The Young Master of the Coal Miner

In Annan Pavilion, several girls gathered together to chat, and when they turned the corner, they saw one of the protagonists in the topic.

"Yo, isn't this Minglan?"

One of the girls stepped forward to stop him, with a smile on her face, but there was a hint of malice in her eyes, "Do you know that Boss Xue is engaged to the young master of the He family?"

"Yes, I heard that among your guests, Young Master Deng will come to see you in a few days. Don't you run away too?"

The maliciousness in the tone of the other girl holding a round fan was more obvious.

Minglan had a serious illness a while ago, her vitality and blood hadn't recovered yet, her face was still completely devoid of blood, coupled with the charm of her downcast eyes, she was even more lovable.

Seeing that there was no anger on his face, several people felt bored, snorted coldly, twisted their slender waists, and left together.

After they left, Minglan couldn't help showing a sincere smile on her face.

Hearing that Big Brother Xue was engaged to Young Master He, he was really happy for the two of them.

The joy in Ming Lan's eyes surprised Shao Yao who came to him.

Shaoyao clings to the silk, covers her mouth and coughs, and Minglan notices that the visitor has also restrained her expression, and softly calls: "Sister Shaoyao."

Shao Yao raised her head and looked at the backs of the people not far away, frowned and said strangely: "Just now, those snarky things taunted you in front of you? You can still laugh?"

Minglan lowered her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes, she shut up and didn't speak.

Looking at the silent Ming Lan, Shao Yao couldn't help but sigh: "They just don't want to see you well."

They are all people in the mud, so why can someone get out cleanly?

Even Shaoyao herself was once jealous of the young man in front of her: because of the gender difference between Zhongyong and Kunze, one of them became a red lady, and the other a pure lady.

"What a wooden man, and you are the only one who won't care about losing a guest."

Seeing that Minglan remained silent and unmoved, Shaoyao complained softly, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

But remembering what the old bustard told her in the pavilion, Shao Yao frowned again: "Mom told me to tell you that you must find new customers within this month. You also know that there are no idlers in the pavilion."

Looking at the pale face of the young man in front of her, Shao Yao, who considers herself the most cold-hearted and cold-faced, couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, and said righteously:

"If you really can't find any customers, at worst I'll introduce you to a few rich men under my command, and don't forget to make a good fortune from them for me."

Seeing that Shaoyao never left silver, even Minglan couldn't help smiling.

"Sister Shaoyao, you really got into the eyes of money."

Listening to Ming Lan's teasing, Shao Yao didn't care.

She strolled to the balcony, and her beautiful eyes swept across the downstairs of Annan Pavilion. Unlike the bustling nights, during the day, Annan Pavilion was deserted, and there was no one there except the street cleaners.

Shao Yao slowly took out a slender lady's cigarette and put it on her red and plump lips. The match lit the tobacco, she took a puff lightly, and then casually said: "Silly boy, only money is the most real thing in this world." .”

"People like us don't leave a way out for ourselves. When we get old, we can only receive the most inferior guests. If we die of some dirty disease, it's just a piece of broken grass that we roll up and throw away. Go to the mass grave."

"When you are dying, you will be scolded by the person who collects the corpse."

Shao Yao's voice was calm and indifferent.

A hazy white smoke covered the beauty's face, making it difficult for people to see the desolation and decadence in her eyes that did not match her age.

Shao Yao was sold into a brothel by her family since she was a child. She has long been used to the love between men and women in the brothel and the harsh world, and she never believed the sweet words of the customers.

She just wanted to save enough money to redeem her life, and when she was old and her value dropped, she would pay the money and leave here to spend her old age in peace.

"Sister Shaoyao, why didn't she find someone to redeem herself?" Ming Lan asked in puzzlement.

Shaoyao is the number one celebrity in the Annan Pavilion, and there are many wealthy customers under him, there must be someone who can afford the ransom money.

Shao Yao smiled at him, her delicate face was as bright and moving as a blooming peony flower.

A gust of wind swept away the gray smoke between her and Minglan. She looked at the thin young man in front of her, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, but there was a bit of sarcasm in the corner of her mouth.

"What those men say when they take off their pants can't be taken seriously."

She won't follow Du Shiniang, who sank the treasure chest in anger, and foolishly believe in men's nonsense.

"Besides, even if you are really redeemed because of your skin, when he gets over the greasy energy of that period, and when you are old and frail, he will still despise you for being dirty."

While talking, Shaoyao laughed at herself, she didn't know why she said this to Minglan.

Maybe it was because he was different from everyone in the brothel?

Shao Yao shook her head, and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Ming Lan.

There was warmth in Minglan's eyes, and her attitude towards Sister Shaoyao was somewhat sincere.

"Sister Shaoyao, if one day you really leave Annan Pavilion, what do you want to do?"

Shao Yao laughed at him when she heard the words: "You can't go out by yourself, so you are worried about me first."

After finishing speaking, he patted Ming Lan's shoulder again, turned and left without looking back.

Minglan stood alone on the spot, looking at the back of Shaoyao's departure.

The bright red new-style cheongsam set off the graceful figure of Shaoyao, and the sunlight shone through the window sill and flickered on her carefully drawn makeup.

