The counter in the store was as tall as an adult, and Yang Zhen couldn't reach it even if she stretched her neck. He was not in a hurry. There happened to be a woman pawning something at this time, so he became a spectator.
The woman pawned a silver-white hairpin. After the pawn shop's Chao Feng appraised it, he gave a number. Although the woman was reluctant, she had no choice but to accept it due to Chao Feng's insistence.
After the woman left, a middle-aged man with a goatee stuck out from the counter and stared at Yang Zhen.
"Whose doll are you? Where are your adults?"
Yang Zhen hurriedly straightened her clothes, stood up straight and bowed her hands: "Sir, I am a foreigner. I encountered a rat plague..."
Yang Zhen applied Tie Zhu's experience to herself. Except for the age difference, everything else was the same as Tie Zhu's story.
"Since both your parents are dead, why didn't the government arrange for you to live in the same family?" This Chaofeng was also very knowledgeable about these matters.
This is not easy to fool! Yang Zhen wondered in her mind, if she admitted to going to a house, how would she explain now that she had run away?
"Young man doesn't want to be a slave in a wealthy family." Yang Zhen replied bravely.
"Haha," Chao Feng smiled: "How old are you?"
"Twelve years old!" Yang Zhen replied loudly.
"Twelve years old? It doesn't look like it? I think you are less than ten years old!"
"Sir, I am really twelve years old. How about you look at me..."
Yang Zhen had already seen a round stone pillar beside the threshold. She walked over and took a sharp breath. The stone pillar, which weighed at least fifty kilograms, was lifted off the ground by Yang Zhen's hands.
Yang Zhen hugged Shi Dunzi and took two steps, then put him back where he was. His face remained unchanged and he was out of breath.
"Uncle, look, can a ten-year-old have such strength? I'm not afraid of your jokes. I'm actually thirteen, and I'm a bit slow to grow. I'm considered younger for my age!"
As a salesperson in her previous life, Yang Zhen was not breathless when it came to cheating, and her clear eyes looked at Chao Feng with incomparable sincerity.
"Oh..." Na Chaofeng protracted, and I don't know whether he believed it or not: "Let me ask you, even if our shopkeeper is willing to keep you, do you have a household registration and a guarantor?"
"Household registration? Guarantor?"
"Yes! The guarantor cannot be just anyone. He must be a good citizen with a clean financial background in the city, and he must have the signature of the mayor. Can you provide these things?"
Guarantor? Yang Zhen immediately thought of Grandma Chen's family, maybe this could be done. But where to change the household registration?
"I fled, of course I didn't have a household registration." Yang Zhen said with her head lowered.
Just when he thought that this matter was going to be scandalous and that he would most likely be driven away, Chaofeng walked out from behind the counter, walked up to Yang Zhen, and looked at him carefully, as if he was looking at something private. The quality is average.
Yang Zhen felt uncomfortable, so Chao Feng came over with a smile: "If you don't have household registration, you can apply for a replacement. It's even easier to find a guarantor. This little brother, I have a suggestion here. Do you want to listen to it..."
"Sir, please speak." Yang Zhen took a small step back.
Na Chao Feng lightly twirled his goatee: "My master is a kind-hearted man and has a fortune of tens of millions. There are not only several shops in this city, but also thousands of fertile fields in the countryside. My master likes children the most... I think my little brother is talented and smart. , and you still have a lot of strength, why don’t you adopt an adopted son with our master?”
"Yoshiko?"
"Yes, I have been with the master for many years, and I know what he wants. He will definitely be satisfied with a child like you. If you become an adopted son, you will eat and drink in the future..."
"Do you have enough food and clothing, and are you still taught how to read?" Yang Zhen suddenly asked.
"Yes!" Chao Feng applauded, "As long as you have the desire to learn, of course I will teach you well."
"Next year, will I still ask an immortal to check whether I have spiritual roots?"
"Yes, you..." Chao Feng looked at Yang Zhen in shock.
"If it is finally discovered that I have no spiritual roots, will I become a slave in the future?" Yang Zhen continued to ask, with a sneer on her lips.
