Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

"Okay, okay, grandma is waiting for Fubao. Let's go to the front and take a look. Thank you very much, young lady. The handkerchief is really beautiful, but I can't afford it. I will buy it from you when my granddaughter grows up."

She smiled and thanked the stall owner.

It seemed that he took Jiang Fubao's words seriously.

"You're welcome. I'm also happy that my handkerchief is appreciated by others. Little girl, I set up a stall here every day. When you make money in the future, you must come to buy from me."

The stall owner started teasing Jiang Fubao.

"it is good!"

Jiang Fubao nodded heavily.

The grandparents and grandchildren left.

They walked to the corner and went to another street.

Just stepped in.

A familiar fragrance entered Jiang Fubao's nostrils.

The wooden sign at the entrance reads "Wu Ji Street".

It seems that this place is equivalent to a modern hospital.

Sure enough, the first shop on the street was a pharmacy.

On the right is the medical clinic.

Then there is the medicinal liquor shop.

And massage hall, etc.

They are all related to the word "medicine".

There are not many shops here, only about twenty or so at most.

There are five alleys, all named after medicinal herbs.

Jiang Fubao knew it better than anyone else. When she was in college, she held a thick book on medicinal materials every day and memorized them so hard that she felt like dying.

Naturally, every medicinal ingredient was firmly memorized in her mind.

There are mostly houses in the alleys.

Look at the appearance of a wealthy family.

I know that almost all the people living here are wealthy.

It is convenient to see a doctor.

The house price is estimated to be very expensive.

"Doctor, please save my mother. If you can save her, I will ask my father to give you two hundred taels when he comes back."

Suddenly, a burst of crying was heard.

Jiang Fubao turned his head and looked.

I saw a little boy kneeling outside the clinic I just passed by.

About six or seven years old.

Next to the boy lay a woman with a pale face and a black mouth.

Good looking.

Half of her black hair was tied up, and the other half fell to the ground. The pearl hairpin on her head was exquisitely crafted and must be worth a lot of money.

Even with her eyes closed, the woman still exuded a gentle temperament.

She looks just like the rich girl who grew up in a scholarly family in ancient costume dramas.

"I've said it before, your mother's body is like a burnt-out candle, there's no way she can be saved! She must have exhausted all her energy during childbirth, and it's a blessing from God that she's still alive. I don't have the ability to fight with Yama for a life, so prepare for her funeral as soon as possible while she's still breathing her last breath."

The old doctor finished speaking coldly.

He flicked his sleeves.

Closed the door of the clinic.

"mother--"

"Mom, please don't leave. Don't abandon Chi'er. Mom, please wake up—"

The little boy checked the woman's breath and suddenly burst into tears.

"It's really pitiful. He's so young and already has no mother."

Zhang Jinlan sighed and shook her head with regret.

"If anyone can help me carry my mother home, I will pay one or two taels of silver!"

The grandparents and grandchildren watched for a while.

As he was about to leave, the boy suddenly shouted.

This area is inhabited by wealthy families, and no one would move a corpse for a few ounces of silver.

Very unlucky.

The people who went to the clinic to see a doctor were not poor either. After all, the poor could not afford to see a doctor. At most, they could ask a barefoot doctor to prescribe medicine and then get the medicine.

So much so that people passing by looked at the boy as if they were watching a show.

No one stepped forward to help.

"I'll do it, I'll do it—"

When Zhang Jinlan heard that they would be rewarded with one or two taels of silver for moving a fresh corpse, her eyes suddenly lit up.

The person who just died is still warm.

Nothing to be afraid of.

She rushed over quickly, fearing that her job would be snatched away by someone else.

I can't even take care of my granddaughter.

Jiang Fubao stood there in shame.

Grandma is willing to do anything to make money.

"Young Master, are you really going to give me one tael of silver?"

Although the boy's clothes made him look like a young man, he was too young. Zhang Jinlan was afraid that he would default on the debt, so she asked again.

"Really? If you can carry my mother back home, I will give you one ounce of silver."

The boy's tears were still flowing, so his voice was nasal when he spoke.

"Okay, I'll carry it, but what should I do with the backpack?" Zhang Jinlan was used to being stingy, and she couldn't bear to leave the backpack here, as it would definitely be stolen.

But my granddaughter is only three years old and is almost as tall as the backpack, so I can’t carry her on my back.

"Give it to me." The boy seemed to see her embarrassment and took the backpack on his own initiative.

Zhang Jinlan breathed a sigh of relief.

She bent down, slowly lifted the woman up, and carried her on her back.

"Fubao, follow us and don't get lost. Young master, you lead the way." Zhang Jinlan shouted to her granddaughter and then said to the boy.

So, the old man, the corpse and the two children walked towards Qulian Lane.

Until it stopped in front of a gate with a plaque of Shen's House hanging on it.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Open the door——"

The boy knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response from inside.

He was a little anxious.

After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, a sound was finally heard from inside.

"Did your mother survive?"

Jiang Fubao squatted in the corner and listened carefully with his ears perked up.

The person speaking in the house seemed to be a woman.

The voice is somewhat mature, probably a woman's.

"No, auntie, my mother is gone. Open the door quickly. I want to write a letter to my father, asking him to come back soon. Also, please help me with my mother's funeral."

the boy shouted back.

His expression left Jiang Fubao puzzled.

It seemed mixed with hatred and extreme sadness.

"The dead cannot enter the house. It's unlucky! Carry the body outside the coffin shop, buy a coffin and bury it in the mass grave. Don't leave it at the door. I won't let the doorman open the door. Forget about it. If you don't want to see the body stink and rot, just take it away quickly."

The words fell.

The door opened a little, and three silver coins flew out.

Look at the size.

It should be three and a half taels.

"Aunt! My mother is the legal wife, she should be buried in the ancestral tomb! You actually let my mother go to the mass grave? If Dad comes back, how will you explain it?"

The boy kicked the silver coins away and banged on the door.

But there was no more movement inside.

"Young Master, what should we do now? Your aunt is really something, why doesn't she send two servants to help?"

Zhang Jinlan couldn't stand it anymore and she muttered a few words under her breath.

But his eyes were fixed on the silver coins on the ground, and his saliva was about to flow out with greed.

Among them, there is a piece of silver which is her wages!

"Please carry my mother to the coffin shop, and I will give you an extra ounce."

The boy seemed to know that crying was useless.

He wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

His eyes were full of hatred.

I saw him bending down and picking up the silver coins one by one.

"Okay!" When Jiang Fubao heard about the extra money, his grandma seemed to be excited.

He carried the body and walked away.

There is no coffin shop on this street, after all, they are for the dead.

Even the rich are superstitious about it.

The three of them came to Wanlu Street.

This place seems like an ancient slum.

Compared with the streets just now, it was like suddenly appearing from the modern city center to a village in the city.

The gap is too big!

On Wanlu Street, there are inns, people who buy and sell cattle and horses, servants, and people who rent horse and ox carts.

As well as renting porters, recruiting casual workers, etc.