The promise of slow wear for the rest of your life

The exchange ratio of gold and silver here is relatively low, and one tael of real gold can only be exchanged for about eight taels of cash silver.

Arnold gave Cong Yan thirteen golden nudes in total.

Cong Yan used the one hundred and forty-four taels of silver they exchanged, and after excluding the expenses for buying medicine pots and drinking water, there were only a hundred taels of cash and a few grains of silver plus a dozen copper plates left.

Arnold only took half of the 100 taels of cash, leaving the remaining half of the whole silver, broken silver and copper plates to Cong Yan for backup.

After the two of them collected the money, it was time for dinner.

Open the oil paper, the food is still steaming.

From this we can see how fast Cong Yan was traveling.

The three of them ate six hot sesame cakes while they were still hot, and drank a pot of hot tea, and it was considered dinner.

After eating, Cong Yan put down his teacup and said mysteriously, "Master, guess who I saw in the city just now?"

Anol glanced at him and said, "Mu Zhuo?"

Cong Yan was stunned: "How do you know?"

Anol sighed secretly, and said: "You and I know each other, and there are people who may appear here, it seems that he is the only one!"

Cong Yan suddenly realized: "It is also. No wonder the master can guess it is him."

Situ Yan put down the teacup and asked, "Who is this Mu Zhuo?"

Arnold didn't want to tell people right and wrong behind his back, so he hesitated for a while, and was about to say something tactful, when Cong Yan said: "Master's best friend, and he is also kind to me."

Hearing this, Situ Yan suddenly felt a little sore in his heart: "Best friends?"

Anol was slightly stunned, and Fang said: "I haven't been in touch with him for a long time, the relationship has faded, and I can no longer be regarded as a close friend."

Situ Yan let out a dry "Oh".

Anol's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to be emotional and explained: "To be honest, I don't remember much now, what he looks like."

This sentence is barely half-truth.

He didn't really remember what that person looked like, but he only remembered that the other person seemed to be good-looking, but his character was too bad.

Because he didn't pay much attention to that person's appearance at the beginning, and his impression of that person remained in the memory left by the original owner.

But even so, Arnold still said without guilt.

Situ Yan didn't know the inside story, and he believed it after hearing what he said, and his anger immediately eased, and he didn't feel sour, and even felt a little bit of joy.

Noticing the change in his mood, Arnold couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Cong Yan noticed the change in the atmosphere, and always felt that the atmosphere suddenly became weird, but he couldn't tell where it was.

Seeing that the conversation between the two had come to an end, he took the opportunity to say: "Master, I actually have one more thing to say."

"What's the matter?" Arnold asked.

Cong Yan said: "I just went back to the city, and not only did I see Great Xia Mu, but I also saw a chivalrous man next to him who looks very similar to my master."

Arnold was slightly stunned, and thoughtfully said, "How similar is it?"

Cong Yan said: "There is at least seven points of resemblance from the front, and at least nine points of imagination when viewed from the side. If it weren't for the clothes he and the master often wear now, the hair style is different, and the temperament is also different from the master's current temperament, And there is no red mole between the eyebrows. The first time I saw that person's side face, I almost thought that person was the master."

Arnold raised his brows slightly and asked, "What kind of clothing is he wearing?"

Cong Yan said: "I wear a moon-white tunic with wide sleeves inside, and a cloud-white wide-sleeve robe on the outside."

Very good, it is the color and style of clothes that the original owner likes to wear and the person likes to look at the most.

Anol pulled his lips, smiled coldly, and then asked, "What kind of hair style do you wear?"

Cong Yan racked his brains to find a suitable vocabulary for the description, and said: "The hair style is a half bun, without a hair crown, and without a square scarf, and only tied with a moon-white super long hair band, which looks lovely. There is a fairy spirit."

Very good, it is the hairstyle that the original owner likes to comb and the person likes to look at the most.

The smile on Arnold's face became colder and colder.

Cong Yan continued: "Although the temperament is different from the master's current temperament, it is quite similar to the master's previous temperament. It looks a little weak...?"

"That's not quite right... It should be said to be very gentle or gentle... Very fairy-like, and he doesn't look like a bad guy. Because I want to distinguish whether he is the master or not, I have to look carefully. But I don’t read much, so I may not be able to describe it accurately.”

"Yeah." Arnold smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

Situ Yan also became interested in that person, so he asked Cong Yan, "How old does that person look like?"

Cong Yan said: "It looks like he is a little bit older than the master, about seventeen or so. He is taller than the master, about the same height as me."

Arnold squinted at him and said, "Do you still have a few medicines to finish?"

"Yes, I almost forgot, I'll go to dispense it now, thank you master for reminding me." Cong Yan hurriedly got up and went to the pallet to dispense the medicine.

Situ Yan turned to look at him, but smiled and said nothing.

Anol turned his eyes away and looked elsewhere, bent his index finger knuckles, rubbed his nose, and murmured in a low voice, "I'm sixteen now, and I still have some growth."

