The Wizard of Medicine

Chapter 252 Please sit down and serve tea

Somehow, Yan Zixiu thought of the story of Tang Bohu ordering Qiuxiang.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang, for your pointers. I don't know what's going on when you enter Jia's house?"

"There are two kinds of servants: one is sold as a slave, and the other is a guest minister who has special skills and can be hired as a nursing home, teacher, etc. What is your specialty?"

Yan Zixiu has already selected the specialties that ordinary people can accept: "My younger brother is not talented, but he has a little knowledge of medicine and playing the piano."

"Oh?" Old Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei's interest was aroused, "I wonder if my brother can show a little bit. If the art industry is amazing, we can jointly recommend it."

Yan Zixiu was a little hesitant: "I wonder if it will affect other guests' meals?"

The innkeeper on the side hurriedly said: "It's okay, we are all regular customers here, and everyone respects Mr. Huang and Brother Jiang very much."

"Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself." Yan Zixiu took the long cloth bag and took out a banjo, which was a guitar.

The reason why he uses the guitar is based on his current status.He is now a literary youth wandering in a foreign country, and playing the piano is his means of earning a living.The guitar is more popular with the general public.

Jiang Dawei blushed, feeling that Mr. Jia really didn't give anyone face.

I saw a tall gate tower, rich golden nails, towering flagpoles on the left and right, two majestic and ferocious white jade lions sitting cross-legged on both sides, and the whitewashed courtyard walls extended to both sides, and the sides could not be seen at a glance.A row of white jade steps leads straight in from the gate, which is very magnificent.

"Man, settle the score!" Mr. Huang said generously.

"This is Mr. Jia's home. One household occupies one-seventh of the town." Mr. Huang told Yan Zixiu quietly.

"Our town now has 5 to [-] people. In the past, there were more than [-] people. You see, many places are empty." Jiang Dawei introduced as he walked.

Master Jia's eyes lit up: "Oh? Could it be that Mr. Yan is also a cultivator?"

I heard Jiang Dawei persuade again: "Master, this man is a genius with amazing art, I guarantee you will like it! Ten servants can't stand up to one of him, and you will definitely not suffer."

The next step is to go to Menglong Mountain Villa with the young master and young lady of Jia's mansion. It won't work if you only talk about medicine and can play the piano.

"It's called a violin."

If the other party is a fairy teacher, then you have to apologize and admit your mistake quickly, please sit down and serve fragrant tea.

Yan Zixiu stood up and cupped his hands neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm going down to Yan Ziling."

Mr. Jia, Mr. Huang, and Jiang Dawei were all a little confused. What is yes and no?

"What kind of musical instrument is this?" Old Mr. Huang was curious.He himself feels that he is a cultural person, and he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he has never seen a guitar.

Mr. Huang looked embarrassed.

Yan Zixiu looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there were quite a few places with collapsed walls and houses, completely deserted.In the slums passing by on the road, some people have thin clothes, some houses have open roofs, and all kinds of hardships are hard to describe.

"My aptitude is too poor, but it is the five spirit roots, which are recognized by the world of cultivating immortals as the useless spirit roots. So although I have been taught the way of immortality by my master, I am currently among immortals. Hey, I don't know when I will be able to practice Qi First floor." Yan Zixiu pretended to be sentimental.

Following the sound, a tall and thin man in his fifties flashed out from behind the screen, dressed luxuriously and wearing a mink fur cloak.Jiang Dawei followed behind.

After a while, footsteps were heard from the back of the living room, and a panting voice said, "Old Jiang, how much time do you have to take care of this matter? Don't you know how many people want to eat an extra bowl of rice?"

Mr. Jia?Why doesn't it sound like a name?Yan Zixiu was surprised, but didn't ask any further questions.

Yan Zixiu sighed inwardly, the gap between the rich and the poor was too great: "What's the name of the owner?"

"Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow" came out in 1956. It was originally a love song, but in the process of being sung, it was sublimated to love for all beautiful things.

"Taught by my master, I have a little knowledge of medicine, including the injuries and diseases of immortals, and I also know a thing or two."

Old Mr. Huang slandered at the side, where is his bad memory, he obviously didn't pay attention to it, that's why he couldn't hear what others said.

Yan Zixiu knew that this person was used to being conceited, so he didn't care about him at this moment, and said it again: "I'm going down to Yan Ziling."

