlucky.
"Little girl." The old woman raised her head, with a vicissitudes of face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please do me a favor and give me a hand."
As she finished speaking, the old woman leaned towards Zhan Feiyu, and the crutch in her left hand fell to the ground. Her hands like dry bark frantically grabbed Zhan Feiyu, as if trying to stabilize her body.
"Your old crutch." Zhan Feiyu suddenly squatted down, avoided the old woman's clawing hands, picked up the crutch and moved it forward, and the top handle of the crutch hit the old woman's Tanzhong point hard.
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Tanzhong point is located on the front midline of the human body, between the two ribs. If it is hit by gravity, it will cause panic and confusion.
"Old man, what's wrong with you?" Zhan Feiyu quickly supported the old woman who was groaning in pain, but her short body could not support an adult at all.
The moment the old woman fell to the ground, Zhan Feiyu hugged her head, making people think that she was preventing the old woman's head from hitting the bluestone.
His dark eyes were calm, even indifferent, Zhan Feiyu took action again, quickly hitting the old woman's Shenting point, causing the person to faint.
"Ah, someone is dead!"
"Go to the Yamen quickly!"
The fat shopkeeper heard the noise outside and walked out quickly.
Seeing the old woman who was unconscious next to Zhan Feiyu, the fat shopkeeper frowned and said, "You're a little girl, get out of the way. Please bring someone strong to help send the person to the hospital. I'll pay for the consultation."
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Although the old woman's clothes were shabby and her body exuded a foul odor, she looked just like a beggar woman.
But saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. As soon as the fat shopkeeper shouted, two men immediately came forward to help carry the person and went straight to the hospital.
The old doctor and the fat shopkeeper of Huichun Hall are also familiar with her. They were originally worried that the old woman had some serious illness, but a pulse showed nothing serious. "It's not a serious matter because of physical weakness caused by overwork and hunger."
"That's good, he just passed out at my door." The fat shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhan Feiyu who was in a daze and said with a smile: "Are you scared?"
"Doctor, thanks to the kindness of the little girl, I would have fallen to the ground otherwise." The helper took the words and noticed that this old woman smelled so bad that passers-by avoided her. If she had fallen to the stone road, she would be in trouble.
It's definitely a bloody blow.
The old doctor looked familiar to Zhan Feiyu, but he didn't expect that it was the little girl who came to the hospital a few days ago to get a plaster for reducing swelling and blood stasis. He said to the little medicine boy: "Xiao Zhu, go and make some medicine."
"Yes, master." The little medicine boy hurried to the backyard.
The old doctor looked at the fat shopkeeper who was about to give some money and waved his hand, "Just a few pairs of cheap herbs. The body is so depleted that it only takes a year or two."
In the final analysis, it is just that the body is exhausted. If you are a wealthy person and take good tonics to warm up, you may still have ten or twenty years of life. But looking at the skinny and thin appearance of the old woman, the old doctor can help.
That is to say, grab a few medicines that treat the symptoms but not the root cause.
"This medical clinic of yours is no better than my study. You also need to raise a little medicine boy. Take it." The fat shopkeeper forced a tael of silver into the hospital.
The medicines prescribed by the old doctor were cheap. When he met poor people, he not only did not charge for consultation, but also subsidized herbal remedies. He used to support Hui Chun Tang alone, but now that he is older, he has bought a little medicine boy, and the expenses have also increased.
"Grandpa shopkeeper, I'll stay and take care of you." Zhan Feiyu said, looking worried about the old woman who was still awake.
The fat shopkeeper hesitated and nodded, "Okay, you can stay."
Xiaoyu first saved the person, then accompanied him to the hospital, and then helped to take care of him a little. This good reputation spread, and it would be beneficial to him in the future, whether he was studying for the imperial examination or getting married.
At noon.
"The shopkeeper of Wenxing Study is really a kind man. He paid for all the medical expenses." Passers-by loudly praised the fat shopkeeper for his kind deeds.
"That little girl is also kind. If she hadn't supported the beggar woman, she would have suffered a bloody head when she fell to the ground. She might have died on the spot."
Some passers-by who didn't know what happened asked curiously, and everyone started talking about it.
"The blind woman is of no use at all!" Zhan Laoer, who was sitting at the tea stall with a gloomy face, raised his head and drank down half a cup of bitter and strong tea.