Situ Yan looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "I'm still sixteen now, and I'm still a little taller."

Arnold pretended not to hear, looked left and right but didn't look at him.

It was rare to see him show such a mood, Situ Yan was full of eagerness to try, and really wanted to tease him a few more words, which made him blush, eyes watery, shy and timid, full of spring.

But he was contradictory and didn't want anyone to see Arnold like that, so he didn't make any more teasing words in the end.

Not far away, Cong Yan looked back at the two of them, once again felt that the atmosphere in the medical shed was strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Maybe it's because he doesn't read too much, so he can't tell what he can't figure out!

Cong Yan thought so.

After receiving the porridge, the sick victims didn't even eat, so they returned to the hospital holding bowls and jars. A donkey was tied under a tree and a cart was placed next to the hospital shed.

After dispensing the medicine, Cong Yan organized everyone to line up in order of numbers, waiting for medical treatment.

After doing this, the other side will lend all the more than a dozen medicine jars they bought to those victims who have received the medicine but have no tools to make it.

During this period, many new disaster victims came to him to get numbered bamboo badges.

Thanks to Arnold, when he was free, he cut and carved a lot of numbered bamboo plates for backup. If there are fewer, it will definitely not be enough.

On this day, the three of them were busy until it was dark before they called it a day.

Even so, only a small half of the more than 200 numbered bamboo tokens sent out have been recovered.

It is worth mentioning that most of the victims who came to see Arnold for medical treatment in half a day were brothers and their children.

The proportion of men is less than one-fifth of the total number of people.

Arnold wondered, the reason for this might be that the sick victims mistook him for his elder brother.

It's hard for him to explain this kind of thing. He can't just tell others that he is a man or not a brother every time a patient comes.

You can say it, but you have to believe it.

However, according to the memory left by the original owner and his own experience in the past year, even if he said it, no one would believe it.

People often only believe what they see with their own eyes, not what others say.

As long as the red mole between his eyebrows that looks like a pregnancy mole exists for a day, Arnold will inevitably be misunderstood as a brother.

This kind of thing has already happened to Arnold many times in the past year.

The original owner was already weather-beaten.

Therefore, even though Arnold guessed that the patients had misunderstood his gender, he did not waste his time explaining it.

After the patients had dispersed, Arnold told Cong Yan and Situ Yan to return to the city as soon as possible before the city gate closed.

There are still many medicinal materials in the medical shed, and it is too troublesome to carry them back and forth.

Therefore, he plans to stay here tonight, and secretly replenish some medicinal materials used today.

Cong Yan has always been obedient, and he responded directly when he heard the words.

Situ Yan glanced at the car boards laid by Cong Yan, hesitated and did not respond.

Seeing that he was sitting still, Anol asked, "Changhua doesn't want to go back to the city and live in a hotel?"

Situ Yan nodded immediately, and said, "It's not safe for you to stay here alone. I'll accompany you."

Cong Yan wanted to say that his master was stronger than both of them.With his master guarding here, there is no safer place in the world than here.

It's just that he opened his mouth, and before he could make a sound, his master raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you sure? There is no hot water for washing and bathing here, and there is no high bed and soft quilt for you to rest on."

"Sure." Situ Yan responded without hesitation, anyway, even if he went back, he still couldn't fall asleep.

"Okay then." Anol bent his lips and smiled, and didn't insist on letting him go back.

Then Arnold turned his eyes to Congyan who was busy laying the resting ground for him, and said, "Let's get these done. You should go back to the city quickly, lest the city gate will be closed for a while and you won't be able to get in."

"Remember to bring us some hot food tomorrow morning, and buy more dry food that is easy to store for later use. In addition, remember to feed more forage to Big Hui. It didn't eat much today, so don't let it starve and lose weight."

"Good master."

Cong Yan withdrew his hand at the sound, took the gray donkey and left.

On the way back to the city, Cong Yan was thinking all the way why his master wanted Situ Yan to stay.

If it's just for safety, he should be kept.

Could it be because his martial arts aptitude is too poor and his progress is too slow, and he has been overtaken by the newcomer?

Thinking of this, Cong Yan suddenly realized, and immediately decided to practice the saber technique for an hour tonight.

At this time, there were no wooden tables, tables and chairs at the entrance and exit of the medical shed.

Those planks were all multi-purpose by Cong Yan, and they were tied into plank doors and erected at the entrance and exit of the hospital shed to keep out the wind and cold, and to keep out the prying eyes of the victims who settled near the hospital shed.

Cong Yan took all the remaining medicinal materials to the left side of the medical shed, and the tables and chairs were also moved to that side.

In the right corner, the charcoal stove is still burning.

On the vacated ground, Cong Yan specially removed the wheels and padded the four corners of the cart.

The sundries on the car had been unloaded by Cong Yan long ago and piled up on the left side of the medical shed.

Now the car board is only covered with bedding and bedding, so that they can lie down and rest.