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Chapter 26 Baozhilin

The rain is misty and the bamboo leaves are swaying gently.

The window contains the rain scene, and the scene reflects the human figure.

The tidy room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning pages of books.

The incense burner on the table emits wisps of smoke, which sway in the wind and dissipate, bringing peace of mind and tranquility.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master!"

There were shouts coming from outside the yard, getting closer and closer.

Hong Chen's ears moved and he looked out the window.

The gate was opened, and a fat man walked in under the drizzle, saying in a loud voice: "Uncle Master, are you there?"

Hong Chen sighed, put down the medical book and opened the window.

"what happened again?"

"Uncle Master, you are here."

"Nonsense, is it weird that I'm in my own place? If you have something to say, come in and talk."

When the fat man came in, Hong Chen handed him a towel: "Wipe it."

"Hehe, thank you, uncle!"

When Hong Chen looked at his rough and honest face, he always thought of Uncle Fei Bo from the previous world.

But here, he has a more famous name: Zhu Rourong/Lin Shirong.

The future generation of Hung Gar masters had a wide influence and made indelible contributions to the inheritance and development of Hung Gar.

In the previous world, he was Hong Chen's predecessor.

But now, he is Hong Chen's nephew.

After he wiped off the rain, Hong Chen sat back, shook his gown lightly, crossed his legs, and said, "Shirong, go ahead."

Zhu Rourong put down the towel and said with a smile: "Master, my master said that there are more and more patients in Baozhilin recently. He is very busy every day, so he asked me to ask Master if he has time to teach us to practice."

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows and looked out the window.

"Recently, the temperature has been high, it has been rainy, and it's hot and humid, so it's really easy to get sick."

"Yes, my master plans to post a few herbal tea recipes at the entrance of Baozhilin, and set up a free herbal tea shop so that those who have no money can also prevent illness."

"Good thing, count me in." Hong Chen nodded, and returned to the subject, asking, "Of course I have no problem teaching you how to practice, but this is just a small matter for me, so it shouldn't be necessary for you to make such a hasty trip?"

Zhu Rourong was happy at first, but then he slapped his head suddenly, "Oh! Look at my brain, I always think about practicing, and almost forgot the important things that Master told me. Uncle, my master said that he will go to the teahouse to meet his uncle this afternoon, and asked you to get ready and go with him."

Hong Chen grabbed the folding fan on the table and tapped Zhu Rourong on the forehead gently: "Next time, remember to put the big things first."

"Haha, okay uncle!"

Zhu Rourong was about to leave, touching his head with a smile, but Hong Chen stopped him again, turned around, took out a gold ingot from the box, and threw it out without looking back.

Zhu Rourong quickly reached out to catch it, and when he saw it clearly, his eyes immediately widened like bells.

"Uncle master! Such a big piece of gold! How...how come you are so rich?" After saying that, he opened his mouth and took a bite in disbelief.

Hong Chen sat at the table, picked up the medical book, and said without looking up: "Should I look poor?"

"How is that possible? The first time I saw you, I knew you must be a young master from a wealthy family!"

"But I remember you greeted me with your fist when we first met."

"Hahaha, Uncle Master, why are you still talking about the past? You continue reading, I'll go tell Master."

"Okay." After responding, Hong Chen continued to immerse himself in the medical book.

Zhu Rourong held the gold ingot tightly and ran quickly towards the front hall.

On the way, he looked at the gold in his hand from time to time, and then looked around, for fear of being discovered.

"Hey, Brother, why are you running so fast?"

Suddenly a voice was heard, and Zhu Rourong recognized it was his junior fellow apprentice Ling Yunkai, but he not only did not stop, but moved even faster.

Ling Yunkai became even more curious when he saw this, so he quickly chased after him, rolled over and blocked Zhu Rourong with his arms outstretched.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhu Rourong quickly hid the gold in his arms.

But Ling Yunkai had very good eyesight and saw it clearly in an instant. He couldn't help but gasp: "Hiss... Senior Brother, such a big golden wow wow..."

Zhu Rourong covered his mouth and said sternly, "Keep your voice down! Do you want everyone to know?"

Ling Yunkai blinked and nodded slightly.

After Zhu Rourong let go, he asked in a low voice: "Brother, where did you come from? Did you steal Master's…"

Zhu Rourong rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think Master has so much money?"

"Definitely not. If Master had this much money, he would have set up the herbal tea shop at the door long ago."

"That's it. My uncle asked me to give this to my master to open a herbal tea shop."

"Uncle Master?" Ling Yunkai was stunned, then surprised: "Uncle Master who came from the capital three months ago?"

"Do we have any other uncles?"

Ling Yunkai thought about it and nodded: "No wonder, he looks like a rich man."

Zhu Rourong was stunned. "How did you figure that out?"

Ling Yunkai smiled upon hearing this, and looked at Zhu Rourong meaningfully: "When he came, I told you that 'a family of scholars, a disciple of wealth'. If someone is not educated, he won't have the same temperament as him, and if he is not rich, he can't afford such good clothes. But when you heard that he was Huang Feihong's junior apprentice, you didn't believe it, and you insisted on fighting with him. As a result, you were almost knocked unconscious by a slap..."

Zhu Rourong's chubby cheeks twitched.

He pushed Ling Yunkai away: "Don't stop me, I have to give this money to Master quickly."

"There are many people in the front hall, so you better hide well."

"I'll put it directly in my arms!"

After a while, Zhu Rourong forcibly pulled Huang Feihong to the back, took out the gold and explained the reason.

Huang Feihong was also a little dazed holding the gold ingot.

He believed that this money was definitely not given by his father Huang Qiying, because he knew that if his father really had so much money, he would have told him long ago.

"Master, can we set up the herbal tea shop now?" asked Zhu Rourong.

Huang Feihong frowned and shook his head, saying, "Ah Rong, don't tell anyone about this for now. Wait until I finish my consultation and talk to your uncle first."

"Okay, Master, but Akai saw it just now, and he knows it too."

"That's okay."

After putting away the gold ingot, Huang Feihong returned to the front hall. Looking at the patient in front of him, he quickly put the matter of the gold behind him.

noon.

Hong Chen came to the front hall, and Huang Feihong had just sent away the last patient.

Seeing Hong Chen, he turned around and revealed a very handsome and sunny smile.

Hong Chen: This boy is so handsome!

At the peak of appearance, in the prime of life.

He appeared before him in person, alive and well. Although it was not the first time he had seen him, he still felt deeply touched.

After all, who didn’t have an idol when they were a kid?
"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother!" Hong Chen took the initiative to greet him.

Huang Feihong shook his head and said with a smile: "Junior brother, it must not be easy for you to stay in your room reading medical books all day."

"Senior brother is an experienced person."

"Junior brother understands me. At that time, I was always accompanied by the cane in my father's hand when I read medical books."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Ah Su, take care of Bao Zhilin. Your uncle and I are going out for a while."

"Good... good!"

Hong Chen looked back at the buck-toothed singing god and smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)