People have gone away, only the crisp sound of a string of high heels hitting the ground remains.

-

In the afternoon, Minglan took leave with the madam, and took Tweety into a rickshaw.

When the coachman pulled the car to the Hejia Medical Center, Tweety looked at Minglan with puzzled eyes.

Minglan got out of the car calmly, paid the fare first, and went into the hospital.

In the medical hall, He Wenyan was dispensing prescriptions in front of the medicine cabinet. Because of the rumors, it was inconvenient for him to go to the mine hospital, so he had to stay in his own medical hall for research.

A while ago, under the guidance of Dr. Zheng, he has roughly understood the working principles of several anti-inflammatory herbs in the human body, and the next step is to prepare the best prescription.

"Doctor He."

"Minglan!"

He Wenyan turned around to see the person, and was a little pleasantly surprised. He even misunderstood the relationship between Xue Lin and Ming Lan last time.

"I'm here to check you up."

He Wenyan put down the things at hand, took Minglan to sit at the consultation table, and took his pulse.

"Although the illness was good last time, your foundation is already weak, and you need to make up for it. Don't catch a cold again."

He Wen said earnestly and earnestly, but Ming Lan replied with a smile: "Doctor He is right."

After finishing speaking, he took out a red cloth bag from his pocket, and the silver in it rattled as he shook it.

Minglan handed the cloth bag to He Wenyan, and said in a low voice, "I heard that Doctor He and Brother Xue are engaged. This is the money that Minglan prepared for the two of you. It's not much money, just a small thought."

He lowered his head and continued, "I'm afraid that Minglan won't be able to attend the wedding day, so I can only hand it over to Dr. He Xiao in advance today."

Looking at the red envelope in front of him, He Wenyan was about to open his mouth to refuse, when he saw Minglan frowned and asked back: "Doctor He refuses to accept my share of the money, does it mean that I think the source of my money is dirty?"

"Of course not!"

He Wenyan frowned, and quickly explained softly: "I want Xue Lin to redeem you and leave that place."

Since Minglan is Xue Lin's acquaintance, she can't be allowed to stay in that kind of place.

After all, He Wenyan turned his head and glanced at Tweety who was waiting at the side, and sent him away in the name of taking tonic.

He picked up a pen and quickly wrote down a prescription, and secretly handed it to Minglan while avoiding people.

"This is?"

"This is the recipe to suppress Kunze's emotional tide."

-

In the rickshaw, Cui'er saw that Minglan was restless, her eyes were red, and she was still clutching a piece of paper tightly.

The little maid thought that Ming Lan was still worried about Boss Xue's engagement, and was about to say something to persuade her, when she heard Ming Lan call to stop the driver.

"Master, please stop at the pharmacy by the roadside."

Tweety said in surprise, "Brother Minglan, we haven't arrived yet."

"I'll go to the pharmacy to get a prescription. Just now Doctor He told me that there is a shortage of herbs in the medical center, so let me go outside to make it myself."

These words convinced Tweety, and she waited obediently at the door of the pharmacy.

"What medicine to buy?"

There wasn't much business in the pharmacy today, and the owner of the pharmacy was resting on the counter with one hand, and lazily cheered up and asked when he saw a customer.

Ming Lan handed the prescription in her hand to the boss.

The pharmacy owner took the paper and carefully browsed the prescriptions up and down, squinted his eyes, thought for a while, squinted at Minglan, and asked suspiciously, "Which company did you write the prescription for?"

He has been running a pharmacy for many years, but he can't see the disease that this prescription cures.

If the wrong prescription was prescribed and someone died, his small shop might also be implicated.

"He's Medical Clinic." Ming Lan explained honestly.

Hearing that it was the He family, the pharmacy owner felt relieved, picked up the scissors and carefully took and dispensed the medicine.

The He family has practiced medicine for generations, and there are always ancestral prescriptions that he has never seen before.

After receiving a package of traditional Chinese medicine from the boss, Minglan was not in a hurry to leave. He pursed his thin lips and asked the boss, "My house has been plagued by rats in recent days. Does the boss have any medicine to kill rats?"

"I don't have rat poison here, but..."

The drugstore owner lifted his drooping eyelids, looked at the thin young man in front of him, and said tentatively: "However, I do have some arsenic here. If you want it, take it."

"Can you poison the rats?" Ming Lan continued to ask without changing her expression.

Hearing this, the owner of the pharmacy completely let go of his worries about Minglan, laughed, and said casually: "This thing, let alone a mouse, even a strong man can take a pill."

Ming Lan nodded, and asked the pharmacy owner for some arsenic.

Before leaving, the owner of the pharmacy specifically asked him to keep the arsenic in a safe place. If someone else swallowed it by mistake, he would really die.

The author says:

From this chapter on, all the staff will be serious about their careers!

How will Minglan's poison be used in "No Prize Guessing"?

A. There are too many "real" mice, which are used to eliminate mice;

B. Poisoned the old bustard to death, I have long seen her unhappy;

C. I am very curious about poison, and I am going to taste it myself (does anyone really choose C?);

D.自行脑补填空感谢在2022-08-0917:43:53-2022-08-1017:33:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of braised cat cat head;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!