Fortunately, he had made preparations! Zhan Laoer touched the paper bag placed close to his chest, hiding the fierce look in his eyes, and said to the aunt at the wonton stall next to him: "Sister Feng, cook me two bowls of wontons.
take away."
"Okay, just wait a moment." Aunt Feng quickly started cooking the wontons.
Zhan Laoer works at the pier delivering goods, and people come to South Street to eat every once in a while, so they are all familiar with each other.
In Huichun Hall, the little medicine boy fed the cooked medicine to the old woman and came out with an empty bowl, "Master, I have drunk the medicine and I am still a little confused. What should we eat for lunch?"
"I just want to eat it." The old doctor smiled and looked at the greedy little medicine boy, thinking that the Zhanfei fish was still there, "Go and cook some plain noodles, and lay down three eggs."
The old woman just drank the medicine and had to wait half an hour before eating.
"I know, Master." The little medicine boy rushed into the backyard kitchen to cook noodles, while Zhan Laoer entered the door of Huichun Hall at the same time.
"Doctor, there was a little girl who brought a fallen woman to the hospital. Is she still there? That's my niece." Zhan Laoer revealed his identity, and the steaming wontons in the bamboo tube in his hand exuded a strong fragrance.
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In the inner room, Zhan Feiyu saw Zhan Laoer entering the door and hurriedly greeted him, "Second uncle, why are you here?"
"I went to Wenxing Study to find you. The shopkeeper said you are here. You must be hungry. My second uncle bought you wontons." Zhan Laoer glanced at the old woman who was groaning because of discomfort on the bed, and put the bamboo tube in her hand.
He went to the table and said, "Xiaoyu, go and borrow two sets of bowls and chopsticks."
"Okay." Zhan Feiyu took a step and walked outside.
Zhan Laoer glanced at the door and saw that Zhan Feiyu could not be seen. He immediately took out the paper bag in his arms, poured the powder inside into one of the bamboo tubes, and then picked it up and shook it.
After a while, Zhan Feiyu came back with bowls and chopsticks. Zhan Laoer poured the wontons from the bamboo tube on the right into the bowl, "Little fish, eat it while it's hot."
"I'll wait for the second uncle." Zhan Feiyu replied obediently, sitting on the chair, waiting for the second uncle Zhan to pour his portion into the bowl, and then picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Zhan Laoer glanced at it calmly, with a strange sneer on his lips, and then started eating. The wontons were a bit mushy and didn't taste as good as those freshly cooked at the stall.
After drinking the medicine, the old woman, whose mind was still a little confused, woke up faintly when she heard the voices and smelled the aroma of food. In her blurred vision, she saw Zhan Feiyu sitting at the table.
Thinking of her son who was paralyzed in bed and had no money to treat her, and her daughter who was tired and sick and had a high fever, the old woman slowly took out the dagger hidden in her arms. She had fainted before she could take out the dagger on the street.
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The old woman who staggered over suddenly raised the dagger in her hand and stabbed Zhan Feiyu who was standing with her back to her.
Blood spattered out, and her originally blurry eyes turned blood red. The old woman murmured hoarsely, "Don't blame me, I will repay you in the next life."
The little medicine boy who had eaten noodles came over to clean up the dishes. As soon as he reached the door, he shouted, "Killing!"
The red-eyed old woman's legs gave way and she fell to the ground. Tears of guilt, uneasiness, and pain rolled down her eyes, moistening her old wrinkled face.
"What a sin!" the old woman said hoarsely, and the blood-stained dagger in her hand suddenly pierced her chest, one life for another!
The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and the old doctor, the young woman who was looking at the burns, and her husband also came over.
Seeing Zhan Laoer lying on the table with his back covered in blood, and then looking at the old woman lying on the ground with a dagger stuck in her chest, the young woman screamed, "Killing, killing..."
Zhan Feiyu, who came running from the direction of the toilet, stood blankly at the door, "Second uncle?"
The little medicine boy's face was pale and his voice was trembling, "Master, you killed someone."
"Xiaozhu, come here quickly, the person is not dead yet!" The old doctor took one look at the old woman and knew that there was no way to save her. She stabbed the knife into her chest, leaving only the handle exposed.
I originally thought that Zhan Laoer would definitely die, after all, his back was almost cut into a sieve, but when the old doctor took a pulse, he felt a weak pulse, and he still had breath.