The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

Princess Jingyang's birthday banquet earned Zhao Mianmian nearly ten thousand gold coins, which, converted into points, now totaled 18,241 points.

There are still 31,759 points left before the next upgrade.

Seeing that he couldn't get promoted in a short period of time, Zhao Mianmian simply gave up. Apart from going to school, memorizing lessons and weeding, he spent his days eating, drinking, washing and sleeping.

Not long after, it was time for Xunshan Academy's ten-day holiday.

Zhao Mianmian asked Dongzhu to move the couch to the yard, and after eating and drinking, he lay on the couch to bask in the sun.

When I was feeling drowsy from sunbathing, I suddenly heard the gossiping voices of two old women coming from outside the courtyard wall.

"Have you heard about the incident at the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery's Mansion?"

"But what about the young marquis's strange illness?"

"That's right. I heard that the young marquis has been ill for more than a month. He has consulted many doctors but none of them could cure him. Even the imperial physician in the palace shook his head after seeing him and said that the disease could not be cured. Now he can't even get out of bed. The loyal and brave marquis was so worried that his hair turned white overnight."

"Oh, how old is that little marquis? He has really committed a sin!"

"correct……"

The two old women lowered their voices as they spoke, which made Zhao Mianmian, who had only heard half of the gossip, feel itchy. She had to get up, stick her butt up and run to the edge of the courtyard wall, and put her ear directly against the wall tiles.

"I heard that this young marquis was raised by the old lady. Do you think it's possible that the old lady passed away and couldn't bear to part with her grandson, so she came back to take him away?"

"Ah, can't it? If that's the case, shouldn't the Loyal and Brave Marquis Mansion pray to the gods in the temple? What's the point of looking for the imperial physician? Why not go to the Huguo Temple to pray and get some national luck? It might be useful."

"Hey, how do you know they didn't go?! I heard the reward on the notice board in the east of the city has been increased to thirty thousand taels, saying that as long as you can cure the young marquis, no matter what method you use, you can get the huge reward!"

"How much...how much? Thirty thousand taels?"

"Yes, thirty thousand taels."

"Tsk tsk, I'm not saying anything, this loyal and brave mansion is rich, thirty thousand taels, just take it when you ask."

"What's the use of having money? It still can't buy back the life of that young marquis..."

"makes sense."

It was time to end the broadcast and the audience in the live broadcast room were all preparing to leave, but as they walked, they found that the room, which had been half dark, suddenly lit up again, revealing the brick wall in Zhao Mianmian's yard.

So many people turned back.

After listening to some gossip from Zhao Mianmian, they typed on the public screen:

【30,000 taels for a life. I really don’t know whether to say that the life of the ancients was valuable or not.】

[You are talking nonsense. Of course the lives of rich people are valuable, but the lives of poor people are worthless! Isn't this also true in modern times? Glucose injections in hospitals cost money, not to mention the feudal society where the anchor lives.]

[Alas, the host is not sleeping in the middle of the day and eavesdropping here. He must be feeling sad and lamenting the fragility of life.]

[Bullshit, she can eat and sleep well, does she look like a sentimental person? ? I bet fifty cents, she must be eyeing the thirty thousand taels of reward! ]

Zhao Mianmian saw the barrage that floated over, snorted coldly and retracted his ears:

[I didn't, don't talk nonsense. ]

[If I really had the ability to earn that thirty thousand taels, would I still be talking nonsense with you guys here? ? ]

The audience in the live broadcast room was silent for a moment, and then they praised her on the public screen:

[Not bad, you are quite self-aware. It is worth it that your fathers have taught you for so many days.]

Zhao Mianmian: [╭(╯^╰)╮]

After listening to the gossip, Zhao Mianmian climbed back onto the couch and soon fell asleep.

Originally thought to be just a small episode in the dull life, but who knew that after He Jianxing came back from the office in the evening, he hurriedly called Qin Shuyu to the study room without even having time to change his clothes, and mentioned the illness of the young marquis of the Loyal and Brave Marquis' Mansion.

"Do you know about the disease that the young marquis of the Loyal and Brave Marquisate had some time ago?"

While Qin Shuyu was helping He Jianxing change his clothes, he replied:

"I have heard of it from a few people. They said that the disease was so strange that even the doctors in the Imperial Hospital were helpless."

He Jianxing nodded solemnly.

"That's true. I also heard Lord Zhang mention it. He said that both Imperial Doctor Huang and Imperial Doctor Ge went to see me, but they only prescribed a prescription to replenish qi and strengthen the stomach. It was obvious that they were just waiting for me to die."

Then He Jianxing changed the subject: "But do you know what I heard in the government office today?"

Qin Shuyu was shocked, thinking that it must be something important for her husband to leave everyone behind and talk to her, so she asked quickly, "What?"

"The illness of that loyal and brave young marquis is actually...curable!"

"But seriously?"

"The news from the palace is true. I heard that the loyal and brave marquis met a miracle doctor in the Huguo Temple in the suburbs. The miracle doctor gave the young marquis a shot and he woke up immediately. Later, he prescribed a decoction, and the young marquis took it for three days. After three days, he was able to get out of bed!"

Qin Shuyu was amazed after hearing this: "Oh, that's really the Bodhisattva appearing."

However, when she saw He Jianxing frowning, she felt that this was not that simple, so she asked tentatively:

"What? In the meantime..."

Qin Shuyu's guess was correct. He Jianxing paused for a moment, sighed, and then told him everything:

"Originally, this is a good thing, but I heard that the loyal and brave marquis knelt in the imperial study for more than half an hour today, crying and begging His Majesty for something."

Qin Shuyu's heart skipped a beat: "What's the matter?"

"Loyal and Brave Marquis said that the miracle doctor cured the young marquis. He did not ask for money or official position, but only asked the Loyal and Brave Marquis to find someone for him."

"who?"

"The divine doctor said that an immortal had predicted for his master and said that his master was destined to have a talented disciple who was still young, lived in the capital, had a red mole on the sole of his foot, and came from an official family. He traveled to the capital this time, on the one hand to cure illnesses and save lives, and on the other hand to find the destined talented disciple for his master."

Qin Shuyu: "..."

Qin Shuyu really didn't know how to respond to He Jianxing's words.

Perhaps from the perspective of others, the requirements of the miracle doctor are not high. Isn't it just to find a disciple for his master? As long as Marquis Zhongyong waves his hand, there will be a lot of people who will sign up.

But to be honest, finding this disciple is harder than climbing to the sky.

He is still young, has lived in the capital city for a long time, has a red mole on the sole of his foot, and is the child of an official.

Whether this person can be found is still a question. If he is found, considering his official family background, can he really follow the miracle doctor into the mountains and forests to become a closed disciple? ?

The miracle doctor's medical skills were high, but no matter how high his skills were, he was still a lowly person of the ninth class.

What good family would go hungry and force their children to learn such an inferior livelihood?