: The word hits the mark

Zuo Shaoyang was really a little creepy this time. Could it be that there is really a ghost in this world? He hurriedly said to Bai Zhihan: "Let's go! Let's go back!"

Pulling Bai Zhihan, the two of them got into the rain, stepped on the rain in the yard, and soon returned to the lobby.

The people in the lobby were still sleeping soundly, and they could even hear the snoring sounds coming from Shoutongzi. I guess amid the snoring and the rushing rain, Bai Zhihan's call just now did not wake everyone up.

Zuo Shaoyang took Bai Zhihan's hand and crawled into his compartment. Seeing that the screen between him and Qing Meizi had been blocked again, he knew that Qing Meizi must have guessed that Zuo Shaoyang's pretty maid would stare at them, but he was afraid that there would be no chance to talk to Zuo Shaoyang again. It was inconvenient to talk to so many people in the lobby. So he simply stopped the shelf again.

This is good so as not to be unclear. Zuo Shaoyang turned his head and said to Bai Zhihan, "Are you still afraid?"

Bai Zhihan nodded and shivered gently against his delicate body. I don’t know if it was the chill in the second half of the night or if it was really scared.

"Then remove the screen, which is equivalent to letting us sleep together, so we won't be afraid."

"Yeah!" Bai Zhihan nodded gratefully. Bai Zhihan is still Zuo Shaoyang's close-fitting girl. Everyone knows this. In ancient times, the close-fitting girl had to live with her master, so even if she was seen by others at dawn, there was nothing wrong with it.

Bai Zhihan gently pulled away the screen between the two's compartments, and went over to lie down on the side of his bedding.

Zuo Shaoyang also lay down, next to her, reached over, gently stroked her face, Bai Zhihan reached out to hold his hand, kissed him gently, and stared at him with shiny eyes.

Zuo Shaoyang also pulled her hand over and asked, and said softly: "Go to sleep, it's okay, I'm right next to you."

"Yes!" Bai Zhihan pulled his hand back, pressed against the breasts on her chest, and fell asleep with satisfaction.

Zuo Shaoyang couldn't sleep for a moment, and kept listening to the sounds around him to see if he could catch the footsteps of the mysterious woman again.

However, the night passed and I never heard it again.

Zuo Shaoyang only fell asleep at dawn. When he woke up, it was already dawn. The shelf between him and Bai Zhihan had been blocked again. Bai Zhihan could not be seen. Zuo Shaoyang was shocked, and hurriedly got up and shouted: "Zhi'er!"

A man came into behind the screen in the direction of the door. It was Bai Zhihan: "I'm here, lord."

"You've gotten up?"

Another person came in next to him. It was Qing Meizi, who laughed: "We all got up just dawn, so you just slept in! You pretty girl won't be called to you!"

Zuo Shaoyang was very embarrassed and hurriedly got up and tidyed up his clothes. They all slept with clothes, so they didn’t have to wear clothes, they just needed to be tidy.

Bai Zhihan helped him comb his long hair again, tied it into a bun and put it on his soft-footed head.

Sun Simiao was sitting on a long bench under the platform of the lobby, looking at the gloomy sky outside, hearing the sound behind him, turning his head to look at him: "Junior brother, how are you sleeping?"

"It's okay. Where is the senior brother?"

"Not very good. A few little mice ran in and out, and they were making a noise."

"Little mouse?" Zuo Shaoyang saw his smiling expression and immediately understood that Sun Simiao was joking with him. With his profound Taoist skills, he must have heard that the three of them had entered and exited the lobby.

Zuo Shaoyang couldn't help but turn his head and look at Qing Meizi. Qing Meizi stuck out her tongue and laughed.

Qing Lingzi next to him said coldly: "Yes, the little mouse wants to steal a mouth, but it can't. It's really funny!"

Qing Meizi snorted, her pretty face turned away, and she couldn't see Ling Zi clearly.

Zuo Shaoyang quickly changed the topic: "Since we have all gotten up, let's go to the street to find shops. Only when this matter is done can we feel at ease."

The group left the yamen and walked along the street.

Quzhou is really dilapidated, but it is not uncommon for rich children in bright clothes. They first walked around the city and wanted to see if there were any pharmacies or clinics for sale. This was the most ready-made method, and they could open their business by taking over. However, they did not find it.

Then, I could only see if there were any other shops that were transferred. It was very strange that in such a huge Quzhou city, no shop had a transfer notice posted.

Forced by helplessness, Zuo Shaoyang had to ask Zhen Lingzi and the others to go everywhere to ask if there were any transferred shops, which would be rented for sale. As a result, it was not until noon, and no one expressed his willingness to sell or transfer the shop, and he didn't know who would transfer the shop.

Zuo Shaoyang said that the price was raised, and the price even increased to twice the price of shops in Beijing. However, many shops that looked very dilapidated, or whose business was obviously not good, were unwilling to transfer them.

