The fire flows in the seventh month, the eighth month is still young, and the clothes are given in the ninth month.
As September enters, the weather gradually turns cooler, some leaves on the trees turn yellow and fall, and pedestrians on the street wear autumn clothes.
Only Xu Ling was still wearing a thin summer coat.
Otherwise, summer clothes are cheaper than autumn clothes.
He sniffed, feeling the dryness and coolness in the September air, and felt that this was a good time to sell Qiuli paste.
So he walked along the street, holding a bamboo pole, clearing his throat and shouting: "Secret recipe handed down from ancestors, secret not passed down by the palace. Does your child have a cough in autumn? Is his throat dry? Come and try Chuanbei Cough Cream, it can moisten the lungs and calm the lungs." It can be used to relieve asthma, promote fluid production and quench thirst, and can be eaten by the elderly, pregnant women and children!"
"No effect, money back!"
Xu Ling shouted over and over again. It has to be said that the advertising slogans in the previous life are still a bit lethal in this era, especially such straightforward and exaggerated propaganda.
As long as Xu Ling shouted without blushing, there would always be people who were sick and seeking medical attention to talk to him.
Xu Ling didn't know what the alley he walked into was. He was shouting to himself, thinking that if he couldn't sell it today, he would try his luck near Lingbao Temple. Qiuli ointment will not go bad and can be stored in space for a long time.
The wooden door with peeling vermilion paint suddenly opened behind him. Someone poked his head out, looked at it again and again, stopped Xu Ling and said, "Hey, what are you selling?"
Xu Ling turned around and saw a man not much older than him.
Immediately Dui smiled and said: "Guest, what I sell is a secret recipe handed down from our ancestors. It is specially designed to treat children's coughs, moisten the lungs and relieve asthma, and relieve the burden on the body."
"What is it? Can the elderly use it?"
There was a trace of sadness on the man's face.
Xu Ling walked over, opened the cork at the mouth of the jar, and showed him, "You can try Chuanbei cough ointment. If it doesn't work, there's no charge."
The man was a little skeptical, "Really?"
Xu Ling slapped his chest loudly, "It doesn't work, no money!"
The man opened the wooden door doubtfully, "Then come in."
Xu Ling followed him into the courtyard. The courtyard was square and neatly tidied. On the left was a vegetable garden with a few chickens, and on the right was a well and a place where firewood was piled.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and then he saw that there were residues of medicine beside the well.
Realize in your heart.
After following the man into the main room, a bamboo curtain on the left side was opened, and the smell of Chinese medicine became more obvious.
At the same time, Xu Ling also heard coughs one after another.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." An old woman with gray hair was lying on the bed, her face covered with grooves. She lay on the bedside and coughed heartily, trying to cough up the phlegm, but she was allowed to cough up blood. , which is also illegal.
A woman patted her back and muttered something. Seeing the man leading Xu Ling in, she quickly asked the woman to bring a bowl.
Xu Ling glanced at the house. The doors and windows were closed, there was a charcoal fire burning, and the air was turbid.
"Is the old lady sick?"
"Yes, since the beginning of autumn, I suddenly developed a cold. I asked the doctor to see me for several days, but my cough has not gone away."
"The weather is dry in autumn, and lung diseases are even more difficult to get better." Xu Ling didn't know anything about medicine, and what he said was just a few words from experience. When the woman brought the bowl, he scooped two spoons of Qiuli ointment from the jar and poured it in. Go in, mix it with warm water, hand it to the man, "Let her drink it and try it."
In fact, Xu Ling himself was a little worried, fearing that this thing wouldn't work.
But a dead horse is treated as a live horse doctor.
The man sat on the bedside, and the woman quickly went up to help.
"Mom, open your mouth."
The old woman moaned in pain, the sound was as rough and uncomfortable as sandpaper, and she drank the sugar water her son fed her obediently.
I kept coughing during the process.
The room smelled really bad, so Xu Ling turned around and opened the small window behind him, letting in a stream of fresh air.
"Ahem, cough... spittoon..."
The old woman coughed a big mouthful and spit it out, and her voice suddenly became clear like a frosted window being opened.
"Hey? I can cough it up!" The old woman was very excited. She felt that her chest, which had been suffering from long-term pain, suddenly felt lighter and cool. This was not her imagination, because Xu Ling was still in the Qiuli ointment. Added some mint.
Xu Ling turned around and said with a smile: "Guest, your mother's illness is wind chill caused by the sudden change in temperature in the season. Although she cannot be exposed to the wind, it is best to open the window for an hour during the hottest time every day, and supplement it with my Chuanbei Cough Cream. If you drink it for ten days and a half, the disease will probably be cured."
When the man saw that Qiuli ointment was really useful, he looked overjoyed and said "good" several times in a row, "Then let me buy a can and give it a try. How much does it cost?"
"This can weighs about a kilogram, and the price is 480 Wen. If you buy two cans, I'll give you a cheaper price, 900 Wen for two cans."
"How much? It's only one tael of silver!" the woman said dissatisfiedly, "Your mother is sick, and our family is almost empty! You also said that you would send Egg to study next year!" She started to cry.
Xu Ling felt a little embarrassed when he felt involved in other people's house chores.
The man was also a little embarrassed. He pulled the woman to sit aside and cursed: "If my mother didn't weave and make clothes at home all day long, how would you get the money to send Dan to study!?"
"Then she has spent all this money, and won't the disease be cured soon?" The woman thought to herself, since her mother-in-law doesn't have a cough anymore, why spend more money on it?
Xu Ling shook his head helplessly and said: "If this medicine is so effective, I will change my name to Xu Banxian. It only works temporarily. If I don't drink it for ten days and a half to moisten my lungs and relieve asthma, I'm afraid my cough will still not stop." living."
Seeing that the woman still couldn't understand the importance, he persuaded her earnestly: "I see that the smell of medicine in your home is very strong. It's only September and you are lighting a charcoal fire, buying medicine and firewood, and delaying your mother-in-law's weaving time. Don’t you need money? If she can recover as soon as possible, wouldn’t you also be able to worry less? "
The woman was still sitting at the foot of the bed crying. She closed her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking. The man was persuaded and quickly went to get the money and bought two cans of Qiuli ointment.
Xu Ling explained some more matters and left the house.
Continue to walk through the streets and shout about buying and selling.
Not long after, someone called him again.
Only this time, it was the boy in the family who got sick.
The child's grandparents all stood guard in front of the bed, asking Xu Ling anxiously over and over again. It wasn't until they drank a bowl of sugary water that the child's cough became less severe and his eyebrows became more relaxed, that they felt relieved.
Even when I heard that a jar of Qiuli ointment cost 480 Wen, I didn’t feel any distress and just ordered two jars.
Next, Xu Ling walked into one house after another.
Some people thought it was too expensive and were reluctant to pay for it. Seeing that drinking it for free was useful, they drove him away.
No one in the family was sick, and they found that this stuff was as sweet as sugar and had the effect of moisturizing the lungs, so they simply bought it.
It was just that there were so many people, and the sharp contrast between the old and the young made Xu Ling feel a little emotional.
Why do people in the world prefer children, but have a lot of disdain and concern for elders who work hard and have no complaints? .
