The rise of the poor

Chapter 97
Outside the inn, the wind was full of turmoil, and the grass and trees were full of soldiers. When the witch who was injured and fell into the lake was brought back to the inn in the morning, she did not find that the fog had dissipated.

One by one is like facing a great enemy, carrying knives and swords, and even turning over the horns and corners that can hide people.

Who is this demon girl's enemy, why is there such a big movement?
After returning to the inn, Zhu Ping'an had already changed into a clean robe, clearly dressed as a scholar, and these officials were looking for a woman, so Zhu Ping'an walked through the streets without attracting any attention.

"Big brother, what happened?" Zhu Ping'an bought some preserved fruit and asked the store owner casually.

"You don't know yet, tell you, you're asking the right person when you ask me. Last night, I went to buy goods and passed by Tongzhifu, and I heard swords, lights, swords and shadows, blood and flesh flying, and a few screams from time to time, it was really infiltrating. Ah" The shop owner seemed to be a broken mouth, and when he said it, his eyebrows were full of excitement, his expression was rich, and the details were detailed, and he even explained the tricks of the hands in detail.

Zhu Ping'an listened for a long time before he figured out that it turned out that Lord Lu Tongzhi entered the Assassin last night. He heard that the Assassin was a woman. She was strong, ruthless, and loved to laugh. Hu happened to be a guest in the mansion of Lord Lu Tongzhi, and Lord Lu Tongzhi might have been poisoned, but this was the case. Lu Tongzhi was also stabbed in the arm and bleeding profusely. Even Liu Qianhu's accompanying guards were seriously injured. In the end, the assassin was allowed to run away, but the assassin was also injured by Liu Qianhu
[-]% of the assassin must be the demon girl, but he just doesn't know what kind of hatred he has with Lu Tongzhi.

No matter what, let's deal with it first.

Zhu Ping'an read the piece of paper on which the witch wrote the medicinal herbs twice, then shredded it and threw it into the ditch.

It may be that he has been a person in two lifetimes, and his mental power is relatively strong. In this lifetime, his memory is surprisingly good. Although he can’t remember it, it’s okay to read two or three articles for a day or two. If you go back and forth, read more If you repeat it, you can remember it firmly.

Memorizing the Chinese herbal medicines written by the demon girl, he searched for two kinds of medicinal materials that he knew but did not specifically treat knife wounds and sword wounds. Zhu Ping'an walked into a pharmacy, and after a long time, he came out of the pharmacy with two small pockets of medicinal materials in his hand, his face pale. strange.

This damned witch is trying to drink the northwest wind by herself!
I went to the pharmacy to buy medicine just now, and took the opportunity to look at the price list. Except for some of the medicinal materials written by the demon girl, the prices were relatively cheap, and many other medicinal materials were a bit outrageous.

I don't know much about Qihuang's art, and seeing that the demon girl seems to be seriously injured, Zhu Ping'an gritted his teeth and decided to buy it all.

Passing by the Baozi Shop, Zhu Ping'an bought a basket of more than ten meat buns and asked the shop to wrap them in lotus leaves.Zhu Ping'an walked casually on the street with the meat buns wrapped in lotus leaves. After a while, his eyes lit up, and he walked slowly into a small alley.

After a while, a few ragged little beggars walked away from the alley with happy faces.Another half an hour later, several little beggars returned to the alley with the medicinal herbs wrapped in paper.

Then Zhu Ping'an left the alley with his bulging schoolbag on his back.

In the alley, seven or eight little beggars sat together, gobbling down delicious big meat buns, and there were dozens of copper coins neatly placed at their feet.
Back at the inn, Zhu Pingan closed the door and entered the inner room. He poured all the medicinal herbs in his schoolbag on the table, glanced at the girl leaning on the bedside lazily trimming her nails with a dagger, and asked. road:
"Have you calculated it?"

The girl stopped trimming her nails, looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and asked, "Why are you so arrogant, little benefactor, what am I planning? Don't falsely accuse others."

"Do you know how much these herbs cost?" Zhu Ping'an asked indifferently.

"How do I know, I didn't buy it." The girl blew her fingers and replied with a smile.

"It's a total of 220 taels of silver and 650 seven wen, which is only ten taels short of mine. You did it on purpose. It's really enough to hold grudges." Zhu Pingan sat on the chair, looked at the witch on the bed, and curled his lips.

"It's such a coincidence, tsk tsk, if I did it on purpose, I would definitely include your twelve taels." The girl on the bed looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and said innocently.

"The money is ill-gotten money after all, so it's fine to spend it, but are all these medicinal herbs what you need?" Zhu Ping'an stared into the eyes of the witch on the bed and asked lightly.

"Yes." The girl on the bed nodded with a smile.

"Notoginseng, safflower, plowshare grass, begonia, ground ear grass, and a sprig of wormwood on the snow, these are the best choices for treating trauma."

"Musk, borneol, frankincense, cinnabar and catechu have a good effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."

"Muxiang, Curcuma, Jiulongchuan, Haifengteng, Pig's Tooth Soap, and Xiangjiapi are made into bone-setting water, which is effective in treating fractures, dislocations, and bruises."

The girl on the bed pinched her fingers and told the medicinal herbs one by one, confirming that she did not mess around.

After listening to the girl, Zhu Ping'an calmly pointed to a packet of herbs and asked, "What about this mountain ginseng?"

The girl blinked her eyes and said pitifully, "The family has also suffered internal injuries."

"What about this jade butterfly?"

"Beauty and beauty, you see, people's faces are also scratched."

Zhu Ping'an stared at the girl for a few seconds after hearing this, and finally found a scar the size of a grain of rice on the side of the girl's nose.

Nima
"What's the explanation for this Ejiao?"

"People have lost too much blood, so they need to replenish blood." The girl pointed to the bandage wrapped around her body, weak and pitiful.

"What about the aloe vera, angelica, and pearl powder?" Zhu Ping'an asked, pointing to the last few packets of herbs.

"When we walk in the rivers and lakes, we can't help but fight and kill. If we don't control the strength, we will be splattered with blood. There are also some Jianghu Xiaoxiao who love to use poison. We must protect our faces."

Zhu Ping'an looked at the pretentious girl on the bed, and he really had the urge to slap her against the wall, unable to buckle it.

"Don't be angry, little benefactor, money is something outside of your body. If you don't bring it with you, why should you care." The girl on the bed said sarcastically with a smile.

Is money an external thing?
Zhu Ping'an looked at the girl on the bed speechlessly. The words that came out of the robber's mouth were inexplicably funny. Money is something outside the body, so you had to rob money some time ago!

"Little benefactor, you seem to be looking very bad." The girl on the bed looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and asked, her dark eyes full of jokes.

"Well, it's none of your business."

Zhu Ping'an replied lightly.

The girl's pretty face turned black on the bed, and her laughter stopped.

(End of this chapter)