Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 86 Treating You to a Bowl of Clear Soup
After a clothing store named "Sifan" appeared in Qingzhou, weird clothing gradually entered thousands of households, and underwear is no longer a rare item.

Wanzhudao even has her own embroiderer grandma, and a few sets of student uniforms instantly kill all the bells and whistles in the world. Naturally, there is no need to worry about the clothes. Who would feel sorry for the pants being washed away by the water.

Of course, if the pants were made by Yang Fan himself, it would be a different matter. Even if the disciples of Wan Zhu Sect jumped into the river collectively, they vowed to reap the fruits of Yang Fan's achievements.

For the disciples of Wanzhu Island, it is not a pair of pants, but Yang Fan's meticulous care for them. What they get is not just a few pieces of cloth, but a sense of belonging to the sect.

The second senior sister Xuanhuang climbed ashore wetly, and smiled at the jade girl who was also wet all over, "Don't dare to throw the godfather's things around. If you lose them, they will be gone."

Xiao Yunu cried and wiped her tears, and nodded aggrieved.He took his trousers, wiped his face, and said solemnly: "Daddy made them for me, and my heart aches so badly. My senior sister may not believe me, but when I put on the trousers my dad made for me, I wet the bed less often." .”

In other words, you all know that you pee your pants, but you even wipe your face with your own pants?Do you want to be so cute?

All the senior sisters looked at me and I looked at you, bowed their waists and laughed together, laughing and laughing together to change their dry clothes.

Why Jinglao Town is called Jinglao Town is impossible to verify, but the clear soup shop in the town, the clear soup Chang Gong in the shop, is a household name.

As for why it is a household name?

You said, I drank clear soup here, and he was so old. Ten years later, my son drank clear soup here, and he was still so old. After another ten years, my grandson also drank clear soup here, and he was still so old. .Can you say that you are not a household name?

No one has ever seen Qingtang Grandpa's wife, concubine and children, nor has he been treated for illness.

A curious person once asked Grandpa Qing Tang: "You have lived so long without getting sick for many years. How did you do it?"

The clear soup grandpa laughed and said: "It's actually very simple, breathe less and work more." Everyone smiled, but they couldn't agree.More labor is a reason, how can less breathing be related to health and longevity?
Whether Grandpa Clear Soup breathes less than others, we don’t know, but when it comes to hard work, even the young man is not as diligent as Grandpa Clear Soup.

Getting up early and working late every day has been like a day for decades.It has been an old sign for decades, so the business is naturally booming, but for decades, the price has not increased, the taste has not diminished, and the portion has a lot of weight. , famines and famines in successive years, he will give birth to an extra pot, relieve rice porridge, and ferry refugees.

Therefore, the gentlemen of Liangshang with a radius of several miles would never attack Qingtang Changgong, and the local people from the rivers and lakes would not make troubles and fights here.

Therefore, being respected does not necessarily mean being a hero with great skills, but being a hero with a chivalrous heart.

Qingtang Changgong's life is very simple.

Come in the morning, set up tables, chairs, pots and stoves, put up a canopy, and wait on the side of the street for business.I left at night, collected the money and accounts, put it in the rented porter next door, and a fulfilling day passed.

So this shop is not like a shop, it is a stall, not a stall.

Yang Fan prefers to call him a roadside stall.

Wu Qian thought it was a snack shop.

Today is not a market day, and Mr. Qingtang Chang’s business can’t help being a bit of a talk. The old man sat there admiring the people coming and going on the street, listening to the chanting and selling one after another, looking so leisurely and at ease.

A "soup" Citi flag flutters in the wind.Wu Qian led the golden boy far away and saw Qingtang Changgong guarding the shop.

Wu Qian led the golden boy in and shouted with a smile, "Three bowls of clear soup!"

Qingtang yelled: "Wait a moment, come right away."

He got up and walked to the coal stove, kicked off the ventilation cover below, counted three bowls of clear soup, and threw it into the soup.After adjusting the taste for a while, it was out of the pot and put into a bowl, and it was served steaming hot.

Only then did he take a serious look at Wu Qi, but felt a little embarrassed.

It’s no wonder that Mr. Chang didn’t remember the clear soup. Although Yang Fan wasn’t around, Wu Qi practiced the "Longevity Classic" every day, and he drank a lot of health-preserving soup. After half a year of recuperation, the beauty of health had already covered up the original sickness.

Don’t mention that Wu Yan’s face is ruddy and radiant now, just talk about her current physical condition, that is, the places that should grow flesh have grown flesh, and the places that should not have flesh have also grown fleshy, although it still hurts when it should hurt Yes, but the place that shouldn't hurt no longer hurts.

Wu Yan pushed a bowl of soup in front of Chang Gong, and said with a smile: "Let's drink together, I invite you."

Mr. Chang found it interesting, looked at the boy next to him, saw the words "Wanzhumen" embroidered on the clothes, his eyes lit up, he nodded suddenly, and sat down slowly.

Chang Gong said with a smile: "Spending six Wen to treat others to eat my own handicrafts, this is the funniest treat I have ever seen."

Wu Qian smiled and said, "I also want to invite you to Shanghao Restaurant, are you willing to abandon your shop and ignore it?"

Chang Gong laughed loudly and said, "Then I really don't want to."

Jin Tong picked up a clear soup and put it in Grandpa's bowl, then buried himself in eating his own.

