Zongwu: The Days of Mixing in the Tongfu Inn

Chapter 195 Famous!
The next day, in the hotel lobby.

Tong Xiangyu was looking at the portrait in his hand with a satisfied face, showing a smirk from time to time.

Guo Furong, who was cleaning the table at the side, came to her side and said helplessly: "Shopkeeper, you have been holding this torn drawing paper for quite a while!"

Tong Xiangyu rolled his eyes, and then said: "What do you know, this is the marriage of Zhao Daochang's painting, it is the fate given by God!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Guo Furong and just admired the people in the painting on his own.

Guo Furong turned her head to look at Bai Zhantang, then looked at the portrait again, and muttered, "Is it really so effective?"

Tong Xiangyu nodded frantically, looking like a die-hard fan of Daoist Zhao, and then said to Guo Furong: "Why don't you go and do the calculations to see what your marriage is like!"

Guo Furong fell into hesitation.

Bai Zhantang watched the interaction between the two, and finally let out a helpless sigh. He knew that no matter what he said at this time, Tong Xiangyu would not believe him. People always hope that things will develop in their own favorable direction.

Thinking of this, Bai Zhantang glanced at Zhang Chen who was leaning against the door basking in the sun. The culprit was this guy. Although he had his own reasons yesterday, he definitely couldn't get rid of it.

Heartbeat is action, Bai Zhantang stepped out of the gate and walked to Zhang Chen's side, squatted down and whispered in Zhang Chen's ear, "Are you sure you don't want to explain to everyone? Xiangyu believes in this Daoist Zhao's fortune-telling very much!"

Zhang Chen looked up at Bai Zhantang and said, "I don't think it's necessary, he really didn't miscalculate!"

After Zhang Chen finished speaking, he thought it was funny, so he burst out laughing.

Bai Zhantang said helplessly: "I didn't say that his result was wrong, but it doesn't mean that he is a real fortune teller!"

Zhang Chen pointed to the opposite medical center and said, "If what you want to talk about is the previous situation, then I regret to tell you that the name of Daoist Zhao's magic fortune has spread throughout the neighborhood."

Zhang Chen looked helpless.

Bai Zhantang frowned slightly, Daoist Zhao only came to the inn yesterday, and he was able to stay at the Tianhe Medical Center only yesterday after doing a fortune-telling, and there were no outsiders when he did the fortune-telling.

"Could it be..."

Bai Zhantang thought of a possibility and couldn't help but say it.

Zhang Chen nodded affirmatively, looked back at the two people who were still discussing eagerly in the room, and then replied: "You are right, Taoist Zhao's reputation is the shopkeeper's, and An An and the others passed it on."

"Don't ask me why I didn't stop him. Daoist Zhao didn't do anything bad. Fortune-telling is a matter of your choice. It's his ability to convince the fortune-teller. What reason can we use to stop him?"

Bai Zhantang was silent, he knew what Zhang Chen said was correct, then he looked at the direction where Zhang Chen was pointing to the opposite medical center, and said suspiciously: "What's the situation? Zhu Yipin finally put him to death? His family came to collect debts? "

Zhang Chen's head was full of black lines, and Brother Bai could think of Zhu Yipin in such an obvious situation, which shows how much Brother Bai didn't trust Zhu Yipin's medical skills.

Zhang Chen shook his head, and the unrealistic idea in his mind was thrown out, and then he continued to explain: "I just said that we can't stop it because of the situation in front of us."

A quarter of an hour ago, Zhang Chen was eating melon seeds leisurely, lying on a chair in front of the door, basking in the sun comfortably.

A middle-aged man on the street came to the door of the medical hall with unsteady footsteps, holding the door tightly with his skinny hands.

"Ahem, doctor!"

Zhu Yipin, who was grabbing the medicine, looked up, and hurriedly shouted to Zhao Bensan, who was cleaning the hall: "Zhao Daochang, Zhao Daochang, I can't get out of here now, help me take care of this patient."

With a broom in his hand, Zhao Bensan walked towards the middle-aged man with a promise.

I didn't expect this middle-aged man to scream excitedly when he saw Zhao Bensan, and he didn't feel weak at all just now.

Let Zhang Chen, who is next door, be amazed that the power of a person is really inexhaustible. From Zhang Chen's eyes, this middle-aged man has long been exhausted, and now this power can still emerge from his body. The human body is really mysterious. .

At the entrance of the medical center, Zhao Benshan quickly stopped the middle-aged Taoist from yelling, and after helping him to sit down in the room, Zhao Benshan asked: "This brother knows the poor Taoist?"

The middle-aged man nodded again and again, regardless of his weak body, said: "You are a famous old fairy in ten miles and eight villages, how could I not know you!"

Zhao Bensan understood immediately, and immediately regained his immortal appearance, and said solemnly: "I'm just a person who seeks the Tao, and I can't bear the name of an old fairy."

The middle-aged Taoist said excitedly: "Old Immortal, don't be humble. If you hadn't saved everyone with your death a year ago, our Li Family Village wouldn't be where it is now."

At this time, Zhu Yipin took the prescription, came to the middle-aged man and heard the conversation, and finally looked at Zhao Bensan in surprise.

According to the middle-aged man, what Zhao Bensan said before was also correct?Also left a deep memory for their group of villagers?

Zhu Yipin took a look at the middle-aged man, and found that it is the foundation of traditional Chinese medicine. The middle-aged man does not have any major problems on the outside, but some problems left over from years of hard work.

So Zhu Yipin was not in a hurry, but planned to listen to what he had to say.

On the other hand, Zhao Bensan, after hearing the name Lijiacun, had a slight impression in his mind but couldn't remember it clearly.

The apprentice who came after him whispered in Zhao Bensan's ear, "Food, Master is the last word before we leave!"

"Li Family Village, I remembered, it was because of this Li Family Village that they were forced to come to the capital to make a living by the branch line."

Zhao Bensan thought bitterly.

The middle-aged man went on to say: "Old Dao, if you hadn't guided me to hide the food, we would not have been able to escape the yamen servants sent by Yang Papi. Our folks are very grateful to you!"

Zhao Bensan quickly changed the subject. He didn't want Zhu Yipin to know the reason for coming to the capital. If he knew that he had offended the county magistrate, that's why he came to the capital to join his cousin. What if he was driving him out.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhu Yipin suddenly realized, no wonder this middle-aged man admired Daoist Zhao so much, it turned out that he had counted a fortune-telling to save his life.

Zhang Chen was eating melon seeds, watching the interaction between the two in the medical center, then shook his head with a smile, after the middle-aged man's yell, and the shopkeeper's and An'an's publicity.

Zhao Bensan, a fortune-teller, is well-known in the neighborhood, and he can know the final answer just by looking at the crowd at the entrance of the medical clinic.

It was at this time that Bai Zhantang had just walked out of the door, and the above-mentioned series of conversations occurred.

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