The moon falling to the ground

Qian interrupted her hastily: "What are you talking about? Go quickly and don't waste Doctor Qi's time."

Jian Yue turned around and went into the house and put on her backpack.

Qian: "…I just asked you to come get some medicine, why are you carrying such a big bag?"

Jian Yue said with a half-smile on her face: "I only have one new set of clothes given by someone else. I'm afraid they will be gone when I come back."

Qian: ...If I don’t leave now, I really won’t be able to control my wild power.

She hurriedly and respectfully escorted Doctor Qi out of the door, fearing that Jian Yue would say something unpleasant again.

Huamei looked at the big bag behind the skinny Jian Yue, with contempt flashing in her eyes: It's something not presentable, and looks so poor and petty.

There were two carriages parked at the entrance of the alley, one belonging to Doctor Qi and the other to the mansion's owner.

Doctor Qi got in the carriage and left first.

Huamei asked Jian Yue to sit outside the carriage with the driver. As soon as they walked out of a street, she drove Jian Yue out of the carriage and asked her to run after the carriage without any reason.

Given Jian Yue's physical condition, not to mention that she couldn't catch up with the speed of the carriage, even if she could, she wouldn't be stupid enough to run after it.

If a maid wants to humiliate her, it depends on whether she is willing.

The carriage went away. Jian Yue walked slowly on the street with a large backpack on her back. She carefully observed the vendors and shops on both sides of the street, as well as the passers-by coming and going. Few pedestrians had patched clothes, and many wore silk clothes. Moreover, she found an interesting phenomenon. The tops worn by ordinary women were very similar to the fancy ribbon-edged slanting-collared jackets of the late Qing Dynasty, and the lower body was a phoenix-tail skirt. However, those women who were either rich or noble wore rushan skirts. The waist of the skirt was tied to the armpits and tied with beautiful embroidered ribbons. The collar was slightly low, revealing a beautiful white neck.

What?

How many dynasties is the Daxi Dynasty a combination of?

Judging from the fabrics worn by the pedestrians, the weaving and printing and dyeing techniques of the Daxi Dynasty should have been relatively advanced.

Jian Yue wants to find out if there are any business opportunities suitable for her.

Under the eyes of the Jane family, she could not do anything. The best way was to have her own independent space. But the premise of all this was money.

But she was new there and was completely in the dark, so this problem was difficult to solve.

She is best at poison, and then medicine. She can't sell poison, right? Not to mention the question of whether it is possible, her age and appearance make it difficult to convince people.

Oh! I am so worried and bald.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Huichun Hall. Huamei slowly got off the carriage. She stood in the shadow of the eaves and looked around, but she didn't see anyone chasing the carriage in a panic. Her smooth brows knitted tightly: useless! Can't even keep up with the carriage.

Isn't it said that country folk work all year round and have strength and can run fast? How come she couldn't even catch up with the slowed-down carriage?

Huamei told the driver to keep an eye on the country girl and not let her run away. After all, she couldn't read a single word.

She entered the clinic and asked the medicine boy to prepare medicine for her. She waited for a while, but still no one showed up.

Huamei was getting impatient waiting, thinking: Could she have gotten lost? If that was the case, and she was found the next day, this country girl's reputation would be ruined. A woman with a ruined reputation is almost as good as being sentenced to death.

Huamei suddenly became excited.

This kind of person is not worth the lady's attention at all, she can destroy herself.

Huamei picked up the medicine bag, got on the carriage and left.

There is a fortune-telling stall on the roadside, but it is deserted and there is not a single customer.

The fortune-teller had a Taoist hairstyle, a messy beard, and a patched robe whose original color could no longer be seen. At this moment, he was nodding his head and taking a nap.

Next to him stood a tattered cloth banner, on which the words could still be vaguely seen: Divine Fortune Teller.

Jian Yue looked at the cloth banner, then at the old man, squatted down beside him, and held her chin with her hand while watching the people coming and going on the street.

The fortune-teller opened his eyes at some point and glanced at Jian Yue: "Little girl, what are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything, I'm just tired, take a break." Jian Yue turned her head and glanced at him, "The old man's fortune-telling stall is so deserted. No one comes to tell fortunes, is it because you are not accurate?"

The fortune teller shook his head: "I am very accurate, but they don't believe me."

"No one believes me either." Jian Yue felt the same way. She was talking about making money with medical skills.

Jian Yue kindly gave him a suggestion: "Old man, you can give yourself a very high-sounding name, maybe it will attract people."

"Yun Zhonghe, isn't that great enough?" The fortune-teller was not convinced.

Jian Yue: ...very cool. Since there is nothing wrong with the name, then there must be something wrong with the fortune telling.

Gululu...

what sound?

Jian Yue looked around.

Yun Zhonghe's old face turned red, and he said awkwardly: "Don't look for me, it's me, I'm hungry."

"Didn't the old man have lunch?" Jian Yue asked casually.

Yun Zhonghe suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Just, I ate a steamed bun yesterday."

"Ah!" Jian Yue was surprised. She counted on her fingers, "So you haven't eaten for four meals?"

Yun Zhonghe murmured "hmm" softly and subconsciously covered his stomach with one hand.

Looking at the old man's weather-beaten face, Jane Yue felt a little sad. She stood up and left without saying a word.

Yun Zhonghe's gaze fell on her back, with an ambiguous look in his eyes.

Jian Yue came back soon with four vegetarian buns and a bamboo tube.

In the city, bamboo tubes are the cheapest containers for holding water.

"You shouldn't eat greasy food when you are too hungry. I bought four buns with vegetarian fillings." Jian Yue handed the buns to Yun Zhonghe.

"The little girl is kind and tenacious. She will be blessed in the future." Yun Zhonghe did not refuse and took it and started eating.

He ate very quickly, finishing the four buns in no time. He gulped down the water again, and after finishing it he sighed: "It feels so good to be full!"

Then, he looked at Jian Yue: "Little girl, I can't eat your food for free, let me tell you a fortune!"

Jian Yue nodded: "Okay! Can you calculate when I will get rich? When can I rent a house?"

Yun Zhonghe: ...This request seems a bit difficult.

"Little girl, judging from your face, you have no fortune today."

"What about tomorrow?"

"No tomorrow either."

"What about the day after tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?"

"I can only see your tomorrow. Strange..." Yun Zhonghe scratched his head. He could see through other people's fortunes within half a month, but this little girl made him feel like he was seeing through a veil.

Jian Yue took out a silver coin from her backpack, placed it on the broken table in front of Yun Zhonghe, and turned away.

"Little girl, be careful of the villains around you. Walk more eastward, and maybe your wish will come true." Yun Zhonghe shouted behind her.

By the time Jian Yue returned to Qingshui Hutong, it was already Youshi. Huamei had already left...