Chang Gong looked at the golden boy amiably, and asked curiously, "You may not be full yourself, so why would you give me one?"

While eating, the golden boy said, "Father said, respect the old and love the young."

Chang Gong smiled and said, "What's your name? Can you explain to Grandpa what it means to respect the old and love the young?"

This was quite difficult for Jintong, he looked up at Mr. Chang, then at Wu Qian, his eyes were clearly written: "Jintong doesn't know, mother explained."

Wu Qian laughed and said: "His name is Jintong, he is Yang Fan's direct disciple, he is seven or eight years old, and he causes troubles all day long."

Chang Gong said with a smile: "Okay, this kid is not bad."

Wu Qian said: "Children can't praise him, let alone praise him face to face, otherwise he will be harmed."

Chang Gong smiled and said, "Who said that?"

Wu Qian: "My fiancé, Yang Fan."

Chang Gong said with a smile: "The most beautiful man in Jianghu, I don't know how many people say that he is his fiancée."

Wu Yan blushed and said seriously: "I am genuine."

Chang Gong said "Oh" and looked at her with a smile.

Wu Qian couldn't help thinking about Yang Tielan's matter, his eyes slanted and white, and made a signature look - charming and white, but this time it was four points cute and three points wronged and three points dissatisfied.

Chang Gong asked: "That kid has been drinking clear soup here since he was a child, and the only time he brought someone other than his grandfather, that is you, so I have a deep influence. You have known each other not long ago, right?"

Wu Qian said: "He has known me not long ago, but I have seen him countless times."

Grandpa joked: "Oh? Are you unrequited love?"

Wu Qian: "No, he used to go to the Town God's Temple and some slums when he left the island, or to see a doctor, or to give alms to beggars. You know, I was a beggar before, so I always lined up to cheat him of money."

Chang Gong put down the clear soup with only soup left, and asked in surprise, "Where does the word 'cheat' come from?"

Wu Yan covered his mouth with a snicker and said, "After I received the money, I plucked my hair and then went to line up to get the money. This goes on and on, and I get the money three or four times. Do you think this is cheating?"

Chang Gong laughed loudly and said: "I see, you are not greedy for other people's money, you are greedy for other people's beauty."

Wu Yan became angry from embarrassment, blushed and took a sip, and said: "I'm not serious, I won't treat you anymore, you pay for the bowl yourself."

Chang Gong jokingly said, "You're so stingy, does your fiancé know?"

Wu Qian said: "I know... I don't know, no, why am I being stingy? You are the only one who is stingy, your whole family is stingy."

Grandpa: "By the way, why did you invite me for no reason?"

Wu Qian: "I like it, I'm happy, can you care?"

Chang Gong looked at her with great interest, and said, "This is the place where he invited you to dinner, and it's also the place where you ate for the first time, right? So, you came to me to see things and think about others."

People grow old, that's all.

Wu Qian said: "You don't know, the last time I bargained with you, you generously gave three pennies, but in the end you saved his life."

Chang Gong said in amazement: "Let's hear it, I'm very curious about how three pennies can save a person's life."

Wu Qian whispered to him about Yang Fan's battle at Xiemapo.

Chang Zheng listened carefully, the matter of Yang Fan made Grandpa confirm the truth, and he couldn't help but sighed.

That hated old friend in Wanzhudao, the person who tricked him again and again from the "Wangbajing" by threatening to cure him, the person who changed his "Wangbajing" to "Longevity Scripture", and the person who brought his "Wangbajing" to the market every time he went to the market. The person who brings his grandson here to consume, the person who bickers with him every time he comes.

He is really gone.

Chang Gong sighed: "It's hard for that boy Yang Fan. He can be forced to kill so many people. Grandpa's death should bring him great pain, right?"

Wu Qian nodded and said: "You haven't seen how hard he trains. He starts training every day at four o'clock, punches and kicks over and over again, runs round and round like flying, and sweats like rain again and again."

At this moment, three men in Tibetan robes and uniforms with knives walked into the shop and sat down.

The man with a big mouth yelled: "Three bowls of clear soup! Put more meat stuffing!"

Chang Gong looked at Wu Qian apologetically, and had to get up and go to work. Wu Qian smiled and waited quietly, not to mention chatting with Chang Gong to be in a good mood; Less loneliness.

The golden boy is happy not to go home, he is going out for the first time, he is curious about what he sees, and what he sees is interesting.This time, he followed Chang Gong in a desperate manner, calling out for help in a childish voice.

But while Grandpa was entertaining guests, Guitougui took out the bong that was pinned to his back, and stuffed it into the ventilation hole of the stove.

Jintong smirked, as if he had done something important, and walked straight to Wu Qian.

He accidentally tripped over the foot of the stool, but fortunately he reacted quickly and landed somersaulted on the ground with his hands on the ground.

The three men looked at the golden boy together, and couldn't help being shocked. It is normal for children to practice martial arts in this world, but it is unusual to have a third-rate peak at such a young age.This reaction, this somersault, one can tell at a glance that it is a good candidate for martial arts with excellent talent.

The man with the big mouth picked up the clear soup and sat opposite to Wu Yu, and asked, "Xie An, the elder of Xiashuinan sect, I don't know what the girl's name is?"

"Wu Yan!"

Xie Anpan chatted: "You are a good kid!"

Wu Qian didn't want to say more, "Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)