I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Aunt Meng opened the curtain and came in, her face as cold as ice:

"Madam. A group of embroidered messengers came outside the door and said they would take the young lady back for questioning."

"What!" Zhang Xian stood up after snapping the case.

"Jun Gu, help me!" Luan Weiniang sat down weakly on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The news that Luan Weiniang was taken away reached Mr. Mo's ears immediately.

"Master, what are Tang Zhan doing? He knows you." Wei Cang raised his injured leg and asked doubtfully while drinking the soup Wei Lan handed over.

"That's what I meant." There was no trace of emotion on Mr. Mo's face.

Wei Cang was stunned: "Sir, when Mrs. Wei was getting married two years ago, you didn't send anyone to stop her. Why do you suddenly have to recalculate this debt now?"

"You think I shouldn't do this?" Mr. Mo rolled his eyes at him.

However, Wei Cang didn't realize the disgust in this look and kept chattering to himself: "Sir, although this Luan Weiniang is indeed blind, she is the daughter of Luan En Gong. If you don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, you won't think so. You want to send people to the North Prison? Where is the North Prison? Tang Zhan is a mad dog."

Mr. Mo stopped writing and looked up at him: "Why do I think it's not your leg that you hurt, but your head?"

"Uh?"

"The reason why we met Han Min'er this time was because of Luan Weiniang."

"How dare she!" Wei Cang jumped up and then lay back down with bared teeth and a gaping mouth.

"So do you still think there's anything wrong with asking Tang Zhan to warn her?"

"Not at all! Just a warning is not enough, she should be allowed to taste the thirty-six tortures of the Northern Prison!" Wei Cang was itching with hatred: "But this Weiniang is also a gentle and gentle lady, why? Would you do such a vicious thing?"

Mr. Mo's eyes darkened and he didn't speak for a long time.

The joys and sorrows in the world never intersect. Luo Qianhuai neither felt Luan Weiniang's fear nor felt Master Mo's sigh.

Holding a large sum of gold in his arms, and followed by several Mingyuelou clerks carrying food boxes, Luo Qianhuai didn't feel cold at all, but felt as warm as spring in his heart.

This happy mood lasted until the third day. Boss Qi Mingqi personally escorted the car and delivered the medicinal materials to the shop.

Luo Qianhuai gathered himself together and carefully counted them one by one. He confirmed that all the medicinal materials were genuine and not adulterated at all, and then he happily settled with him.

They were probably people with similar auras, so they looked particularly pleasing to the eye. Luo Qianhuai was very wealthy at the moment and had no intention of bargaining, but Boss Qi took the initiative to give her a [-]% discount.

Extremely enthusiastic, don’t be shy. Luo Qianhuai had no choice but to thank him and settle the bill, and made an appointment for long-term cooperation in supplying goods in the future. Then he took the Yan Shu brothers and sisters and Xing Jiu to inventory all the medicinal materials and put them into storage.

The west wing of the backyard was converted into a warehouse specifically for storing medicinal materials, and the cabinet in front was also filled to the brim.

While sorting it out, Luo Qianhuai introduced the medicinal materials to the three of them while looking at the real objects.

Yan Shuxingjiu listened very seriously, but in terms of observation ability, he was not as good as Yan Ning. She drank the decoction for a few days. Although her health did not improve significantly, she had no problem getting out of bed and doing simple things.

Proper exercise is good for the body, and Luo Qianhuai didn't restrain her. It was a complete surprise to discover that she had a talent for identifying medicinal materials.

Traditional Chinese medicines are mostly the rhizomes and fruits of plants. After processing, drying and slicing, they often look similar. If you are not familiar with the shape and efficacy of the medicine, it is easy to make mistakes.

For example, geranium seeds and cyperus cyperus both present irregular and slightly curved short columnar and spindle-shaped pieces, but the latter has vertical wrinkles on it and several slightly raised links. If you are not careful, it will Admit your mistake.

But Yan Ning will not. She can always combine Luo Qianhuai's explanations with the medicinal materials themselves, with meticulous attention to detail.

Luo Qianhuai saw it and had other concerns in his heart. This is something. Now that the medicinal materials have arrived, the next step is to make a plaque and then open the business.

Luo Qianhuai carefully recalled the time-honored medicine halls he had seen in his previous life, such as Tongrentang, Yichundang, Guangjitang, and Jiuantang, all of which were well-known names. And what she had to do was very simple, just pick one that she liked and find someone to make a plaque.

Wen Pu was sent out respectfully by the housekeeper of Tao Mansion. Since Xue Wen left due to an emergency, the heavy responsibility of diagnosing and treating Mrs. Tao has fallen entirely on him. On the one hand, this was due to Xue Wen's recommendation, and on the other hand, it was also because of his own efforts that he was recognized by Dr. Tao and the old lady.

According to the medical records provided by Xue Wen, which were said to be his own, the treatment of the old lady's diabetes was a long-term process and was by no means an overnight success.

So during this period, he naturally became a frequent visitor to the Tao family, and as the old lady's health improved, his status in the mansion also increased day by day.

The day before yesterday, Dr. Tao met with him specifically. In addition to expressing his gratitude to him for taking care of the old lady's health, he also asked about the incident that year, and his words contained the intention of helping to mediate.

He answered truthfully, and also talked about the strangeness of the matter. Dr. Tao also lamented. Although he didn't say anything precise, it was good news in itself for him to go back and wait for the news.

Everything went as smoothly as a dream.

In his arms was a bag of reward money stuffed by the butler, and he measured it to be at least five hundred dollars. Wen Pu's mood was as clear as the bright blue sky.

He first went to Yuehe Building in Dongshi, cut off half of a braised sheep head, and had it wrapped in oil paper. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly walked to the street behind, as if by chance.

The shop he longed for must have a new tenant, and the black door was polished brightly. A boy of about ten years old came out and hung a wooden sign outside the door. I don't know what was written on it.

Wen Pu was a little curious, and when he was about to go up to take a look, he was stopped by the proprietress of the cloth shop next door.

"Mr. Wen?" Huang Juan called hesitantly, "Why are you here?"

She recognized Wen Pu's medical skills very much. When her daughter was still in her boudoir, she got seriously ill once, and it was Dr. Wen who favored her. Later, she went to her in-laws' house for three years to become infertile, and it was Dr. Wen who helped her with her health. Only then did she have a son and a daughter.

So those scoundrels came to the door and said that Wen Lang and mediocre doctors were harming people. She and her husband didn't believe it at all. They even helped go to the Yi court to testify. Unfortunately, it was of no use in the end. They could only watch the Ji'antang being smashed. ,blocked.

Wen Pu sighed: "Aunt Huang, you're all right. I just took a leisurely stroll to take a look. Seeing that this shop was rented, I felt less guilty about the old landlord's ideas."

They are all adjacent shops, and Huang Juan is quite concerned about the things next door.

"I heard that this shop was bought by a young lady." She whispered and shared the gossip with Wen Pu: "Someone sent a lot of medicinal materials this morning. I don't think a medicine shop will be opened here."

(End of this chapter)