In ancient times, I just wanted to be a salted fish

The boy hesitated for a moment and said, "I am not a beggar. I am from Guangping Town, Qingshan County. My name is Qiao Zien. I came to the city today to hand in my manuscript. On my way back, I encountered a robber. He robbed my money and beat me up."

"Oh? You are a scholar? What manuscript are you submitting?"

"Well, I'm writing a storybook for a bookstore in the city, and today is the day to submit the manuscript."

"How old are you? Can you write a storybook?"

"Thirteen."

They had to support their families at a very young age. The ancients were precocious and intelligent!

Think about myself when I was thirteen years old. Haha, I had just graduated from elementary school and couldn’t even write an essay clearly. There is no comparison!

"My name is Chen Guchuan, I'm fourteen years old, and I'm also a scholar." The lie was told very smoothly.

Then the two of them sat in silence, as if they were both very cautious and no one wanted to talk more about their own affairs!

"You are injured, so go to bed early. Now that you are awake, I don't have to watch over you anymore. I will go to sleep next door."

"Thank you for saving me!"

"Don't be polite, just call me Furukawa."

Qiao Zien bowed and said, "Brother Guchuan! Sleep well!"

"Uh, Brother Zien, sleep well, sleep well!"

It's really tiring to quibble with the scholar Wenzouzou. Let's go to bed quickly.

A large medical clinic like Renjitang also has an inpatient department, a row of single rooms, clean and sanitary, with beds, tables, chairs, and cabinets. Chen Ruotong went to the compartment, entered the space, took a shower, and then washed and dried the clothes she wore today in the washing machine. She forgot that silk clothes cannot be machine washed, and she also dried them, which completely deformed them. Forget it, I don't want it. I was busy all night for nothing, so I went to sleep.

When the sky was bright, Chen Ruotong got herself ready and put on a blue cotton scholar's suit. She picked up another set of blue scholar's suit and a pair of shoes and left the space.

Qiao Zien had woken up a long time ago. He was leaning against the head of the bed, his thin white undershirt stained with blood, which made people feel pity for him.

Chen Ruotong knocked on the door and came in holding clothes, "Oh, why did you forget to buy underwear?" Because she was wearing thermal underwear in the space, so she didn't need to buy underwear at all.

At this time, the little medicine boy also came in with a food box, "Breakfast is ready for the two gentlemen, please enjoy. There will be soup medicine after the meal, which will be delivered in a moment."

"Thank you!" Chen Ruotong nodded with a smile.

Qiao Zien's hands are strong enough to hold things now, and she can drink porridge and eat buns by herself.

Chen Ruotong helped him serve porridge and buns, and ate with him: "You look good today, and the bruises have faded a little. They will heal soon! The food in the clinic is not bad. Eat more, it will help your recovery."

"Well, thank you, Brother Furukawa!"

Chen Ruotong smiled and waved her hand: "You're welcome. Your hair, uh, needs to be washed. I'll wash your hair after you take the medicine, and then buy you some underwear."

Qiao Zien quickly shook her head and said awkwardly, "I've already troubled Brother Guchuan so much. How can I let you wash my hair and spend money on clothes for me? I can't do that!"

"Okay, okay, eat, eat, you'll be right to listen to me." Chen Ruotong gestured to stop him from saying no.

After the meal, the little medicine boy brought the medicine soup, and the doctor came to see the patient. After taking the pulse, the doctor said: "The pulse of the young master is stable, and he is recovering very well. At noon, ask the kitchen to stew some bone soup for nourishment."

After sending the doctor away, Chen Ruotong went to the next room to fetch warm water from a wooden basin for washing her face, and prepared shampoo, and then left the space. There were many people in the clinic getting medicine and seeing patients, so no one would pay attention to where Chen Ruotong got the water. So she was lazy and didn't go to the kitchen to fetch water.

Chen Ruotong washed Qiao Zien's hair, not because she felt sorry for him, but because it smelled too bad. She couldn't just leave such a pretty child alone, and her obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in.

She changed the water twice, washed his hair, rubbed his hair with a cloth until it was half wet, and then cleaned his face. Chen Ruotong felt a sense of déjà vu. Yes, it was too much like serving her son. Is maternal love overflowing?

Qiao Zien's face flushed with shame. It was a sin to let the benefactor serve him! How could he repay this favor? When the injury healed, he would protect him by his side and repay him.

"Take good care of your injuries. I'll go out and buy you some underwear!"

"Hmm" Qiao Zien's eyes were misty and his nose was sore. From childhood to adulthood, apart from Qiao Bo, no one else was so considerate to him. He was greedy for this considerateness, and he was afraid that before his injury healed, the benefactor would disappear.

Half an hour later, Chen Ruotong came back with a package, including two sets of thick undershirts, a set of white scholar's gown, a pair of black cloth shoes, a peach wood hairpin, and a blue hairband.

"All the clothes are ready, please change into them! You can have lunch by yourself. I'm going to be out for a while. If you need anything or need to relieve yourself, just call Xiaoqiu, the medicine boy."

"Okay, then when will Brother Guchuan come back?"

"Come back in the evening and have a good meal. I'm leaving now," Chen Ruotong said with a smile.

Chen Ruotong walked towards North Street, which was a civilian area. The houses and people's clothing were not as good as those in Middle, South and West Streets, and there were many beggars. This was the real life of most people. Although not rich, they were full of energy and spirit, and more humane.

There are also pawnshops in Bei Street, but they are not as impressive as Fusheng Pawnshop. You can get your household registration here for 70 taels, but it takes a long time and is inefficient. You have to believe that you get what you pay for. The housing prices in Bei Street are low, and you can buy a large courtyard with three entrances for 500 taels, but the quality and environment are not as good as those in South Street.

East Street was where officials and nobles lived. People without some status and rights did not dare to live here, which shows how strict the class system was in ancient times.

She strolled through West Street last night, where most of the people living there are literati, scholars and students. The famous Zhishan Academy is located on the south bank of the West Street River.

In general, the urban construction of Pingyang Prefecture is of high quality, with four main streets in the east, west, south and north, and four blocks, each with its own characteristics. The houses are planned and neatly built, a bit like a modern residential area. The streets are paved with flat stones and have drainage ditches. The manure pool is outside the north city, which is convenient for farming and fertilizing.

If Chen Ruotong wants to settle down here, she has to understand this city and its customs. She wants to buy property and farmland, so how can she not go out and have a look? The key is that Pingyang City is close to the capital, only two prefectures are separated, so she must go to the capital to have a look. She also wants to buy a house in the capital! Well, she has money and confidence!

She arrived at Fusheng Dental Clinic on time at 5:15 pm, the first quarter of the evening.

Zhou Qian came out to greet her cheerfully, "Mr. Chen is a punctual person, everything has been done, please review it, if there is anything wrong, just let me know and I will correct it immediately."

Chen Ruotong took the small booklet with red silk and dark patterns and was very surprised. Was the household registration in ancient times so advanced? It looked very similar to the cover of modern award certificates! She opened it to see the contents. The words were beautiful, in regular script, and each stroke looked like it was printed by a printer. Amazing! There was a red seal from the government on the lower left. She also had an ID card! The road permit was much simpler, a green-covered, patterned booklet. It didn't have the address and validity period written on it, but she could fill it in herself.

With a legal identity in ancient times, Chen Ruotong felt relieved and she felt like she was half an ancient person.