I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 46 Murder...

At the end of the song, people dispersed, and the study was classified as quiet.

The fat shopkeeper raised his hand and tapped Zhan Feiyu twice on the forehead, "Don't say you didn't understand the hint the old man gave you, why are you mixing in?"

Although Zhan Feiyu has a talent for reading, he has been in school for less than half a year and comes from a poor background, but Zhang Tianhao is the only son of Zhang Xiucai in Hongyuan Private School.

Zhang Xiucai is not only talking about the government and the county, but also those wealthy merchants have a close relationship with him. In the future, if Zhan Feiyu wants to take the imperial examination, Zhang Xiucai will be troublesome if he messes up.

"That book wasn't torn up by Mei Tongsheng, I just told the truth." Zhan Feiyu grinned, showing his little white teeth, looking innocent and innocent.

The fat shopkeeper glared angrily and made a gesture of hitting someone.

Zhan Feiyu giggled and took two steps forward, took out money from his purse and slapped it on the counter, "Today's paper is cheaper, I'll satisfy your old curiosity!"

The fat shopkeeper has been running Wenxing Study for many years, but he just didn't think of it, but he understands it, and pointed at Zhan Feiyu with a smile, "Master Lin has accepted a good disciple."

Although it was an old grudge, the fat shopkeeper remembered that Zhang Xiucai used means to force Mr. Lin away, so that he could not open a private school in the county.

There are some things that can only be understood and cannot be described. Zhan Feiyu smiled silently. She had planned to read in the study. Out of the corner of the eye, she glanced at the door and saw an old woman in ragged clothes huddled outside the study door. At first glance Like a begging old woman.

"Grandpa shopkeeper, I won't read books today, I'll go buy some silk flowers and snacks." As soon as Zhan Feiyu said these joking words, the fat shopkeeper shook his head with a smile.

The things on South Street are of good quality and low price. The bluestone streets are full of small stalls selling food and food. The hawkers are shouting enthusiastically.

Zhan Feiyu walked out of the study with a knife of jute paper in his arms. The old woman immediately stood up straight, squinted her eyes and took a few steps forward, leaning on crutches.

"Hey, look at the road!" The passer-by who was almost knocked down by the old woman said dissatisfiedly, but seeing her dirty appearance, she admitted that she was unlucky and gave way to the side.

"Little girl." The old woman raised her head, her face was vicissitudes of life, and she said in a hoarse voice, "You will do well, and give me a hand."

At the same time as the voice fell, the old woman slanted to Zhan Feiyu's side, the crutch in her left hand also fell to the ground, and her withered bark-like hands grabbed Zhan Feiyu in a panic, as if trying to stabilize her body.

"Your old crutch." Zhan Feiyu squatted down suddenly, avoiding the old woman's grasping hands, picked up the crutch and moved forward, the handle on the top of the crutch slammed into the old woman's Tanzhong point. .

Tanzhong acupoint is located in the front midline of the human body, between the double ru, and it will cause confusion and confusion after being hit by gravity.

"Old man, what's the matter with you?" Zhan Feiyu quickly supported the old woman who was grumbling in pain, but her short body couldn't support an adult at all.

The moment the old woman fell to the ground, Zhan Feiyu hugged her head, making people think that she was preventing the old woman's head from hitting the bluestone slab.

The black eyes were quiet, even indifferent, Zhan Feiyu shot again, and quickly hit the old woman's Shenting acupoint, causing people to faint.

"Ah, dead!"

"Go to the yamen!"

The fat shopkeeper walked out quickly when he heard the noise outside.

Seeing the old woman who fainted beside Zhan Feiyu, the fat shopkeeper frowned, "You little girl, get out of the way, please come to a strong helper to take the person to the medical center, and I will pay for the consultation. "

Although the old woman's clothes were tattered, and her body exuded a stench, she looked like a beggar woman.

But saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The fat shopkeeper shouted, and immediately two men stepped forward to help carry the person on his back and go straight to the hospital.

The old doctor and the fat shopkeeper of Huichuntang are also familiar with it. They were worried that the old woman was seriously ill, but the pulse was not a big problem. "The physical weakness caused by overwork and hunger is nothing serious."

"That's good, I just passed out at my door." The fat shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zhan Feiyu, who was a little dazed, and said with a smile, "Are you scared?"

"Doctor, thanks to the little girl who helped her with kindness, otherwise she would have slammed on the ground." The person who helped took over the words. The old woman smelled so bad that passersby avoided it. Absolutely head-scratching.

The old doctor looked a little familiar to Zhan Feiyu, but he didn't remember that it was the little girl who came to the hospital a few days ago to get the anti-swelling and stasis-reducing plaster, and said to the little medicine boy, "Xiao Zhu, go and boil the medicine."

"Yes, master." The little drug boy hurried to the backyard.

The old doctor waved his hand at the fat shopkeeper who was about to give the silver, "Just a few pairs of cheap herbs, the body is depleted too much, it will only take a year or two."

In the final analysis, the body is boiled dry. If a wealthy family takes a good tonic to warm it up, it may have a lifespan of more than ten or twenty years, but seeing the skinny and frail appearance of the old woman, the old doctor can help. Just grab a few medicines that treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

"Your medical center is not as good as my study. You have to keep a little medicine boy. Take it." The fat shopkeeper forced a tael of silver into it.

