The moon falling to the ground

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Miss, you are too modest. You saved the shop assistants, and I have nothing to repay you, so I will waive the cost of the custom-made tools and needles. If you need anything else, please feel free to ask."

Jian Yue raised her eyebrows.

Is the guy in the iron shop so valuable?

It is true that Nanchang is a vast country with few people, but buying a person from a pawnbroker only costs about ten taels of silver. The shopkeeper is so generous, it seems that he has some ulterior motive.

"Thank you very much, Manager Bu." Jian Yue took out a small porcelain bottle, "There are a few ordinary detoxification pills in it. If Manager Bu doesn't mind, please accept them."

"No problem, no problem!" The shopkeeper quickly stood up, looking excited, and took it with both hands.

"If I want to ask a girl to help me with my illness, where can I find her?" the shopkeeper asked cautiously.

Jian Yue groaned: "I don't have a fixed residence yet. I will inform the manager of the department when I am settled."

The shopkeeper's eyes sparkled: "If the young lady wants to buy a house to live in, I can help. I am quite familiar with Yanling Prefecture. I am not familiar with every street in Yanling Prefecture, but at least I know where the houses are cheap and what the security situation is like."

Jian Yue was very moved after hearing this. However, she still said politely: "If you need anything, I will definitely come and bother the shopkeeper."

After leaving the iron shop, Jian Yue went to the grain shop, grocery shop, clothing shop, and vegetable market. She bought some rice, flour, oil, salt, and seasonings for her cheap master, and cut three pounds of meat. She also bought two sets of clothes and shoes for her cheap master and Mr. Tao and his wife. Finally, she went to a nearby bookstore to buy pens, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Because she bought a lot, the grocery store asked the clerk to deliver the goods to her door.

Tao Bo opened the door and looked at the cart of grain at the door. He thought the man had come to the wrong door.

Jian Yue came over from behind and said, "Grandpa Tao, this is the food I bought. Can you tell me which room to put it in?"

"This, this... I'll go tell the master." Since following the master, Tao Bo had never seen so much food at one time. They usually bought a few kilograms at a time and lived a very frugal life.

If eaten frugally, this truckload of food can last until the end of the year.

Tao Bo was both excited and nervous.

I was excited because I saw so much food, but I was worried because I was afraid that my husband would not accept it.

Yun Zhonghe followed out soon.

He had been waiting for Jian Yue to come to study at home in the afternoon. But she never showed up. He thought she couldn't come because of something else, but he didn't expect her to buy so much food and daily necessities.

Yun Zhonghe felt very relieved.

The little girl was really thoughtful! She knew what he needed the most now that he was poor and destitute. It would have been perfect if she bought him some wine.

Unfortunately, Jian Yue refused to buy him wine, saying that the wine was not good enough and was short in weight.

When Jian Yue took out new clothes and new shoes, Yun Zhonghe was so moved that his eyes were wet.

During these years of poverty, did anyone care about his food, clothing, and shelter? No one! Instead, it was this random apprentice who saw his plight and remembered it in his heart.

Uncle Tao and Aunt Tao were also touched and happy. Their clothes were patched up with patches, and some places were torn. They didn't dare to rub them hard when washing. The master's apprentice was really thoughtful.

Mr. and Mrs. Tao became much more sincere towards Jane Yue.

After the waiter unloaded the grain and left, Jian Yue followed Yun Zhonghe into the study. She placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone she had bought on the table. She bought two different kinds. One was for Yun Zhonghe, and the paper and ink were of better quality. The other was for her, and the paper and ink were of average quality, so it was fine as long as they worked.

Yun Zhonghe didn't say anything, but he kept her actions in mind. He would definitely teach this disciple well and attentively.

During the break, Jian Yue took the opportunity to ask about the housing prices.

Yun Zhonghe wandered the streets all day long, like a know-it-all, and knew every corner of the city very well. He knew which pawnshops were government-run and which were unreliable.

Compared with the East and West City, the North and South City are cheaper. But it also depends on the size of the courtyard and the living environment.

Finally, Jian Yue asked the master to buy a yard, saying that if he had his own yard, he could make wine for the master.

Yun Zhonghe couldn't stand the word "wine" the most. He quickly assigned homework to Jian Yue and went out impatiently.

Jian Yue:……

Although I am anxious, I am not that anxious.

In the big house.

The shopkeeper handed the rough porcelain bottle to Dr. Mao. Dr. Mao opened it impatiently, poured out a pill from it, and placed it on a small jade plate. He first smelled it carefully, then scraped off a little with a knife and put it in his mouth to distinguish it carefully.

Ji Yunzhong slumped on the armchair beside him as if he had no bones, glancing at Doctor Mao with his beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Doctor Mao's brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, and his expression was very rich.

After a moment, Doctor Mao sighed: "Although it is an ordinary detoxification pill, the pharmacist has made a sophisticated combination to maximize the medicinal properties. It should be because there are no suitable pharmacist tools at hand, so the pill looks rough."

The Daxi Dynasty still mainly used decoctions to treat illnesses. People with outstanding medical skills like Dr. Mao would also make some pills. But they could only make some pills with simple formulas.

"Master, Doctor Mao, when that girl was detoxifying the servant, her technique was very skillful and experienced. She should be good at acupuncture combined with medicine to expel poison. At that time, she only had an ordinary long needle in her hand." said the shopkeeper.

Ji Yunzhong narrowed his eyes and asked lazily, "How old is she? With such good medical skills, how could she be so poor that she can't eat enough or wear warm clothes?"

The shopkeeper was also very surprised by this.

Jian Yue was thin and frail, with a sallow complexion and dry hair, which was obviously caused by years of hunger. Although she changed into new clothes this time, the fabric was very ordinary and looked rustic, and she looked like a country girl.

"Master, the girl looks about 11 or 12 years old. She is very thin and weak, so it is difficult to tell her actual age. She is very defensive and refuses to reveal her identity and name. However, she revealed that she has no fixed residence and said that she will let me know where she lives when she settles down."

Doctor Mao, who was standing by, looked at the shopkeeper with burning eyes: "You said that girl is only eleven or twelve years old? That's perfect. I, an old man, am in need of a successor."

The shopkeeper twitched his lips: "Mao Shen Doctor, aren't your eldest and second disciples your successors?"

Doctor Mao waved his hands with a look of disdain: "Those two idiots are not smart enough to inherit my superb medical skills. I think the girl who gave you the pills is pretty good. I will go meet her tomorrow."

The shopkeeper thought to himself: If you think they are good, they have to think you are good too!

But the shopkeeper didn't dare to say such words.

At this time, Manager Yu came in and reported: "Master, Fu Er is here."

"Let him in."

After Manager Yu left, a man dressed as a small vendor soon came in. He bowed to Ji Yunzhong...