The moon falling to the ground

Jian Yue waved her hand and interrupted him: "Boss, give me a clear answer, can we do it?"

"It can be done," the shopkeeper nodded, "but the cost is not low, about five hundred taels."

"Five..." Jian Yue was choked by the air.

The medicine-making tools in her previous life were prepared by her master. She never knew that a set of medicine-making tools was so expensive. Even if she sold them, they would not be worth five hundred taels.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm: "How long will it take?"

"It will take at least 20 days at the earliest."

Jian Yue gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, how much is the deposit?"

"Two hundred taels."

Jian Yue:……

A figure of over one hundred taels was an astronomical figure for her, and she simply could not afford such a large deposit.

Jian Yue still had ten taels of silver and dozens of copper coins in her hand. She took out a ten-tael silver ingot from her backpack and said, "I'll pay a ten-tael deposit first. You guys make the simplest tools on the drawing first, and I'll see the finished product. If you're satisfied, I'll pay the remaining deposit, how about that?"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay." Then he neatly wrote a receipt to Jian Yue and agreed to inspect the finished product two days later.

After Jian Yue left, the shopkeeper hurried out of the iron shop with the blueprints, got on a carriage, and after many detours, he entered a large mansion in East City.

The mansion looks ordinary from the outside, but it is built in a very low-key and luxurious style inside. There are pavilions and towers, a scene every three steps, and a painting every five steps.

The steward of the mansion took the shopkeeper through the corridor, walked over the small bridge, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the pond.

In the pavilion, a young man in gorgeous clothes and a white-haired old man were fishing. They were arguing while fishing. The white-haired old man complained that the young man's hook was too close to him and scared away all his fish. The young man complained that he was too noisy and made the turtles on the hook run away.

The white-haired old man was not convinced: "You didn't even catch a hair, where did the turtle come from?"

Young man: "The bait you made is so smelly that it can kill turtles. How can turtles bite the hook?"

The white-haired old man threw away the fishhook and put his hands on his waist: "If you think my bait stinks, don't come to me if you have a headache or butt pain in the future."

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "What's the use of looking for you? You can't even cure a small poison."

This sentence was like stirring up a hornet's nest. The white-haired old man was so angry that he jumped up and down: "Old man, I am a serious doctor, not a shady poison doctor. It is normal that I can't cure poison."

"Oh..." The young man let out a long "oh", which made the white-haired old man even angrier. He pointed his finger at him and accused him, "You ungrateful man. If it weren't for you, I, an old man, would never have come out of the mountain."

The young man sneered: "Why don't you come out of the mountain? To be a Taoist priest in Maoshan?"

The white-haired old man jumped three feet high and yelled at him: "Important things should be said three times. My surname is Mao, but I am not a Taoist priest of Mount Mao. Who are you slandering?"

The housekeeper shook his head helplessly: his master loves to tease Doctor Mao, which always makes the old man so angry that he flies into a rage and refuses to eat for three days. He is not afraid of angering him, what if he quits and leaves?

"Master, the department manager wants to see you." The manager of the mansion shouted from a distance.

The two people who were arguing immediately became serious. Those who were fishing went fishing, and those who were looking at the scenery looked at the scenery.

The housekeeper: Haha! You are pretending so well!

The young man looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "What's the matter, shopkeeper?"

"I am honored to meet you, my master." The shopkeeper bowed respectfully and then handed over the blueprint with both hands. "I have received a custom-made job today. The equipment on the blueprint is very unique, so I brought it here to show you, my master."

The shopkeeper had seen all kinds of tools from all over the world, and had made a lot of hidden weapons. If something made him feel strange, it must be extraordinary.

The young master nodded, and the steward of the mansion took the blueprint and handed it to his master.

The young man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the figures on the drawing. He turned to the white-haired old man and said, "Mr. Mao, come and take a look at these things. There are some fun things here."

The white-haired old man called Mao Lao laughed: "When you need an old man, he is Mao Lao. When you don't need him, he is just a stinky old man."

The young man twitched his lips: "When did I treat you as an old man? You can't take advantage of your age and frame me."

"Hmph!" Old Mao sat still.

"Mr. Mao, you really don't want to see it? It's such a wonderful thing, you will regret it if you don't see it."

Mr. Mao: ...He knew clearly that the brat was trying to seduce him, but he just couldn't resist his curiosity.

"Since you said so, I'll give you some face and let this old man take a look!" Old Mao found a way out and stood up.

As soon as he saw the things on the drawing, Mr. Mao frowned at first, then he clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Wonderful! Wonderful! This set of pharmaceutical tools is so exquisite. No..." He frowned again and stared at the drawing. From the look of him, he seemed to want to stare a hole in it.

The shopkeeper standing by suddenly realized: it turned out to be a medicine making tool. He said that the long flat spoon looked familiar, and it turned out to be a medicine spoon.

"Mr. Mao, what's the problem?" The young man came over.

Mr. Mao looked confused: "These are clearly a set of medicine-making tools, but I have never seen some of these tools before, and I don't know what they are used for. Weird!"

The young man looked up and asked the shopkeeper: "Who ordered these things?"

The shopkeeper said: "My lord, it was a skinny dark-skinned girl dressed very poorly. She said she ordered it for her master."

"I understand! I understand!" Mao Lao suddenly shouted excitedly, "These should be the special medicine-making tools made by the poison doctor."

"Poison doctor!?" The young man's careless face suddenly became serious, "Master Mao, are you sure?"

"uncertain."

Young Master: "...Mr. Mao, please stop joking at this time."

Mr. Mao said seriously: "I am not kidding. There are several instruments in here that I have never seen before, and I don't know what they are used for. I can be sure that Nanchang Kingdom does not have them."

The young man frowned and asked, "Master Mao, do you think the person who made these tools is a poison doctor?"

“There’s a 50% chance.”

The young man tapped his palm with his fan and thought for a moment: "Boss, please tell me in detail how you talked to her."

Jian Yue wandered around several streets in East City, but apart from learning the roads, she gained nothing. The gatekeepers of the wealthy and powerful families treated her like a beggar and would not let her get close.

There are many dirty things in the rich family compound, and there must be people poisoned inside, but it's a pity that she can't get in touch with them. Besides, with her current status, she can't easily get involved in the internal fighting of other people's families.

Jian Yue wandered to the government office, stood in an inconspicuous corner, and watched the people coming in and out of the gate of the government office.

The original owner had no memory of the government office because she had never been there.

Since the original owner entered the Mansion, in Jian Yue's opinion...