The medicine prescribed by the old doctor is cheap. When encountering a poor family, not only does he not charge the doctor's fee, but he also affixes herbal medicine. In the past, he supported Huichuntang by himself, but now that he is old, he bought a small medicine boy, and the cost is also high.

"Grandpa the shopkeeper, I'll stay and take care of it." Zhan Feiyu said, looking at the worried old woman who was still awake.

The fat shopkeeper hesitated for a while and nodded, "That's fine, just stay."

Xiaoyu first rescued people, then accompanied them to the hospital, and then helped take care of them a little bit, and this good name was spread, and it would be beneficial to study the imperial examinations or get married in the future.

noon.

"The shopkeeper of Wenxing Study is really a kind person, and he pays all the medical fees." Passers-by praised the fat shopkeeper's kind deeds loudly.

"That little girl is also good. If she hadn't supported the beggar-in-law, she would have fallen to the ground with blood on her head, and she might have fallen to her death on the spot."

Some passers-by who didn't know what happened asked curiously, and everyone started talking.

"Blind old woman is useless at all!" Zhan's second son sitting on the tea stall with a gloomy old face, raised his head and poured down half a cup of bitter strong tea.

Luckily, I was prepared with both hands!The second son Zhan touched the paper bag that was placed on his chest, hiding the stern look in his eyes, and said to the aunt at the wonton stand next to him, "Sister Feng, cook me two bowls of wontons and take them away."

"Okay, just wait a moment." Aunt Feng neatly started cooking the wontons.

Zhan's second son delivered goods at the dock, and every other person would come to South Street to eat, and they were familiar with each other.

In Huichuntang, after the little medicine boy fed the boiled medicine to the old woman, he came out with an empty bowl, "Master, the medicine has been drank, and people are still a little confused, what shall we eat at noon."

"Just remember to eat." The old doctor smiled at the greedy little medicine boy, thinking that Zhan Feiyu was still there, "Go cook some plain noodles and lay three eggs."

The old woman only drank the medicine and had to wait half an hour before she could eat.

"Understood, master." The little Yaotong rushed into the kitchen in the backyard to cook noodles, while the second son of Zhan stepped into the door of Huichuntang at the same time.

"Doctor, there was a little girl who brought the fallen woman to the hospital before, is she still there? That's my niece." Zhan's second son revealed his identity, and the steaming wontons in the bamboo tube in his hand exuded a strong fragrance .

In the inner room, Zhan Feiyu hurriedly greeted Zhan's second son who had entered the door, "Second uncle, why are you here?"

"I went to Wenxing study to find you. The shopkeeper said that you are here. You are hungry. Second uncle bought you wontons." Second Zhan glanced at the old woman on the bed who was groaning because of her discomfort, and put the bamboo tube in her hand. On the table, "Xiaoyu, go and borrow two tableware and chopsticks."

"Okay." Zhan Feiyu walked outside.

Zhan's second son glanced at the door, and after he couldn't see Zhan Feiyu's figure, he immediately took out the paper bag in his arms, poured the medicinal powder inside into one of the bamboo tubes, picked it up and shook it.

After a long while, Zhan Feiyu came back with bowls and chopsticks, Zhan's second child poured the wontons in the bamboo tube on his right into the bowl, "Little fish, eat it while it's hot."

"I'll wait for the second uncle." Zhan Feiyu replied obediently, sitting on the chair, waited for the second brother Zhan to pour his own portion into the bowl, then picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

Zhan's second brother glanced at it without looking, with a weird sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then he ate it with a big mouth.

After drinking the medicine, the old woman whose brain was still a little confused listened to the voice, smelled the fragrance of the food, and woke up. In her blurred vision, she saw Zhan Feiyu sitting at the table.

Thinking of her son who was paralyzed in bed with no money to heal, and her tired daughter who fell ill with a high fever, the old woman slowly took out the dagger hidden in her arms. She fainted before she could take out the dagger on the street. .

The old woman who staggered over suddenly raised the dagger in her hand and stabbed Zhan Feiyu, who was standing with her back to her.

Blood splashed out, and her originally blurred eyes turned blood red. The old woman murmured hoarsely, "Don't blame me, I will repay you in the next life."

The little medicine boy who had eaten noodles came over to clean up the dishes, and as soon as he reached the door, he shouted, "Killed!"

The red-eyed old woman slumped on the ground with her legs limp. Tears of guilt, anxiety, and pain rolled down her eyes, moistening her old wrinkled face.

"A crime!" The old woman said hoarsely, and the blood-stained dagger in her hand slammed into her chest, one life for another!
The sound of hurried footsteps came, and the old doctor came along with the young woman who was watching the burn and her husband.

Seeing Zhan's second son lying on the table with blood on his back, and then looking at the old woman lying on the ground with a dagger in her chest, the young woman screamed, "Killed, killed..."

Zhan Feiyu, who ran from the direction of the toilet, stood at the door blankly, "Second uncle?"

Xiao Yaotong's face was pale and his voice trembled, "Master, murdered."

"Xiaozhu, come here, people are not dead yet!" The old doctor glanced at the old woman and knew that there was no help. She plunged the knife into her chest, leaving the handle of the knife exposed.

Originally thought that Zhan's second child would also die, after all, his back was about to be tied into a sieve, but the old doctor felt a faint pulse, and he still had a breath.

　Chicken ribs and golden fingers still work, quack...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)