Chapter 354 Arriving in the capital

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  After the full moon banquet, under the warm invitation of Yingniang, Qiuyan and Fang's family, Liu Zhihua decided to stay for two more days.

  Old Madam Fang changed her usual attitude and was very warm and kind. She arranged first-class accommodation and meals, and took her out to visit scenic spots and historic sites in Huaicheng, and even took out her precious jewelry at the bottom of the box.

   presented them to Jiaojiao and Baoya respectively, neither of them wanted it very much, Liu Zhihua saw that the old lady had a good attitude, so she took it for the two children without slapping the smiling face.

  Mrs. Fang also handed over all the keys to the butler's ledger to Qiu Yan in front of the Wang family.

  Qiu Yan didn't shirk it either. After taking over these things, she quickly got started and did things in an orderly manner. She directly exchanged a batch of new servants and dismissed Steward Yang.

  Madam Fang didn't dare to say much, and completely let go of things.

  Fang Xinyu knew that the lady had been wronged too much in the past, so she strongly supported her. She would help the lady to list the accounts at night, and would also help to inquire about the honest and honest new housekeeper.

  After this encounter, the family has settled down.

   At the same time, the Wang family also embarked on the road to the capital.

  Qiu Sheng won the first prize, so the whole family naturally wanted to go.

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  The capital.

  In the past two days, the streets were full of discussions about the new champion.

"It is said that the number one scholar this time is only eighteen years old, and he studied under Master Fu of the Imperial College. When he was parading the street that day, he looked very handsome and gentle as a young man. Many young ladies threw their purses, but the new number one scholar was stunned. It was a miss."

   "That person doesn't seem to be from a famous family. It is said that he came from a small mountain village. There is no family support behind him. I am afraid he is another empty shell son-in-law."

"How did I hear that this number one scholar seems to have some relationship with the empress? Some people have seen the chief executive and the queen's personal servants have sent congratulatory gifts to this young master, so let's forget about the chief executive. It must be the order of the emperor. But why does the Empress need to give another gift?"

  Several literati on the street were talking about it.

  At this time, a passing scholar shouted: "Stop talking about these secrets, ordinary people don't talk about the affairs of the Tian family, and be careful to catch you."

   Those people shut their mouths in embarrassment when they heard this, and left one by one, waving their fans.

   At the same time, the most prosperous street in Beijing,

   There is a three-storey loft.

   This is not a restaurant or a tea house, but a pharmacy.

  The pharmacy is named—good medicine.

   There is also a line of small golden characters engraved under the plaque: good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease.

  There is an endless stream of customers coming and going, and on every floor you can see waiters in uniforms greeting customers.

   "Guest officer, the herbs you want are here."

   "Guest officer, please..."

A very fat young man walked in outside the store, with a fat head and big ears. His golden robe could not cover his round belly, and he was out of breath after walking a few steps. The son fanned the wind to remove the heat.

  The waiter hurriedly greeted him with a smile, bowed down and saluted respectfully, and asked, "Master, what kind of medicine do you want to buy?"

  The son looked impatient, and the boy at the side said hurriedly while fanning the wind: "Dried rehmannia glutinosa, our son wants the best."

  The store waiter nodded with a smile, and said, "The dried rehmannia glutinosa is on the second floor. I don't know how much you want, so I'll get it for you."

  The young man hurriedly looked at the young master, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, how much should we buy?"

  The young man was wheezing in his nasal cavity, and directly ordered to the waiter in the shop: "First come ten catties, I will go home and cook a bowl to taste the taste. It's too bad, I don't want to drink it."

  The clerk in the store was taken aback when he heard that, cooking a bowl for ten catties? Is it too bad to drink?

  This young master is here to buy medicine, why is he so brainless, this ten catties of condensed bowl will not bleed from his seven orifices.

  The servant saw him looking directly at the young master, and got angry, so he pushed him with a fan, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up, do you want to do business!"

   "Ah," the shop clerk was pushed and almost fell, when a hand reached out from behind to support him.

  The shop waiter turned his head, his eyes lit up when he saw the person coming, and he shouted happily: "Boss, you are back."

   "Well, back."

  The man was Song Dong. He was dressed in green, with delicate and handsome features, and a faint medicinal fragrance exuded from his body.

  Five years ago, he received a secret letter from the eldest son, asking him to come to the capital to work, so he came.

  After five years of hard work, the pharmacies that were originally only known in small towns and small towns have truly become the only one.

  Good medicine is now the most popular pharmacy in the capital, and even the imperial medical bureau in the palace will wholesale medicinal materials for the nobles in the palace.

  The fat young man heard this, frowned and shouted: "Hurry up and get the medicine for me, why are you two chatting here!"

Song Dong looked at him calmly, and said, "Puderaria lobata has the functions of relieving muscles and reducing fever, clearing rashes, producing body fluids and quenching thirst, raising yang and relieving diarrhea. Diabetes, hot diarrhea and dysentery."

  The young master was taken aback for a moment, the symptoms this man said were the same as what the imperial physician said about him.

  He hurriedly pushed the boy away, stepped forward and asked, "Wouldn't it be better to use dried rehmannia glutinosa tonic? Why do you say that kudzu, I have never heard of that kind of medicine."

  Song Dong glanced at him, and said calmly: "Everything should be based on the right medicine, and you can't use medicine blindly. The medicine is three-part poisonous, and I hope you will understand it."

  The fat boy raised his chin and said: "Then try it, if you don't care about it after eating, then I will smash your shop."

  Song Dong frowned, and directly ordered to the waiter at the side: "Pudzu root, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, Gorgon fruit, Phellodendri cypress, Citrus aurantium, Grasswort, Saccharomyces japonicus, Pollen, Guizhi, aggravating potions, give him ten pairs first."

   After speaking, Song Dong walked towards the second floor.

   "Oh, I haven't finished asking questions yet!"

  The fat young man hurriedly yelled, and the boy also yelled: "Our young man has a high status, if you eat something bad, you will be responsible!"

  Song Dong, who was walking up the stairs, stopped, looked back at him, and said calmly: "The nobles in the womb of my good medicine shop praise it, if you don't believe it, then go to other medicine shops to have a look."

   After finishing speaking, Song Dong went straight up to the second floor, not because he was talking too much.

The fat young man opened his mouth, frowned and snorted angrily, and said in dissatisfaction: "I don't want to be found out that I have this disease, otherwise the imperial doctor in the palace can get it! A small medicine shop What the **** is the shopkeeper?"

The waiter in the shop heard this, and replied with a smile on purpose: "We are very familiar with the people in the imperial medical bureau in the palace, and the imperial medical bureau uses our medicinal materials, and the imperial doctor Niu often comes to our shop to drink tea with our shopkeeper. Chatting, I don't know which imperial doctor the young master is talking about?"

  The fat boy was stunned when he heard that, Doctor Niu?

  That's the chief physician of the Imperial Medical Bureau, the imperial doctor who only feels the pulse of the emperor!

   The fat boy didn't dare to underestimate this pharmacy, and his voice softened a little, and he hurriedly said, "Just follow the shopkeeper's prescription!"

  The clerk in the store smiled, pointed to the rest area beside him, and said, "Okay, sir, please sit down and wait a while, a cup of tea will do the trick."

   "Oh, okay, I'm waiting."

  At this moment, a few more people walked in, and a beautiful female voice sounded from among them.

   "Mother, Song Dong is really good, our medicine store is as grand as a restaurant!"

  (end of this chapter)