"This..." Chao Feng was speechless.
If I hadn't listened to Tie Zhu's story last night, I would have really believed you! You old liar!
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After coming out of the pawn shop, Yang Zhen looked for several more shops, but the results were the same. Either they think he is young, or they have to provide a guarantee of household registration, or they get him to agree in the name of adopting an adopted son. Yang Zhen couldn't understand why these people didn't recruit slaves directly, but had to pretend to be adopted sons first. Tiezhu's experience told him that this was a pit, and he was unwilling to jump into it unless he had to.
"Even if I want to be an adopted son, I have to find a kind family." Yang Zhen thought as she walked.
In front of it is a herbal medicine shop, with a plaque hanging high in the middle. People come and go in front of the door from time to time.
Although there was little hope, Yang Zhen walked in.
When I walked into the front hall, I saw people getting medicine, waiting for medicine, and buying pills. The whole place was busy but not chaotic and very quiet. The sound of banging the hammer and smashing medicine with a copper pestle sounded rhythmically. An old doctor sitting in the hall was diagnosing the pulse of an old man, and his voice was very low.
Yang Zhen didn't know who to look for for a while. He glanced around and waited quietly next to the doctor sitting in the hall.
The doctor who was sitting in the hall finished prescribing the prescription for the old man, stretched his waist, and looked up at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was about to speak when she saw the doctor suddenly stood up, with surprise and joy on his face, and suddenly laughed loudly:
"It's you! You woke up! Haha, I said you would wake up. Quickly, give me the money you owe me!"
"Old sir, have we met before?"
Yang Zhen's voice trembled slightly. If this old doctor had met him before, would he also know his identity?
"Of course I've seen it. Five days ago, you were lying here. At that time, your face and lips were blue, your limbs were cold, and you didn't know what was going on. Others said there was no cure. But I, Wu Lianggeng, have been practicing medicine for half my life. What kind of disease have I not seen? It's just syncope due to Yang deficiency. That’s all, why can’t it be cured?”
This Wu doctor was very proud of himself, and he was obviously very confident in his medical skills.
He pointed at Yang Zhen and faced the crowd gathered around him:
"Look, if I take that prescription, won't I wake up now? By the way, my little friend is here this time, but he has to make up for the medical fee he owes me..."
"What's the medical fee?" Yang Zhen felt dizzy after hearing this.
"You don't know?" Wu Litang looked behind Yang Zhen suspiciously, "Where is your companion? He is the child with a bruised face. At that time, you didn't have enough money for medical treatment, so I kindly agreed to give him part of it on credit, saying it was you Give it to me when you wake up... If you don’t bring any money, then what are you doing here?”
Tie Zhu actually took him to see a doctor! Yang Zhen was shocked, how did he get here?
"Can I ask how much you paid on credit?"
"The consultation fee is five silver coins, and the medicine price is thirty silver coins. You have paid enough for the medicine. The consultation fee is only more than one hundred copper coins, and I am still short of more than three hundred copper coins!"
"So much money!"
"That's not too much! Little baby, our Baekje Hall has always been compassionate and helpful to the world. Seeing that you didn't have much money at that time, you tried to prescribe the medicines as cheaply as possible, but there were a few main ingredients that you couldn't spare. Thirty silver coins is really not much to snatch you back from the King of Hell!"
"But...my brother, how can he get it together?"
"I gave him one day to go back and get the money. I heard that he even went to a pawn shop to pawn something..."
Wu Zuotang was still chattering, but Yang Zhen couldn't listen anymore and felt panicked in her heart. He seemed to see a green-faced boy, carrying a child on his back, walking step by step from the mountain to this city and this medicine shop. Then, he returned to the Taoist temple, took out all the change he had accumulated in his private collection, as well as various valuable things, ran down the mountain, came to the pawn shop, counted the coins one by one, and handed them all over to the pharmacy. In the end, the money was still not enough, and the young man begged...
No wonder he went begging again, but he really had no money left!
Tiezhu, if I can stand out in this life, I will make sure you have enough food and clothing!
Yang Zhen clenched her fists and swore secretly.