You're here to beg me for a meal, and you're still so pushy!Master Jia was displeased: "What do you know?"

This phenomenon is rare in the history of world music culture.

Because he knows medicine, he will be left in Jia's house.As for the use of playing the piano for immortal cultivators, Mr. Jia also doesn't understand.

"What's the use of playing the piano? Medicine? Then what's wrong with me?" Master Jia said domineeringly.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the snow was so deep that it did not reach the knees of the three of them.

Mr. Huang praised: "Brother Yan is amazing! Amazing! My ears are bright."

Yan Zixiu wanted to change his words.He judged this person to be pragmatist and extremely utilitarian.If he reveals his identity as the head of the Medicine Master Sect, it is estimated that Master Jia will kowtow immediately.Of course, it is impossible and unnecessary to reveal this identity right now.

Because truth, goodness, beauty, and wisdom are the natural pursuits of all life.Therefore, such a short and uncomplicated song has become more and more popular all over the world in the past half century.

The servants looked at Yan Zixiu's old clothes again, turned their heads and didn't even want to ask.

Yan Zixiu tuned the strings and played the song "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow".

"It's Mr. Jia."

Walking through the streets, the three of them came to a large mansion.

Master Jia hummed casually, looked Yan Zixiu up and down: "You were introduced by Old Jiang?"

Yan Zixiu untied the guitar, put it by the wall, and sat in the living room with Mr. Huang to wait.

"Okay, please come inside." The servant smiled all over his face.It seems that Jiang Dawei still has a certain status as a nursing home.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Huang?"

"It turned out to be Mr. Yan. Please sit down. Come on, let's serve tea!"

Of course, Yan Zixiu had already seen what was wrong with him, and said calmly: "Dong Jia's family is a little weak, and they often can't inhale to the end."

Yan Zixiu's current identity is a wandering literary youth, so naturally he can't pretend to be generous, so he smiled and thanked him, and didn't rush to pay the bill.

A servant brings tea.

Jiang Dawei said carelessly: "This is the newcomer recommended by me and Mr. Huang, Yan Ziling, Brother Yan. We are going to meet Master Jia!"

The charming, crystal-clear melody flows down Yan Zixiu's fingers.A beautiful feeling welled up from the hearts of the audience.They seem to see the beautiful night, dear people, close friends, sitting together and talking.It's beauty, it's love, it's hope, it's flowers, it's moonlight, it's sunshine.

After playing a song, the people present are still immersed in the beautiful artistic conception.

……

He sighed in his heart, wondering how to find an opportunity to help these poor people.

Old Mr. Huang cupped his hands.

There are two servants in thick clothes guarding the door: "Master Jiang, you are back."

"it is good."

Master Jia asked again: "Just now, Mr. Yan said that he is good at it. I have a bad memory. Apart from being good at medicine, what else do you know?"

"Oh?" Master Jia squeezed out a smile, "You just said, what's your name?"

"Yes and no."

It took Jiang Dawei a quarter of an hour to go.

Jiang Dawei pushed his chin with his hands, and closed his wide mouth: "Don't worry, brother, I guarantee you will be hired by the Jia family. Let's go now."

Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei took Yan Zixiu and left the restaurant to go to Jia's compound.

Jiang Nuyuan led the two of them to a magnificent reception room.Although the living room is large, it is very warm with charcoal fire.

"I have a little knowledge of medicine, and a little knowledge of playing the piano." Yan Zixiu still said those two words.

After a long time, there was a burst of applause.

The boss waved his hand and said: "To hear such a good song today, I have not worked in vain in my life. Meal money for the three of you is free!"

Yan Zixiu followed suit and saluted.

"Please sit down, both of you, and I will report to the master."

This is obviously not going well.

Mr. Huang hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Master Jia."

Looking at this posture, Yan Zixiu couldn't answer a word, so he was going to chase him away.

Master Jia is relieved, at least this Mr. Yan will not become a competitor for his sons and daughters to cultivate immortality.

Both Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei were sympathetic, but at the same time a little disappointed. They wondered when Mr. Yan would reach a high level, reform the world of cultivating immortals, and save the people of the world.

"Come here. Call the young master and miss." Master Jia thought for a while, then said, "Don't call me miss, just ask the young master."

"Yes." The servant turned and went away.

(End of this chapter)