Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 252 Fakes
The entrance of the pharmacy was crowded with water.

When Xin Yi went out, Mrs. An was arguing with a stout man in a blue cloth bunt. A woman in her thirties was lying on the ground, her eyes closed, her lips pursed, silent, as if she was dead.

Kneeling beside the woman was a child, about five or six years old, who was crying.

Xin Yi said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

All eyes were on her.

The stout man saw her, then looked at Mrs. Wang'an, rushed over, pointed at her and asked her to blame.

"You are the proprietress, right? Well, you came just in time. Let me tell you, your face is damaged by the grease, what should I say?"

Xin Yi saw that the man's face was very serious, and the tone of his words was full of slickness, and he felt suspicious, but his face did not change in the slightest.

"You said that using my family's ointment ruined your face, so you can't just rely on your mouth? How can you prove that you are using our family's ointment?"

The man stared anxiously.

"Do you want to renege on your debt? Look, look, the things are still here..."

Clap!
A porcelain bottle was thrown out of the man's hand and hit Xin Yi's feet, making a crisp sound.

Xin Yi looked down, his eyes slightly cold.

"It's not my family's grease."

"No?" The man immediately raised his brows, picked up the bottle and spread it in his palm, "It clearly says good color, made by Xinyi Medicine Factory, how dare you say it's not yours?"

In order to make a brand of ointment, Xinyi named the ointment produced by its own pharmacy, which is called "good color". There is a seal on the bottom of the bottle. This ointment bottle is also specially made. In addition, there is also the brand of Xinyi Medicine log—she asked the King of Guangling County to draw this one herself.

The bottle in this man's hand also has the brand name and seal. At first glance, it is indeed the same as Xin Yi's, but no mother would mistake her child. Xin Yi knew that the bottle was a fake.

She immediately laughed.

Unexpectedly, traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty would still encounter counterfeiting...

"Miss An." Xin Yi looked at the man's aggressive expression calmly, and said in a low voice: "Go, take out our grease and compare it with everyone."

Mrs. An replied, "Yes."

Taking out the ointment bottle, Mrs. An thoughtfully moved a small stool and placed the two bottles on it for comparison.

Xin Yi pointed to the three words "good color" on the bottle.

"My bottle is custom-made by the Liujia porcelain kiln in the north of the city. The glaze is bright and lustrous, and the shape is elegant. There are fired patterns on the bottom, as well as this seal and the name of the sign... The good color of our house is vermilion grass, with a little gold powder, and This bottle is fake, the word "good color" is more like vermilion, the color is darker, and the handwriting appears yellow-pink, do you know why?"

Xin Yi smiled slightly, raised the bottle, and said loudly like an advertisement:

"This pharmacy has spent a lot of money to create the best brand of ointment. When the ointment bottle is fired, the font is made of gold powder. It is not copper or any other metal, but real gold, gold! There are fonts, please compare and see if they are exactly the same..."

After a short pause, she opened the grease box.

"Look at this paste again. My authentic product exudes a light traditional Chinese medicine smell, thick and delicate, and this fake product is thin and rough. Knead it twice in the palm of your hand, and you can still feel the impurities..."

She coldly put the things on the stool and motioned to the crowd around her.

"Who can come forward to compare and be a notary."

A scholar and an old man were elected from the crowd, and they went to the middle to distinguish the true from the false.

The old man was a scholar, and he was the most sensitive to writing. He immediately said that one was the real work and the other was a fake imitation. The scholar also compared it according to what Xin Yi said.

"The grease bottle from Mrs. Zhang's house is obviously made with exquisite craftsmanship, and the grease bottle brought by this big brother is a fake at first glance..."

Scholars are respected everywhere.

As soon as the scholar and old scholar came to their conclusions, the crowd began to curse.

"Shameless. Use fake products to blackmail people!"

Aunt Li across the street also came over twisting her waist, screaming at the top of her voice.

"I don't know which red-eyed jealous person came up with this kind of trick when he saw that our good-colored grease is selling well... Dear neighbors, you might as well go out and find out, which lady used our good-colored grease and didn't say a good word ?”

She touched her cheek, showing a bit of shyness on her chubby white face.

"I've used less than half a bottle. Our old Deng said that my face is slippery and tender. Recently, I don't go to the tile house to look for a young lady. I come back from the sky to hang around my old lady. It's very annoying... ..."

boom!
The crowd laughed, joked, and booed.

The atmosphere was pleasant, and the brawny man who was making trouble saw that he couldn't please him, so he pulled up his wife and children who were lying on the ground and wanted to run away...

Seeing that he wanted to get the bottle of fake good-colored ointment, Xin Yi immediately grabbed his wrist.

"Want to leave? Is it that easy?"

The man didn't pay attention to such a thin little lady at first, twisted his arms fiercely, and scolded Xin Yi.

He couldn't get rid of it several times, and then he stopped talking, showing a bit of surprise and nervousness.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Xin Yi is very grateful for the powerful buff she has, and once again helped herself a lot, allowing her to easily restrain such a big man, smiling without blushing or panting.

"Of course I want to arrest you to see the officials! You should be sent to prison, and you should be sent to prison... Big brother, don't you think that you don't have to take any responsibility for committing crimes?"

The man widened his eyes.

"How do I know that this is not something from your house? It has the name of your pharmacy written on it. It's only natural for me to come to you..."

"Really?" Xin Yi hooked his lips slightly, "It's okay if you don't want me to report to the police, but you have to tell me, who gave you this bottle of ointment?"

The man looked at his wronged wife with a look of annoyance.

The woman lowered her head nervously, looking pitifully.

"Bought, bought."

Xin Yi looked at her suspiciously: "Where did you buy it?"

The woman didn't dare to meet Xin Yi's eyes, she bit her lower lip and hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "The... stand by the Hongqiao..."

There are many small stalls and vendors near Hongqiao, selling everything, including rouge and gouache.

As the woman spoke, she suddenly knelt down to Xin Yi with a plop.

"Ms. Zhang, please spare my husband...I lied to him. It's none of his business. If you want to blame, just blame me. Arrest me and go to jail..."

Xin Yi couldn't understand anymore.

She let go of the strong man's hand and raised her chin.

"Get up and talk, and tell the whole story carefully."

The woman didn't get up, but lay on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"When I gave birth to a child, my face became blue and yellow, and the spot poisoning occurred frequently, and the husband and wife were not as loving as before. Mr. Lang often ran to the winery's tiles... The family finally saved two silvers, and squandered them all on those cute little ones. On my little girl..."

As she was talking, the little woman felt sad, covering her face with her hands, and the tears wet her fingers.

"I heard that Mrs. Zhang is good at beauty, so I wanted to come to your house to buy some ointment and go home. I thought that when I returned to my old color, maybe my husband would change his mind... But your ointment is too expensive, and I don't like it. It's a lot of money, and I happened to see someone selling this at a stall by the Hongqiao. When I asked, they said they were relatives of your family, and they paid the price for an acquaintance, so I believed it..."

(End of this chapter)