"Master Zhu Junqi, disciple Zhao Lin nodded. We have been apart for several months. I miss you very much..."
Zhao Lin spread out the rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write a letter to his master Zhu Huaishan.
This world is in the same line as the previous Chinese civilization, and it also pays attention to respecting teachers and ethics.
Zhu Huaishan was his leader in martial arts and took good care of him in all aspects.
Seeing that Master's birthday was approaching, I wrote a letter to express my feelings.
Zhao Lin's handwriting is not good-looking, but when writing a letter to Master, it is not easy to find someone to write it for you. You have to make a rough draft first, and then write it down one stroke at a time.
He wrote down his experiences in the Dance Elephant Academy and his martial arts progress in the letter.
After writing, I dried the ink, put it in an envelope, sealed it with wax, put it in my arms, and went out and walked down the mountain.
Zhao Lin had not gone down the mountain for several days, so he planned to go to the city to visit his parents and send this letter by the way.
Before sending the letter, you also need to buy some medicinal materials as a birthday gift.
Stone Archway, Xuanwu Medicine Hall.
Zhao Lin walked into the hall, and a green-shirted waiter came forward and greeted: "Sir, what do you want to buy?"
Zhao Lin looked around casually and asked, "Do you have any medicine to maintain your cultivation?"
When a warrior in the blood realm reaches his seventies, his qi and blood will decline seriously, his cultivation will experience an irreversible decline, and he will eventually fall to the air realm.
It is very difficult to maintain a state of mind by practicing alone. Only taking medicinal materials that replenish qi and blood can slow down this process.
Practicing martial arts is expensive. Not only does it cost a lot of money to advance when you are young, but it also costs a lot of money to maintain your dignity when you are old.
So as long as you start practicing martial arts, you will start giving money to pharmacies.
The waiter understood as soon as he heard it and asked: "Is your guest going to send an elder away? I wonder how old is your elder? How is your cultivation level?"
"Almost eighty, blood realm."
Zhao Linyan said concisely and comprehensively.
Zhu Huaishan never mentioned his age, but Zhao Lin could roughly calculate it based on the few words he said.
"Okay, sir, please come with me."
The waiter took Zhao Lin to the right side of the hall, pointed to the shelf and said: "At this age, taking Baisui Dan and Qianjin Wubu San are the two most suitable medicines, and they are also the best-selling ones in our store."
Zhao Lin had done his homework before coming and knew these two prescriptions, and asked: "What's the price?"
The waiter said without thinking: "The Hundred-year-old Pill is sold in boxes. A box contains thirty pills, which can last for a month and cost thirty taels of silver."
"A pair of Thousand Gold and Five Budding Powders is worth two taels every three days."
It's really expensive...
Zhao Lin cursed in his heart, adding the two medicines together, it would be fifty taels a month.
"I am a disciple of the Xingyun Sect. Do I have a discount?"
The waiter nodded and said, "Yes, Xingyun Sect disciples can get a 95% discount on medicines that cost more than one hundred taels, and a 10% discount for medicines that cost more than five hundred taels."
"Can it be cheaper?"
"I'm really sorry, it's already the lowest. People outside the sect don't get any discount when buying medicine."
Zhao Lin thought for a while and said, "Then buy three months' supply!"
I originally wanted to buy it for half a year, but because it was my first time to mail something, I was worried about an accident, so I bought less.
"Okay, Sir, please show me the sect's jade plaque."
Zhao Lin handed over the jade sign. The waiter raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the flying elephant on the jade sign, and quickly called the waiter to get the medicine.
Half an hour later, Zhao Lin arrived at the post office in the north of the city.
The post office is located two miles outside the city. It is a small house with a quite spacious yard. It is filled with various letters and items.
The Dai Viet Dynasty had a vast territory. In order to strengthen connections between various places, basically every city had a post office, and fast horses shuttled there every day.
The post office only sends letters and small parcels. If it is valuables or large goods, you can only ask an escort to escort them.
There were not many people in the post office, only seven or eight people waiting in line. There were two clerks sitting behind the table, and a steward was gesticulating next to them.
"What do you have in this bag? It's so heavy! It can't be mailed, so take it back!"
"Master Steward, please help me to accommodate. If not, I will take half of it."
"Half of it won't work, don't be nagging me..."
As soon as Zhao Lin walked into the yard, he saw the steward yelling at the people who came to send things, and he couldn't help but frowned.
The steward was in his thirties, wearing a short robe with a coiled collar. He was of medium height, with a stout build and a pair of bow-legged legs.
The facial features are very distinctive: the eyebrow arch is very shallow, the nose is large and straight, the eyes are narrow and long, and the hair on the forehead is shaved smoothly.
This appearance reminded Zhao Lin of the nomads in his previous life.
"These Wushu people are really nothing!"
The old man standing in front of Zhao Lin muttered in a very low voice, with dissatisfaction in his tone.
Wushu people?
Hearing these three words, Zhao Lin's heart moved.
The main ethnic group of the Dayue Dynasty was called the Central Plains people, while the Wushu people were a powerful tribe in the north of Dayue. They lived as nomads. The word "Shu" is pronounced "bamboo" and they have a long history.
Zhao Lin learned from the history books he had read that a long time ago, the Central Plains peoples and the nomadic tribes often fought at war. But the strange thing is that in the past thousand years, there have been basically no major wars between the two sides.
"It's strange. In the previous life, the two sides fought back and forth for thousands of years. How come they are in peace here?"
Zhao Lin felt that this did not make sense, but the reason was not written in the book, and even when he asked other people, they could not explain clearly.
This question has been lingering in his mind. Zhao Lin thought of this question again when he saw the Wushu people with his own eyes today.
"Old man, did you just say that the manager was a Wushu?"
Zhao Lin patted the old man's shoulder and asked in a low voice.
"ah!"
The old man was startled. He didn't expect that what he just muttered would be heard by Zhao Lin. Seeing that he was a young man under twenty, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Have you never seen a Wushu person? Have you just come to Yanzhou?"
"It's true that Xiaosheng just came to Yanzhou and this is the first time I'm seeing him."
The old man glanced ahead and whispered: "Seeing that you are also from the Central Plains, I will tell you what to say."
"When I was young, our post offices in Yongning City were all run by people from the Central Plains. The charges were not expensive and the attitudes were good. Starting about twenty years ago, for some reason, they were all suddenly replaced by Wushu people."
"These people are unreasonable in what they do, and the money they charge is expensive. Huh, barbarians are barbarians!"
“In the past few years, even many car dealers and chambers of commerce in the city have been hired by them.”
The old man seemed quite dissatisfied with this matter and kept pouring out his bitterness.
Zhao Lin pretended to be surprised and said: "There is also this matter. This is the first time I have heard of it. Doesn't anyone care about it?"
The old man curled his lips and said, "The imperial court doesn't care, and Yongning City doesn't care even though it's right under the nose of Xingyun Sect. It's really..."
At this point, the old man suddenly noticed Zhao Lin's dress and immediately stopped talking.
Zhao Lin thanked him, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
The people in front finished their tasks one after another, and after a while, it was Zhao Lin's turn.
Manager Wu Shu glanced at Zhao Lin's training clothes and became a little more polite, but only a little polite.
Picking up the packaged medicinal materials, he weighed them and said, "It costs twenty taels to send a letter. These things count as ten taels."
Zhao Lin raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it so expensive?"
Wu Shu, the manager, said carelessly: "Yingzhou is thousands of miles away from here, and eating horse chews is money..."
(End of chapter)