It was still in the evening and they didn't even find a shop that could negotiate for transfer.

In the evening, the Si Bing held a banquet to entertain Zuo Shaoyang and the others as usual. Zuo Shaoyang said: "Sir Si Bing, I wonder if you can invite some merchants with better ports to have dinner together. We want to buy shops, but no one is willing to sell them after transferring them for a day. If we can find a merchant who is willing to transfer shops, we are willing to pay double the price."

The Si Bing was very embarrassed and hesitated: "This..., our governor has already set rules. No matter whether it is the meal of the yamen or the officials who come from above, they are not allowed to invite local merchants to accompany them, and they are not allowed to accept banquets from merchants..."

"I don't want them to serve as a banquet. I just want to buy or rent a shop and open a pharmacy and invite them to have dinner, so as to discuss the purchase of a shop with them."

"That's it," Si Bing still hesitated and said with a blushing face: "To be honest, Lord Zuo, Bei Zhi is only responsible for the military room, and the only people who deal with people are civilians and Zhuang, who hardly knows any merchants. Bei Zhi has recently transferred to Quzhou. Many people are not familiar with them, and they..., hehe, don't give me any face. So..."

Zuo Shaoyang understood and hurriedly said, "It's okay. Since that's the case, we won't force it. Let's find a way ourselves."

The Si Bing repeatedly apologized, and still called several of the best-drinking detectives yesterday and Zaoli to accompany Min Zhuang.

Si Bing may have felt a little ashamed because the Shangguan told him that he had not done it well and kept urging him toast. As a result, the banquet was not over and he got drunk first.

Zuo Shaoyang asked the Zaoli and the others to help him down. Seeing that the sun had just set and there was more than an hour before the curfew, he didn't want to go back to the gloomy lobby so early to sleep, so he suggested going to the street to ask, and maybe he found the transferred shop.

The group walked along the main street of Quzhou. They asked about the decent shops along the street during the day. Many shops even met them. When they saw them passing by, they nodded kindly.

After walking forward for a while, I heard the sound of suona and crying, mixed with the sound of chanting scriptures that I couldn't understand. Could it be that anyone had a funeral?

I walked slowly over and saw a large yard on the street setting up a pergola, which was tall and covered with white paper lanterns hanging around it. It was bright and several large pieces of white cloth fell from the pergola, whirling in the evening breeze, like a slender elf dancing in the night sky.

Under the awning, a dark coffin was parked inside, with the cover of the coffin placed aside, the coffin was open, the body had been put into the coffin, and there was no nailing the coffin lid. In front of the spiritual seat in front of the coffin, several people were kneeling and burning paper money. A man next to him was sitting on a stool, holding the coffin and crying loudly.

Dozens of guests who came to pay tribute to the sacred guards sat around a few square tables under the awning, talking and laughing about something.

In ancient China, funerals were very interesting, and they adopted a transcendent attitude towards death, and even called funerals a joyful funeral. The families of the deceased cried to death in front of the spirit, but the guests who were guarding could drink, eat meat, chat and laugh, and even play cards and entertain.

The group of them walked past the pergola without stopping. At this moment, someone in the pergola shouted loudly: "Doctor Zuo! Is Doctor Zuo from the capital?"

Zuo Shaoyang was very surprised. He didn't expect that there was acquaintance of his own in Quzhou City. He quickly turned his head and looked at him, and saw a middle-aged man standing up in the awning and waved to him.

This man was the middle-aged man from the family they met when they had dinner at the Inn in the small village outside Quzhou City on the first day. The couple, with a young sick child, were preparing to go to Suzhou for treatment. Zuo Shaoyang once concluded that the child was critically ill but had a strong pulse and decided that he would die. He couldn't stand the next day and advised them not to go to Suzhou and quickly return to Quzhou to prepare for the funeral, but they still went to Suzhou. Now it seems that the child must have died in a foreign land and was transported back to the funeral.

Zuo Shaoyang bowed his hand lightly: "That's right."

The middle-aged man walked over quickly, bowed and said in tears: "Doctor Zuo, thank you for your reminder yesterday, which saved my son from being killed in a foreign land and could return to his hometown."

"Oh, I thought..."

"I'm going. In the evening, my son suddenly became critical. I remembered your words from Doctor Zuo, so I decided to return to Quzhou immediately and find Doctor Ao to treat him after entering the city. However, before dawn, the child... died."

When he heard this, Qing Miaozi, Qing Meizi and others looked at Zuo Shaoyang, their faces full of admiration.

Zuo Shaoyang naturally knew what they admired. Zuo Shaoyang saw that the reason why the middle-aged man's son could not survive the next day was because of the extreme contradiction between the pulse and the diagnosis, and the judgment was a return to the light. When Qing Miaozi and the others asked, he replied that he could see it based on the appearance.
Chapter completed!