Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Old doctor, how many can I buy with a hundred dollars?"

Yan Jiecheng was so happy that he didn't listen to the old man's story at all.

"What? A hundred dollars?"

"Yes."

"Get lost, just go to the market and buy some lamb kidneys."

"I'll add another fifty."

Seeing that the old man was determined, Yan Jiecheng gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and added fifty yuan, so that he could save twenty yuan in pocket money.

"Then I can only give you one."

The old man stroked his beard and thought for a long time.

"One? Can one fix it?"

"Young man, please take it off. Do you know what my medicine is called?"

"what is it call?"

"Hunyuan Bu Tian Wan."

"The name sounds very domineering."

"Humph, young man, don't look at the name."

"What do you want to see?"

“It depends on the efficacy.”

Yan Jiecheng was excited. He rubbed his hands, his face turned red, and he kept pacing back and forth.

"Young man, stop wandering. If you don't have money, go get some. You won't be able to find me after today."

"why?"

"I came out to experience the various aspects of life. Now that I have accomplished my mission, of course I have to go back."

"Where is the old doctor going back to?"

"Longhu Mountain."

When talking about Longhu Mountain, the old man's body shook, and he suddenly opened his eyes, with a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

Coincidentally, at this moment a gust of wind suddenly came, as if it appeared out of thin air. The old man faced the wind and looked into the distance with a smile on his face.

Yan Jiecheng's whole body trembled, and the doubts in his heart disappeared along with the wind.

Looking at the old man again, he saw his "sleeves" fluttering and swaying, which unexpectedly brought a sense of leisurely beauty. Under the sunlight, the old man's clothes looked brilliant, especially the small squares of different colors. Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but be intoxicated by them.

"Old Immortal, please give me the magic medicine."

Yan Jiecheng was very pious and knelt down directly. He also changed the way he addressed him from old miracle doctor to old immortal.

"Oh, never mind. We are destined to be together, so I'll give you one."

The old man stood up, fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a white porcelain bottle, and poured out a black pill the size of a soybean.

Yan Jiecheng stared at the pill in the old man's hand and reached out to take it.

"Ok?"

After getting the pill, Yan Jiecheng snorted. There was an indescribable smell.

"Old Immortal, how do I take this magic medicine?"

"Hahaha, young people are smart, smart. Fortunately, you asked. If you take it according to the normal method, the effect of the medicine will be reduced by half."

"Old Immortal, please enlighten me."

“Take it with ginseng.”

"what?"

"what happened?"

"Old Immortal, one hundred and fifty dollars is all I have."

"this.."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I think you are a very honest young man. I will do a losing deal today and give you two good ginsengs."

As he spoke, the old man began to grope in his arms again. Under Yan Jiecheng's expectant gaze, he groped out two fluffy ginsengs with whiskers. They were a little white in color, and some parts, such as the roots, had a little red.

"Old Immortal, is this a carrot?"

"How dare you! You are so rude! Give the pill back to me."

As he spoke, the old man picked up a tile from the ground and crushed it with one hand in front of Yan Jiecheng's horrified eyes. Yan Jiecheng knelt down again on the spot.

He is worthy of being an old immortal. That was a tile, but he was able to crush it into pieces with one hand. His strength is much greater than that of Liu Guohao.

"Humph!"

The old man stood there staring at Yan Jiecheng with a look of surprise on his face.

"Old Immortal, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please don't bear grudges. I'll give you money, I'll give you money."

Yan Jiecheng's hands were trembling as he took out all the 170 yuan.

"It's too much. We agreed on 150, that's 150. I won't take a cent more."

In front of Yan Jiecheng, the old man counted out another twenty yuan and handed it to Yan Jiecheng.

"Old Immortal, Gao Yi."

Yan Jiecheng took the money tremblingly, bent over, lowered his head and slowly retreated.

When Yan Jiecheng's figure disappeared at the intersection, the old man swiftly took off his clothes, and at the same time took off his wig and false beard and stuffed them into the hole in the corner of the wall.

Before leaving, the "old man" bowed in the direction where Yan Jiecheng was leaving and said: I'm sorry, young man, but it was worth my waiting here early in the morning. I finally saved enough money to go home.

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Courtyard No. 95

"Silly Zhu, silly Zhu, come out."

Yan Bugui returned home angrily and went straight to the central courtyard, knocking on Sha Zhu's door.

"Yan Laokou, do you believe I can beat you up?"

Sha Zhu's working hours are different from others. Others arrive at the factory at eight o'clock, but he usually sleeps until nine o'clock, and then staggers to work. When he arrives at the factory, it is almost ten o'clock, which is just the right time to start preparing lunch.

When Yan Bugui came back from the hospital, Sha Zhu was still sleeping.

"Silly Zhu, you beat me up. If you don't give me an explanation today, I will give you an explanation."

That being said, Yan Bugui really didn't dare to continue knocking on Sha Zhu's door. Not to mention him, even Yi Zhonghai, who used to have the best relationship with Sha Zhu, didn't dare to knock on Sha Zhu's door continuously.

When Shazhu gets angry, he really dares to hit people.

The God of War in the Siheyuan back then was not just a joke, he was beaten to it by Sha Zhu's punches and kicks.

"Mr. Yan, tell me what's going on."

Sha Zhu was extremely impatient. He really didn't sleep well last night. No matter who is woken up when they are sleepy, they will not be in a good mood.

"Shazhu, you are really good. As the elder brother, you actually took Jie Cheng to the Eight Great Hutongs. You are lacking in virtue. Who did you learn this from? And you even called it tea tasting?"

As soon as Sha Zhu opened the door, Yan Bugui started to attack him.

"Old Yan, don't talk nonsense about the Eight Great Hutongs. Your Yan Jiecheng doesn't want to get married, but I do."

Can he admit this? He absolutely cannot admit it. As long as he doesn't admit it, who else but Yan Jiecheng would know that he has been to the Eight Great Hutongs?

"Silly Zhu, you still refuse to admit it. The doctor said that it was a physical deficiency caused by lack of self-control, and you still say it's not your fault?"

"Old stingy Yan, get out of here. Yan Jiecheng's poor health has nothing to do with me. I was the one who took him to the hospital yesterday. Not only did you not thank me, you even maliciously slandered me? What exactly are you up to?"

"You you you..."

"Get lost, stop talking nonsense. I'm going to taste tea anyway. As for what Yan Jiecheng did, you shouldn't ask me."

Sha Zhu turned around and went back to the house. He wanted to sleep for a while.

"Ugh!"

Yan Bugui had no choice. No one could afford to offend him now. If he got angry, others would really dare to hit him.

He could only turn around and go home dejectedly. He was not allowed to go to school in the morning. He had to wait at home for Yan Jiecheng to come back.