If you don’t sell alcohol, what are you doing here?
Yan Yan smiled and said, "I'm not selling wine today, I'm just saving lives!"
Everyone laughed when they heard it.
"Are you kidding me? You're taking it seriously when you see a pretty girl trying to flatter you. Do you really think your drink can kill you?"
"The girl's cloyingly sweet voice and her small waist can kill people. Let's forget about this drink chasing people's lives, hahahaha..."
There was also a serious reminder: "Although everything can be sold on Fujia Street, if your goods are too fake, the shops here will have to take care of them."
"That's it, just make some money, there's no point in bragging..."
The one who is making a lot of noise here is a patrol patrol coming along the street.
The leader was a tall man in his early thirties. Hearing the loud noise here, he frowned and said, "What are you yelling about?"
There was so much commotion that patrols were called in.
Someone with a quick mouth pointed at Yanyan's wine stall and complained to the tall Chinese character: "Touer Zhang, you came at the right time. Please comment. This little lady who sells wine insists that her wine can cure diseases. You think she doesn't think so."
It doesn’t count as selling fake goods!”
The tall man's name is Zhang Fei, and he is the patrol agent who maintains order on Fujia Street.
After listening to what everyone said, Zhang Fei frowned and looked at Yan Yan: "You, the wine seller, sell wine well and don't talk nonsense! We are not allowed to sell fake goods in Fujia Street. Violators will be fined at the least and reported to the official!"
Yan Yan jumped out of the car, stood in front of Zhang Fei, and asked with a smile: "Brother Guan Dai, you have never tried the efficacy of my wine. How do you know that my wine can't cure diseases?"
After saying that, she looked Zhang Fei up and down and said with a smile: "Brother, if you have a stubborn illness, you might as well give it a try. If you can't cure it, I'll leave the stall immediately. I'll give you this cart of wine for free, how about it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Hong Yuxiu next to her quietly tugged on her sleeve: "Master, don't say too much, just in case..."
Yan Yan laughed loudly and said: "There is no such thing as a child and an old man without being deceived!"
As soon as she said this, everyone watching the excitement couldn't help but cheer.
"Little girl, you have courage!"
Immediately, a bold and wealthy man spoke up: "Girl, if this wine can really save people, I will take care of everything!"
Immediately, someone else asked: "But how do you test whether this medicinal wine is real or fake? How effective is it?"
"Isn't this easy? Find a patient who has been bedridden for many years and you will know..."
"But those who can go out for a walk are all good. There is no one who is sick in bed and still comes here to jump around..."
While everyone was noisy, someone suddenly shouted: "By the way, Zhang Tou'er, his mother has been bedridden for many years and can't get out of bed? Who among our neighbors near Fujia Street doesn't know about this, Zhang Tou'er?"
But this famously filial son, just to serve my mother, has not even married yet!"
"That's right, Zhang Tou'er's mother has indeed been ill for many years. The neighbors can prove this, and it cannot be false. Little girl, if your wine can cure Zhang Tou'er's illness, that's it.
A veritable life-chasing wine!"
Zhang Fei has been caring for his sick mother for many years. Half of Yinggui City knows about this, and no one suspects that he is a shill.
Yan Yan cupped her fists and raised her hands to Zhang Fei: "It's rare for Zhang Guandai to show such filial piety, it's really respectable! I wonder what kind of illness your grandson is suffering from?"
Zhang Fei originally brought the patrol battalion here to check, but he didn't expect that everyone would talk about him, which made him a little embarrassed.
It is true that his mother has been ill for many years, and it is also true that he has been unmarried for more than thirty years and has devoted himself to serving her.
What he worried about was mainly money.
Although he was the patrol commander and was considered a public servant, his monthly salary was only a few taels of silver. In addition to maintaining the couple's daily expenses, most of it was used to buy medicine for his mother, so he really had little savings.
Looking at the way Yan Yan was dressed and the pomp at her wine stall, he knew that this young lady must be a rich person, and the wine was not cheap.
There was only a few coins or two left in the purse around his waist, and he had to keep it until he got his salary next month... So when Yan Yan asked questions, he didn't say anything.
Yan Yan is such a shrewd person. She glanced at Zhang Fei's hand that secretly held the purse and knew what was going on.
With a smile on his lips, Yan Yan said: "Zhang Guandai, this is the first time my wine stall has been set up on this Fujia Street. I don't do it to make money, just to make a name for myself. Zhang Guandai's filial piety is also true.
I am moved that we are destined to meet each other today, so in recognition of your filial piety and kindness, I will give it to you for free without taking any of the medicine and wine used to treat your father's illness."
Zhang Fei looked at Yan Yan in surprise: "How can this be done? You set up a stall just to do business. I can't..."
Yan Yan raised his hand and stopped his words with a smile: "You all just had a lot of doubts about my life-chasing wine. If I can cure your illness, my reputation will be confirmed, and my wine will have sales in the future. How about you?"
It helped me a lot!”
Yan Yan's words and demeanor were full of sincerity. Zhang Fei was a little embarrassed to refuse, but he felt bad that it was for nothing.
When they were in a dilemma, their colleagues on patrol advised each other: "Boss Zhang, let Aunt Zhang try it. Aunt Zhang has been lying in bed for so many years and has suffered a lot. If Aunt Zhang can really get better, she can be healed again."
How many years of blessings will you have? This little girl is also a cheerful person and quite sincere. You can also do me a favor."
Zhang Fei couldn't say anything after hearing what others said, so he raised his hands and said to Yan Yan: "Zhang Fei, thank you very much for your generosity. I will go back and carry my mother here."
When Yan Yan heard that he called himself "Zhang Fei", he almost couldn't help but stepped forward to hold his hand and said: "I am Guan Yu, who has been separated from you for many years!"
Hold on, don't wave!
It’s not time to surf yet!
Zhang Fei's family lived near Fujia Street, and with the help of colleagues, several young men quickly carried Zhang's mother over on a bamboo bed.
When Yan Yan saw the old woman lying on the bamboo bed, his heart suddenly went cold.
At first glance, this old woman has been bedridden all year round. The muscles and veins of her hands and feet have atrophied. In addition, her family is poor and her diet lacks nutrition. Her face is almost withered. Her thin wrists are only skin and bones. Her eye sockets are sunken.
Qi is like a gossamer...
Yan Yan looked at Zhang Mu's face and saw that there was a dark halo in Yintang, which was a sign of death.
This old woman probably won't survive this winter and will die.
Not even half of it was buried in the ground, but three-quarters of it was buried in the ground.
Yan Yan bit her lips and felt a little weak.
She wanted to find a patient to market her medicinal wine, but she didn't plan to find a patient who was about to die. Who would have thought of such a coincidence? She just said the slogan in the advertisement, and it came true immediately. It was really
Get her a terminally ill one.
Could it be that it was intentional?
She just wanted to ask if this was retribution?
Yan Yan is now increasingly distrustful of this side of heaven.
The main reason is that this Tiandao's mind is too biased!
"Don't be afraid, just give her medicinal wine."
Just when Yanyan was worried and at a loss, Canghua's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.