That night.
The candlelight swayed, Xu Ling sat on the wooden chair with his arms folded, his head bit by bit, and fell asleep like this.
A cough suddenly woke him up. He opened his eyes in a daze, looked around, and found that he was still in the medicine hall.
Fan Shiqing, who was lying on the bed, also woke up.
He opened his eyes weakly and couldn't stop coughing. Xu Ling stepped forward to help him sit up and helped him along his back.
"Old man, why did you become a beggar?"
Xu Ling opened his mouth and poked Fan Shiqing in the heart.
Not far away, the medicine boy was nestled in another small bed. When he heard the noise, he just turned over, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, smacked his lips, and continued to sleep.
Fan Shiqing grinned silently: "Boy, I thought you didn't dare to come back."
Xu Ling chuckled, let him lie down, poured him a cup of hot water, and helped him drink it.
"Why don't I dare?"
It was sheer bad luck that Xu Ling was put on death row. The government did not investigate the case seriously. Secondly, few people had seen Xu Ling. His affairs were not well-known in the city. The scalded man made a big fuss, including the death of a county magistrate and the robbery of the Lin family and the Wei family. ship, what story is not more telling than Xu Ling’s story?
After Xu Ling figured it out, he wasn't afraid anymore. He has never killed anyone, and he is not afraid of slanting shadows.
Fan Shiqing smiled and his eyes dimmed.
Xu Ling asked him, "I didn't see you when I came out that day. Have you gone home?"
"I have lost my home a long time ago."
"I just wanted to take a look." Fan Shiqing muttered.
"Then what are you going to do in the future?"
The autumn wind blew outside the window, banging against the wooden windows, and the cold wind came in through the gaps, making Fan Shiqing shiver.
He looked out the window at the dark night.
"Boy, what did you do to save me? I should have gone down long ago."
It's a pity that he has a hard life. He has been on death row for so many years and still can't die.
Xu Ling rolled his eyes, "Die, die, what's the good of dying? If I don't save you, you will die on the street and there won't even be anyone to collect your body."
"Old man, do you know how much it cost me to treat you?" Xu Ling looked pained.
This shady doctor’s medical skills are really good, but his fees are also really high!
A full eight taels of silver! ! Eight taels!
Xu Ling almost wanted to leave Fan Shiqing here and run away.
The doctor at Yongchundang is named Chai Yanjun. It is said that his medical skills are among the best in Lingbao Town.
Xu Ling witnessed with his own eyes that he rescued Fan Shiqing from dying.
Most of these eight taels were used to buy Sixian Tang. Seeing that Xu Ling wanted to run away, Chai Yanjun broke off his medicine soup for him, which was full of genuine good medicine.
What ginseng, ephedra, astragalus...
It is best used to extend your life and protect yourself.
Xu Ling didn't have enough money, so he had no choice but to leave his wallet and Fan Shiqing in the medicine hall, and then went to the dental shop to find someone. He first put the double-sided brocade handkerchief on consignment at the cloth shop, and then he collected the money for medicine before dark.
Otherwise, the old man Fan Shiqing would be thrown out by Chai Yanjun with his bed.
If it weren't for Fan Shiqing today, Xu Ling could at most give him something to eat and drink so that he wouldn't die in front of him.
Since it was Fan Shiqing, the two of them had experienced life and death together, and now they spent eight taels of silver to save his life. He should earn the money back no matter what!
Fan Shiqing was looking at Xu Ling's eyes and felt a little creepy.
"I...I don't have the money to pay you back!"
"No money? If you don't have money, just use yourself to pay off the debt."
Xu Ling adhered to the principle of making the best use of people and reasoned with Fan Shiqing.
"Old man, look at you. You were a scholar in the past. How could you still starve to death after studying hard for so many years?"
Fan Shiqing's eyes dimmed a little, "If I am really capable, I won't be just a scholar."
"You also know that I have a pair of twin brothers and sisters at home who are very smart. Is it feasible for you to go to my home and teach them how to read and write?"
Fan Shiqing shook his head: "I don't have much ability, I'm just afraid that I will mislead others."
This damn old man really wants to die, and he can't get enough oil and salt!
Xu Ling remained silent, quietly opened the door and went out, finding the kitchen of the medicine hall. After a while, a burst of fragrance hit his nostrils, causing Fan Shiqing on the bed to swallow his saliva.
Xu Ling has no cooking skills, but he can heat food!
The specialty snacks bought from Quanzhou will not go bad even if you put them in space. Xu Ling chopped the salted duck into small pieces, added water to boil it in an earthen pot, picked some cabbage from the space and put it in, and finally sprinkled it with chopped green onion.
When they brought it back to the house, even the sleeping medicine boy was awakened by the fragrance. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "What are you eating? It smells so good."
As for Fan Shiqing, he can no longer speak. Like a mute dog who hasn't had a good meal in eight hundred years, he finally sees something delicious and doesn't even need to speak to express it. He can clearly see the barking and the longing in his eyes.
"I borrowed your master's medicine jar to cook some rice. You want to eat some too?"
After speaking to the medicine boy, he scooped up a bowl of soup and approached Fan Shiqing with it.
Fan Shiqing's neck almost stretched out like a swan.
Xu Ling crossed his legs leisurely and blew on the clear soup from the white porcelain spoon.
"Boy, give me a taste." Fan Shiqing begged humbly.
Xu Ling glanced at him sideways, "Don't you want to live anymore?"
"Eat this before you die!"
Xu Ling didn't answer.
Fan Shiqing was hungry. Sixian Tang could prolong his life, but it couldn't fill his stomach.
He hasn't had a good meal in seventeen years!
The prisoners in the death row only eat swill, and only two steamed buns are served as a beheading meal before they die. The night he escaped from the death row, Xu Ling bought a table of food and wine from the jailer to finally satisfy his hunger for meat.
It's a pity that he couldn't keep those good things. After he left quietly, he drank so much in the second half of the night that his knees and feet became weak and he became a dying beggar on the street.
"You..." Fan Shiqing's throat went dry. He knew Xu Ling was forcing him, but he hadn't held a pen or read a book in seventeen years. He was a failure in the imperial examination. He is a complete failure. How can he be worthy of Xu Ling's life-saving grace and still shamelessly teach his younger brothers and sisters?
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.
The medicine boy got out of bed with his shoes on and hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a bowl. He happily served the soup and drank it. He ate the duck meat and ate it. It was so delicious that Fan Shiqing was so hungry that he wanted to die.
"I promise you!! Teach your brother to read. Hurry up and give me the bowl!" Fan Shiqing was afraid that the medicine boy would finish the food, so he quickly swallowed it.
Xu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Passing the bowl to the old man, "Eat slowly, there is still a lot."
Fan Shiqing sat cross-legged, not realizing that he was about to die during the day. He hurriedly drank two bowls of soup to cushion his stomach, and then asked Xu Ling to fish for him.
After eating the cabbage, Mr. Wu Zang was no longer so hungry. He felt that he had no desire to ejaculate, so he asked Xu Ling to bring him the warm jar and let him eat.
Xu Ling: "..."
The medicine boy licked his lips with regret, and finally reminded Xu Ling: "These jars and bowls are filled with medicine. When my master sees them tomorrow, he will definitely ask you to pay for them."
After saying that, Shi Shiran went back to bed and continued to sleep.
