Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1258 Must go to see medicine

Although the East Night Market is not as lively during the day as at night, it is still the most prosperous place in Canglang City.

Ji Mei walked into a dumpling restaurant on the street with Huan Zhu on his shoulder.

There is a large account cabinet at the entrance of Miaoji Dumpling Restaurant, and a shopkeeper in his early fifties sits behind the counter.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, holding the abacus in his hand to account.

Because it is not a serious meal time, there are only a few tables of individual customers in the dumpling restaurant.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Shopkeeper Miao raised his head.

Seeing Ji Mei coming in, he hurriedly called out a few guys who were chatting and chatting in the back hall, and helped him to lift the Huan pig on Ji Mei's shoulder.

A clerk brought out a stool and put it in front of the counter, and poured a cup of grass leaf tea for Ji Mei.

Grass leaf tea is not worth much, and it is used casually in many restaurants to deal with customers. It is often boiled in a big pot, and it is ready-made.

Ji Mei picked up the tea bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Putting down the tea bowl and wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he saw the shopkeeper Miao bent down and brought out a small wooden box from under the counter.

Inside the wooden box are ready-made Chinese medicine powders for stopping bleeding and treating wounds, as well as clean old cloth strips.

The shopkeeper of Miaoji Dumpling Restaurant is an old friend of Da Ji Mei Bian's mother who formed a relationship when his mother was still alive.

Back then, the old man of shopkeeper Miao's family passed away suddenly, and there was no time to prepare for the trivial matters.What is particularly urgent is that there are no tailors who are willing to tailor clothes for the dead.

In the end, Ji Mei's mother was not too unlucky, and carefully measured the size for the shopkeeper's old man, and she could make a beautiful shroud for herself.

Since then, shopkeeper Miao has remembered the kindness of Ji Meibian's mother, and every time he sent his staff out of the city on errands, he always brought some dumplings, wine and meat to their mother and son.

Later, when Ji Mei was growing up, he occasionally hunted wild products and sent them to Miaoji Dumpling Restaurant.

After Ji Meibian's mother passed away, shopkeeper Miao deliberately recruited Meibian to come to the dumpling restaurant to make a living, but Ji Meibian declined considering her daughter's inconvenience.

Shopkeeper Miao applied medicine to Ji Mei's arm, and carefully wrapped the wound with cloth strips. When he raised his head, he saw Ji Mei stretching his neck and looking into the East Night Market.

Shopkeeper Miao followed Ji Mei's eyes to look over there, and saw a few men standing on the side of the street with their heads raised, their feet on tiptoes, and their necks stretched long towards the attic.

"Hmph! It's all nonsense! You're so young and don't want to make progress, so you come and stand in broad daylight, what's it like!" Shopkeeper Miao snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man who had carried the Huan pig in just now returned and reported the weight of the pork to shopkeeper Miao.

Shopkeeper Miao flicked the abacus twice, opened the drawer, took out a few pieces of silver and handed them to Ji Mei.He also ordered the staff to wrap a piece of freshly cooked yellow beef in sauce from the back kitchen and stuff it into Ji Mei's hand.

At the end of the day, she walked out of the dumpling restaurant, and shopkeeper Miao leaned out and ordered loudly, "Don't dare to go to that pickled place! Haosheng's house!"

Ji Mei responded and walked down the East Night Market.

When passing by the men standing behind those idiots in the street, Ji Mei couldn't help but glance at the double-open wooden door on the side of the street.

She definitely wouldn't come to this kind of place, it's just pure curiosity.

But seeing the horizontal plaque on the small door, Ji Mei couldn't help but frowned.

Luomei Temple

The name seemed a little distasteful to her.

Probably because of the "Mei" in her name, Ji Mei felt that this name was a bit unlucky.

The thought of being inauspicious brought back Ji Mei's uneasy mood when he was going to pay firewood.

She saw the wound again.

The hand that would hand her a string of silver coins the next day had another wound on its wrist.

It was a fresh wound, and the skin around the wound was still clearly red.

Ji Mei is often injured while hunting. She is very familiar with flesh wounds. The wounds that are about to scab are surrounded by a faint powder, which is the color of new flesh.

Although the wound was carefully hidden in the spacious cuff, Ji Mei saw it sharply.

Why was the owner of that hand hurt?

What trouble did he encounter?
Five years have passed, although Ji Meibian has never spoken to the other party, and the other party has never shown her true face to her.

However, this hand put the sling of money in her hand on time, rain or shine.

It is precisely because of this hand that she has been able to live smoothly and steadily for so many years. Although it is hard work, she has peace in her heart.

This job is a rare grace for a helpless orphan girl like her.

Before he knew it, Ji Mei felt some emotion towards the owner of this hand.

To be precise, it should be a friendship of gratitude.

Therefore, when she noticed that this hand had changed, she couldn't help but silently cared in her heart.

Because she was thinking too seriously, Ji Mei walked forward with her head down, not paying attention to the person walking in front of her, and her shoulder hit the other person heavily.

Ji Mei staggered when she was hit, but she knew that she accidentally bumped into someone while walking with her head down, so she hurriedly said yes, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the person who was hit.

The person who was hit had already walked over and didn't seem to care much.

Looking back, Ji Mei only saw the back of a tall man, wearing a snow-white monk's robe.

Ji Mei froze for a moment.

She felt that the man's back looked familiar, and thought about it carefully, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

Seeing the man walking towards Luomei Temple, Ji Mei couldn't help frowning again, and left quickly.

The person who was accidentally bumped into by Ji Meibian was Zhongkun.

That day in Yemiaozi, only Zhongkun had the least contact with Ji Meibian.

That night, Zhongkun's thoughts were all on Yanyan and Mr. Yumei, and he didn't even look at this down-and-out firewood-cutter boy, let alone talk about it.

Ji Meibian naturally had the least impression of him.

Today Zhongkun came earlier than a few days ago.

A few days ago, he only came out of the inn when it was dark.

Since the suzerain stayed in the inn, she locked herself in the room and never came out.

Although Mr. Yumei came out occasionally, he just sat downstairs for a while holding that strange chess box.

The husband doesn't talk to anyone, and stays in his room the rest of the time.

Bo Chengxian didn't have anything to do, so he led his apprentice An Sheng, who had no talent, to practice.

He didn't even have an apprentice, so he had nothing to do.

Even though he was flustered in idleness, he was traveling with the suzerain after all, so he had to restrain himself in his behavior.

But Zhongkun couldn't bear it anymore today, his heart was burning hot thinking about Miss Bao'er.

Although he didn't know what Miss Bao'er looked like, it didn't stop him from missing her.

Every time he even whispered Miss Bao'er's name in his mouth, he would feel that his throat was astringent and his lips were dry, and he could not wait to hug the person named this name into his arms as soon as he breathed.

Zhongkun knew he was sick, but he didn't want to see a doctor at all.

If he had to be treated, he would have to use Miss Bao'er as medicine!
He lay on the bed, tossed and turned all morning, and finally couldn't control himself anymore and came to Luomei Temple.

He also didn't care what Bo Chengxian would think, not even the suzerain's thoughts.

He just wanted to see Miss Bao'er.

It will kill you if you don't see it!
(End of this chapter)