The moon falling to the ground

The Jian Zhaodi described by Yan Guanjia was not as taciturn and submissive as they said. Were they deceiving her, or was Jian Zhaodi deliberately hiding her incompetence? If it was the latter, she would have to think carefully.

Yan Xinning's most useful confidant was Rong Mama. However, Rong Mama had been taking medicine for two days, but her symptoms had not been alleviated at all.

Yan Xinning sent Huamei to Qingshui Hutong to see if the condition of Jian Dacheng and his son had improved. If it hadn't improved, not only would Jian Zhaodi be highly suspected, but Doctor Qi's medical skills would also be questionable.

The next day, Jian Yue went out and Huamei came right after her.

Jian Dacheng and his son no longer had diarrhea, but they felt weak and couldn't stand up.

Huamei asked for Doctor Qi again, who said that the father and son had been suffering from diarrhea for too long, which had harmed their health and they needed to recuperate for a while. So he prescribed some tonic medicine for recuperation.

This time it cost more than thirty taels of silver, and Huamei paid the bill.

Huamei was locked in the room with Jian Dacheng and his wife, and Jian Huaian, and no one knew what they were talking about.

Jian Xiaohe was very dissatisfied that her parents had gone behind her back and didn't let her listen. Was she even on guard?

Jian Xiaohe felt very uncomfortable.

Following her new cheap master to Shimen Lane, Jian Yue discovered that Shimen Lane and Qingshui Hutong were only two streets apart. They were so close! No wonder she ran into her cheap master as soon as she went out.

Yun Zhonghe and Jian Yue stopped at the door of a house at the end of the alley. He knocked on the door, and it quickly opened a crack, revealing a wrinkled face.

"Tauber, it's me."

"It turns out that the master is back." Tao Bo quickly opened the door.

Yun Zhonghe usually went out for a whole day and rarely came back early, so Tao Bo was very surprised.

"This is a disciple I accepted, her name is Jian Yue. She will come here often in the future." Yun Zhonghe introduced him to Tao Bo.

"Hello, Grandpa Tao." Jian Yue bowed to Uncle Tao. Uncle Tao was so scared that he almost fell down. He shook his hands and said, "No, no, Miss Jian, I am your servant, I dare not accept your greetings."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Jian Yue, it is a virtue for you to respect the elderly. But there is a difference between the noble and the humble, and etiquette cannot be abolished. You can call them Grandpa Tao and Grandma Tao, and don't bow to them in the future, so as not to make them feel terrified and uncomfortable."

"Uncle Tao, from now on, you should call her Miss Yue! She won't feel comfortable if you call her Miss Jane."

"Yes, sir." Tao Bo quickly agreed.

Jian Yue didn't expect that she would scare the old man by bowing. She was also very embarrassed. At the same time, she also deeply realized that the concept of respect and inferiority in Nanchang State was clear and the hierarchy was strict.

She felt very uncomfortable, but such things would happen more and more in the future, and she had to adapt as soon as possible.

When she has no ability to change the status quo, she can only learn to adapt.

Jian Yue didn't expect that her cheap master, who was so poor that he had no food to eat, actually had a two-story house. Although the house looked very shabby, the wall paint was seriously peeling off, and moss and weeds grew in many places. Jian Yue also saw a few finger-thick small trees growing on the roof.

There are four back rooms on both sides of the gate, and Uncle Tao and Aunt Tao live in one of them.

After entering the hanging flower gate, there is a fairly spacious courtyard. There are four main rooms and two side rooms on the left and right. There is also a half-acre garden in the backyard. However, the garden is full of vegetables.

Jian Yue only then realized that the old servant couple of his cheap master lived on the vegetables in the backyard. He didn't make money from fortune-telling. In order not to compete with the old servant couple for the pitiful rations, he often said he ate outside.

Tao Bo's wife went to the nearby vegetable market to sell vegetables every day, and exchanged the money for some coarse grains to make a living. At this moment, Aunt Tao, who went out to sell vegetables, had not returned yet.

There was nothing in the four main rooms, and it could be described as bare. According to Yun Zhonghe, he had sold everything that could be sold. Since he bought this yard, he has been living on pawning.

Poor! How pitiful this cheap master is!

It’s hard to describe Jian Yue in words.

Two of the four main rooms were leaking, and only one of the east and west wing rooms was not leaking. Yun Zhonghe led Jian Yue to the east wing room that was not leaking.

To Jian Yue's surprise, there were many books in the east wing, filling up a shabby bookcase against the wall. In addition, there was a table and a stool in the room. The table was lame, with one leg supported by a stone, and so was the stool.

There is a sandbox and a wooden stick on the table.

Yun Zhonghe coughed awkwardly: "Master is so poor that he only has these books, so you can only practice calligraphy on the sand table."

"It's okay, Master. I can earn the money for my pens, ink, paper and inkstone myself," said Jian Yue.

Yun Zhonghe just thought she was just saying it casually. He, a great fortune teller, couldn't make any money, so where could a skinny little girl go to make money?

It was almost noon when Aunt Tao came back from selling vegetables. Most of the vegetables in the bamboo basket were left, and they had all wilted after being left there for the whole morning.

Aunt Tao was in good health, but thin, which was caused by hunger and hunger all year round. She was a neat and tidy woman. When she learned that her master had accepted an apprentice, she was very happy and enthusiastic towards Jian Yue.

Before leaving, Jian Yue took out twenty copper coins and said, "Master, use this money to let Grandma Tao buy a few kilograms of rice and flour for her to eat first. I will buy more when I earn more money."

Yun Zhonghe frowned: "Master knows that you are not doing well either. Otherwise, you wouldn't be wearing such old-fashioned coarse cloth clothes. Put the money away! Master has already spent a lot of your money."

Jian Yue smiled and said, "In my hometown, an old man who collected herbs taught me a few prescriptions. If I really need money, I can sell the prescriptions."

"No! The prescription is such a precious thing, it is a legacy, how can you sell it casually? Besides, it will be yours in the future and can be a family heirloom." Yun Zhonghe looked serious.

Jian Yue felt a little warm in her heart.

This cheap master was pretty good. Although they had only known each other for two days, he always cared about her.

She had a lot of prescriptions in her head, and even if she sold a few, it would only be a small amount. But she couldn't tell the master about this.

"Master, I also know a little bit about medicine. Don't worry! I can go to the pharmacy and help pick medicine to earn money."

"Okay, it's good to have more experience. But don't stand out easily, or you'll get into trouble."

"I remember, Master." Jian Yue insisted on leaving the copper coins behind before she left. As soon as she walked out of the alley, she saw a white horse lying on the side of the road in front of her. A young man was crying while hugging the horse. A man who looked like a servant was sweating profusely and was circling around the white horse.

The strange thing was that no one was watching the excitement. Those who noticed something was happening would take a detour.

Jian Yue quickly ran back to her master's house, asked Aunt Tao for a torn headscarf, covered herself tightly, left her backpack at her master's house, took only the things she needed and hid them in her arms, then turned around and left.

"Jian Yue, what are you doing?" Yun Zhonghe hurriedly stopped her.

"Master, aren't you a fortune teller? My fortune is coming, didn't you predict it?"

Yun Zhonghe counted with his fingers...