After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Fang Tong put the contract and the silver bag containing five taels of silver at the bottom of the bamboo basket, and couldn't help shaking it before taking it out.

Well, it can’t be lost.

He took a few deep breaths, suppressed his joy, and then walked across the lobby with a normal expression and went straight to his daughter.

Fang Nanzhi was just hearing something serious when she saw her father coming. Not only did she refuse to leave, she even thought he was in the way.

"Wait, Dad, we were just talking about how no one dared to punish the Crown Prince. I want to hear what happened in the end!"

Fang Tong was in a good mood because he had earned some money, and since his daughter rarely liked to listen, he would stay with her for a while!

The storyteller in front hunched his chest slightly and narrowed his eyes, making people unconsciously follow his tone and get into the story.

Everyone stretched their necks.

Tell me, what next? What if no one takes care of him? What happened to the prince?

After keeping the suspense for a long time, the storyteller's brows relaxed and his eyes lit up.

"...Finally, the prince invited an old miracle doctor. Speaking of our city's miracle doctor, do you know where he is from?"

He glanced around, and someone shouted, "Jishitang!"

"Yes! It's none other than Dr. Zhou from Jishidi Hall!"

Hey!

Although he is an old miracle doctor, not everyone knows him.

The storyteller took a sip of tea, and the listeners kindly urged him on.

"Speaking of this old genius doctor Zhou, don't worry if you know him well. Allow me to explain to those who don't know him well. He was originally from Jishitang, but more than ten years ago, he came to Beijing and became an imperial physician!"

"Do you know what this imperial physician does?"

This teahouse has been telling stories in this style for many years and has always had a large following.

"How could you not know? Isn't he treating the rich and powerful?"

The storyteller waved his hand and said, "That's right and wrong. The one you're talking about is the imperial physician."

"There's even a saying about the imperial physician: he can only treat the royal family and nobles! He and the imperial physician each have their own duties, and he's even more powerful."

Someone couldn't help but ask: "What happened next? How did this old doctor treat the prince? Did he cure him?"

"Don't be impatient, everyone. I'm just about to say it!"

"This old doctor has returned to his hometown to retire. He originally wanted to enjoy his old age in the countryside, but he stopped and walked along the way. When he passed by our capital, he naturally needed to rest."

"Hey!" He slammed the table, "What a coincidence! I was invited to the palace! I cured the prince's leg!"

Fang Nanzhi was waiting to hear this, why was it just glossed over here?

The little girl's crisp voice rang out: "Is it really cured? How did you cure it?"

Everyone looked at the little girl on the windowsill and smiled kindly.

"You all may not know that when the old doctor arrived at the palace, he saw the prince's leg and said he could cure it."

"The prince's leg was broken in two places. When Doctor Zhou arrived, it was swollen like a goalpost and red and purple. It turns out the fall was so severe that it can't be healed with ordinary methods!"

Everyone gasped, their hearts rising.

"The prince is so young. If he breaks a leg, wouldn't he be ruined? The princess is worried! I beg the old doctor again and again to cure the prince!"

Everyone was also worried.

"The old doctor finally agreed, but he insisted that he had the final say on how to treat the patient, and no one else could interfere. Guess what? The old doctor wanted to... perform surgery to set the patient's bones!"

This time everyone really gasped, operation!

They had never seen such a thing, but they had heard of it. They heard that during wars, soldiers might suffer all kinds of injuries, and the doctors in the barracks would have to perform surgery to treat the illnesses.

But ordinary people simply cannot imagine, will this person really not die if he is cut open?

Everyone swallowed and listened to the storyteller continue.

"… Doctor Zhou cut open the prince's leg. Because the leg had been broken for many days and had been bruised, the blood immediately soaked the cloth under it. After cutting it open, he saw that the bones in the prince's leg were no longer in place and had cracked!"

The storyteller described the process of Dr. Zhou setting bones and cleaning broken legs so vividly that people were nervous and grimaced, as if they were watching it right there.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I was shocked by the miraculous skills of the old doctor, or felt sorry for the young master who had suffered so much. Wasn't he walking through the gates of hell?

After hearing the end, the miracle doctor closed the open incision, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Some people felt a chill on their foreheads, and when they touched them, they found that they were sweating from listening to the book.

There was silence around the stage for a while before everyone came to their senses and someone spoke up.

"How is the prince now?"

The storyteller's expression was no longer tense, and he looked at everyone with a smile: "It's all right now. The prince can run and jump now, and he's very healthy!"

There was a lot of discussion at this moment, and some people were talking about the miraculous skills of the old doctor Zhou, some said that the prince was blessed with good fortune, and some people were whispering about the competition for the prince of the palace.

Fang Nanzhi's eyes were shining as she looked at her father. The expressions on the father and daughter's faces were exactly the same, and it was obvious that they were thinking the same thing.

A miracle doctor who cures legs!

Jishidiang!

She was no longer reluctant to stay here. She reached out and grabbed her father's wrist, and the two of them returned to the fried noodle stall.

"Auntie!"

Qian Fengping was worried and caught the little girl who rushed over to her: "Why did you take so long?"

Fang Tong unloaded the basket on his back and said, "I talked to the shopkeeper about something, and then listened to a book with the little girl for a while."

Qian Fengping took the basket and looked inside. There was not a single chestnut left, only a cloth bag. "Have they all been sold?"

The man in front of her smiled smugly and suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Hey you..." Before she could complain, her hand was led to touch the cloth bag. Where her fingers touched it felt like pieces of stone, but when she moved it, there was a sound of metal.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Fang Tong, who winked at her.

Oh my God, is it really silver?

"Okay, let's go for a walk. We finally made it to the capital, so we have to walk around a lot!"

The family continued shopping. Fang Tong originally wanted to buy some gadgets that his daughter liked and take them back, but the girl only had eyes for food.

Sometimes it was Hu pancakes with mutton in them, and sometimes it was green rice cakes. Fang Nanzhi was busy telling stories and had no idea how much money her father had earned.

She looked at it but didn't ask for it. Instead, the two parents told their son and daughter to ask for what they wanted.

Finally, I brought a lot of snacks back to the inn.

The kang in the lower room can only accommodate four people at most: two adults and two children.

"I sleep on the floor."

Fang Tong reached out to pull the quilt provided by the inn, but was stopped by Qian Fengping, "How can that be? I can't do that without you for family matters. Don't you have to go to the teahouse tomorrow? I'm going to sleep."

"What are you talking about? How can I let a woman like you sleep on the floor? Besides, you are the head of the family."

"I..." Qin Yan had just started to speak when the two of them looked at him together. His legs made it even more impossible for him to sleep on the ground.