After that, Liu Niang didn't ask any other questions.
After Xu Ling finished eating, she put away the bowls and chopsticks, told Xu Ling to have a good rest, and then left with an umbrella.
Xu Ling felt dizzy and walked around the house twice to eat. Then he couldn't bear it anymore and climbed into bed again and fell asleep.
I don't know if it was because of the rain and wind today, but Xu Ling's cold showed no signs of getting better. On the second day, it got worse. He was dizzy, had a lot of runny nose and tears, and couldn't eat anything.
Xu Ling slept so dark that he gradually woke up when he heard Liu Niang's anxious shouting.
"Brother Xu, open the door quickly, I've called the doctor!"
Xu Ling's legs became weak and he pushed himself to open the door, "Liu Niang..."
Liu Niang cried anxiously, "Brother Xu, are you okay?"
Xu Ling was pushed back to the bed by her. The doctor with a goatee took his pulse, said a few words of unknown meaning, and wrote a prescription for Liu Niang to buy medicine. He had to boil the medicine three times a day and stay out of the wind and cold to get well. Hurry up.
"My money is all in the baggage. You can look for it and pay it to the doctor." Xu Ling pointed to the baggage at the foot of the bed and asked Liu Niang to help pay the money. After the doctor left, Liu Niang lay on the bedside of his bed and said: "Brother Xu, I'm going to buy medicine for you right now. Just keep insisting."
Xu Ling wanted to make fun of her, but it was just an illness, not that serious, and it couldn't kill anyone.
But then he thought about it, this was ancient times, and if he was really unlucky, a cold wind might kill him.
Xu Ling was actually a little afraid to come.
He coughed for a long time, stopped Liu Niang who was about to go out, and asked her to find someone and ask if there was anyone who went to Qinghe Town. If anyone there knew about Lianhuawanzi, could they send him a message home.
If he really died, he should leave something for the Xu family.
Liu Niang heard what he meant and said with a straight face: "I won't go. You have a minor illness and you will be fine tomorrow. How can it be so serious? I will go pick up medicine for you right now. Just lie down and rest." .”
After she finished speaking, she seriously ignored Xu Ling, went out on her own, and bolted the door from the outside.
Xu Ling didn't know how long it had been before Liu Niang came back. He was feeling dizzy with fever and could only hear people busying around, coming in and out, and running around.
There was quite a lot of movement.
After an unknown amount of time, someone helped him sit up and put medicine into his mouth.
After Xu Ling drank the medicine, he fell asleep again.
When he woke up again, the evening sun outside was just right, shining into the house through the bamboo forest, and the dancing bamboo shadows were reflected on the stone slabs.
Liu Niang was humming a song and was drying clothes on the bamboo pole outside.
"Liu Niang?"
"Hey! Brother Xu! You're awake!"
Liu Niang ran in in surprise. She wiped the sweat on her face and smiled very happily.
"Liu Niang, what day is it today? How long have I been sick?"
"Today is September 13th. Brother Xu, you have been sick for two days. How do you feel now?" Liu Niang said as she walked over and put her hand on Xu Ling's forehead to test the temperature in a natural manner. She did not feel at all that this was Something is wrong.
Xu Ling was shocked to realize that she seemed to have gone too far towards him.
He quickly dodged her hand and said, "I feel a lot better. Isn't Brother Wang back yet? I'm sorry to trouble you to take care of me these days."
Liu Niang pursed her lips and cursed: "Don't mention him. He took the money from the tea shop a few days ago and went to fool around somewhere. He hasn't come back yet."
Then he turned his anger into joy and teased Xu Ling: "Brother Xu, I've done more than just taking care of you these past two days. Guess what else I've helped you with?"
Xu Ling leaned on the bedside, looked around the room slightly, and said with a smile, "Is it possible that you helped me sell cough cream?"
Liu Niang's almond-shaped eyes widened: "How do you know?"
Xu Ling pointed to the corner of the wall. He had put twenty cans of Qiuli ointment outside, which were almost empty now.
There is no way Liu Niang stole it and sold it, otherwise she wouldn't have told herself this.
"Hey, you are so smart. I can't hide it from you," Liu Niang explained. "The horse dealer came to me again last time, but he came to apologize to me. He was afraid that I would report him to the police and he would You begged me to forgive him, but I embarrassed him and asked him to buy your cough cream."
The horse dealer was still a little reluctant. Who knew that he came again yesterday and asked Liu Niang if she still had Qiuli paste, and he wanted to ask for more.
Liu Niang sold Xu Ling the Qiuli ointment he had stored in his room.
"I have saved all this money for you. After deducting the money for asking the doctor to pick up the medicine, the rest is here."
Liu Niang pushed the bundle of money to Xu Ling's side. Xu Ling opened it and did not count it in detail, but picked out a broken piece of silver and handed it to Liu Niang.
"Liu Niang, you have worked hard to take care of me these days. Without you, I don't know if I would still be alive. This money is my little care."
Liu Niang said angrily: "Brother Xu, I take care of you wholeheartedly, is it just for the money?"
Her apricot eyes were filled with affection. Under Xu Ling's gaze, she couldn't help but turn her head. The butterfly on the silver hairpin swayed, and her face became hot. She muttered in a low voice: "It's really uninteresting."
Xu Ling was dumbfounded.
It's not that he didn't expect this situation.
But this is too strange...
Xu Ling was at a loss and simply said: "Otherwise, if you and I cooperate, I will make more cough creams and sell them in your tea shop on consignment. For every jar you sell, I will give you a commission."
Liu Niang glared at him angrily: "That's it?"
Xu Ling was speechless for a long time. Otherwise, what else could he do?
Liu Niang groaned and couldn't speak for a long time.
"Idiot!" She blushed and ran out, leaving Xu Ling alone in the room.
Xu Ling had two heads and two heads. He was just sick, so he got out of bed and walked around on his own. But Liu Niang still cooked a meal and brought it to him so that he could have enough food and clothing. Even the places in the house that he didn't notice were tidied up. It's clean.
As soon as the tea shop in Liu Niang's front yard was idle, she ran to Xu Ling's yard.
I don’t know where Wang Zhu went, and I haven’t seen him come back.
Xu Ling was afraid that things would go wrong. Although he was grateful for Liu Niang's caring care, when he recovered from his illness, he couldn't wait to go out and sell Qiuli ointment in the streets.
Just two days later, it will be September 15th.
People in Lingbao Town still go to Lingbao Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and Xu Ling has also transformed from a pear vendor to a drug seller with ancestral secret recipes.
Xu Ling carefully set up a stall with warm water and bamboo cups for people to try.
Since ancient times, the concept of being a bastard if you don't take advantage has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and this place is no exception.
Many people tried Xu Ling's Qiuli Paste and found it refreshing and cool. Their lungs seemed to lighten suddenly, and they felt as comfortable as if they had been washed by rain. In addition, Qiuli Paste is sweet and delicious, and is suitable for all ages. As expected, Xu Ling's business boomed again.
Mid-September is the peak season for pears to ripen, and the vendors selling pears at the foot of the mountain still imitate Xu Ling's example, engraving and printing on pears.
But Xu Ling easily changed the track and his profits doubled dozens of times!
