I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 10 Grandma Sun is Seriously Injured

Thinking of the half piece of hard and bitter Hubing, he felt a warm feeling from the bottom of his heart.Adding up the previous and present lives, the delicacies I enjoy are not as thick as that piece of hummus.Wang Zi'an squinted his eyes and smiled, thinking to himself, would Granny Sun be very happy that the fan could be sold at a high price? With these savings, she would never have to live so hard anymore, right?

It's not his wishful thinking, but in fact, during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, the purchasing power of money was very strong.Doumi is three qian, and one tael of silver can be exchanged for more than 1000 copper coins. Twenty taels is 20 qian, which is quite a considerable income even for ordinary families.

Just as Wang Zi'an was thinking, Gao Dazhuang came back empty-handed, and Wang Zi'an hurriedly stood up to meet him.

"Why, didn't you buy it? But that fan was sold?"

Wang Zi'an thought about it, if it didn't work, he asked Gao Dazhuang to go again, and bought all those fans from Grandma Sun at a high price.Anyway, the weather is getting colder, and those fans can't be sold anymore.

"No, the old gentleman at a nearby calligraphy stall said that Grandma Sun didn't come today, and I heard that she was sick."

Wang Zi'an couldn't help but frowned, actually sick?When I saw Grandma Sun yesterday, although she looked hungry, she was in good health, how could she fall ill after talking about her illness?

"Brother Zhuang, wait for me here, I'll go and have a look."

Wang Zi'an went straight to the place where Grandma Sun set up a stall, and saw that Grandma Sun was not there. The place where she originally set up a stall had been replaced by a middle-aged woman selling shoes and hats, but the gentleman next to her was still there.Seeing Wang Zi'an approaching, he immediately stood up from his booth and bowed deeply.The old man was so serious that Wang Zi'an was confused.

"I don't know Taishan with my eyes, I feel ashamed and ashamed. That day I saw the little master said that the fan can be sold for two thousand dollars, and he criticized the little master behind Grandma Sun's back. Unexpectedly, the little master sold the fan in a blink of an eye, and later bought it. The family even went after Grandma Sun to add a few pendants, and took a piece of good jade pendant, which can be worth a lot of money, saying that the price is too low, thinking about it until now, I feel ashamed."

It turned out that the fan was sold at a high price, which is really lucky.But Wang Zi'an didn't pay attention to this at this time, and didn't have the heart to correct his title of little master, so he bowed his hands politely and asked directly.

"You're being polite, old man. Grandma Sun will set up a stall in the future. Is there something wrong with her old man? I have received the old man's kindness the day before yesterday, and I haven't had time to thank her."

In his previous life, Wang Zi'an had already glimpsed the master's way, and he had a natural bearing. Now he has changed into the moon-white robe personally given by Mrs. Gao. Very graceful and elegant son of the world.The old gentleman at the word stand looked at Wang Zi'an carefully and smiled.

"Little master, you really have a heart. The old man is next to Grandma Sun's village, but on the way out of the stall today, I heard that Grandma Sun was talked about by acquaintances in her village. I heard that she fell ill. His little grandson died last night. I went to the village next door to ask for medicine, and it seems that I am seriously ill. Hey, I am really an unlucky person. I just said that with the help of my little master, I sold it for a lot of money, and I can enjoy a few days of happiness at home. But who would have thought that this person would get sick next time, it was an unexpected event..."

Just made a fortune and fell ill?An ominous feeling faintly rose in Wang Zi'an's heart, and he didn't dare to think about it.It directly interrupted the old gentleman's rambling emotion.After finding out where Grandma Sun lived, I went back and explained to Gao Dazhuang, asking him to go back and tell Uncle Gao and the others first, and hurried to Grandma Sun's house alone.When passing by a pastry shop, I bought a few boxes of pastries.

Walking through the long alleys and passing through the tall buildings, the goal is the dilapidated houses. The messy garbage is piled crookedly at the door, and the flies are flying around on it, and no one takes care of it.A few dirty children were playing around in the alley, when an outsider came in, he couldn't help but stop, and looked at him curiously.

There was a five or six-year-old boy who bit his finger and asked curiously.

"Big brother, are you a monk in the temple?"

Wang Zi'an smiled and patted his little head.

"Who knows where Grandma Sun lives, take me there, and I'll give him some snacks..."

"I……"

"I……"

……

As soon as the child heard that there was a snack to eat, his eyes lit up immediately, and he rushed to raise his little hand, lest this strange monk brother would not be able to order him.

"Okay, let's all go..."

Hula, there is a group of boy scouts in front of Wang Zi'an.

"This is Grandma Sun's home—"

Several children pointed at a yard in a mess, then raised their faces and looked eagerly at the snack in Wang Zi'an's hand.Wang Zi'an opened a box of snacks in his hand and shared them among them, and the children ran away cheering.

Across the uneven fence, you can smell the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.Probably because of the daytime, the chai gate was not locked, but only half-hidden.Wang Zi'an knocked on the door, and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old child coming out of the main room, looking at Wang Zi'an warily.

"I'm sorry, little master, my grandma is sick, and there is no food at home, you should go elsewhere for alms."

"..."

Wang Zi'an awkwardly touched his small chest.

"Do you dare to ask if this is Grandma Sun's house? I'm not a monk, I'm... a junior of hers. I heard that she was ill, so I came here to take a look."

As he spoke, he raised the dim sum he was carrying in his hand at the other party, and the child leaned sideways and opened the chaimen.The yard is very messy, all kinds of sundries are piled up in a mess, and there are still medicine residues piled up under the jujube tree on one side.Wang Zi'an glanced at the dregs of the medicine, and couldn't help but feel a sinking heart. Sure enough, something happened. It was not a traditional Chinese medicine such as typhoid fever at all, it was clearly a wound medicine.

Grandma Sun is not sick, but injured.

Wang Zi'an's eyes froze, and the murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The house is very low and dark, with only two rooms inside and outside, with curtains drawn in between.At this time, the curtain was opened, and Grandma Sun was lying on the bed with a sallow face, her lips were chapped, her eye sockets were sunken, her eyes were tightly closed, and her gray hair was scattered in a mess.The quilt on her body was very worn out, and there were patches falling on many places.

"Who hit it?"

Thinking of Grandma Sun swallowing her saliva that day, watching him kindly eating hummus, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel murderous.While stroking Grandma Sun's withered and rough wrist, she asked in a deep voice.Grandma Sun's injury was very serious, it must have hurt her internal organs, her pulse was very weak, and her pulse was large and hollow, like pressing an onion tube. field.

(End of this chapter)