Take the hospital back to ancient times

Chapter 73

In the underground money cellar of Jingshitang, Chen Jinbai, Chen Mianshu, and Chen Buxi looked at the silver and gold piled up in front of them, and were speechless for a long time in shock.

Chen Jinbai's hands were shaking:
"Chen Li, what, what's going on here, where did all this money come from? And gold?"

Chen Li took out a piece of paper at this time, still in shock:

"Second Master, Third Master, Eldest Young Master, look, this is a piece of paper I picked up from the gold and silver of unknown origin in the money cellar. This is really a manifestation of the ancestors."

Everyone looked at the torches and Dingqing saw that it was written on the paper:

"Jing Shitang is in trouble, and specially donates money, hoping that future generations can work together to tide over the difficulties."

"This, this is really the gold and silver bestowed by our ancestors of the Chen family? Hahaha, this is really a manifestation of the ancestors, third brother, hurry up, hurry up and prepare the three animals, we have to worship the ancestors."

Chen Jinbai burst out laughing suddenly, the depression of many days seemed to dissipate all of a sudden.

The ancients believed in ghosts and gods, and various myths and legends emerged one after another. Now that the Chen family has so much money out of nowhere, they all believe it.

They couldn't help but believe that the total weight of the 5000 taels of silver and 1000 taels of gold was at least a thousand catties.

In ancient times, the location of each family's money cellar was kept extremely secret, and it was generally difficult for outsiders to find it.

Even if found, the security is relatively strict and it is difficult to enter.

What's more, this weight of one thousand catties requires many times just to carry it back and forth. How could it be possible not to be discovered?
As a result, so much gold and silver appeared in the money cellar overnight without anyone noticing, and the amount was huge. If it wasn't for the ancestor's manifestation, what else could be the reason?
Could it be that Uncle Lei Feng did a good deed and sent money to the door?
The rest of the Chen family were all overjoyed, clamoring to worship their ancestors, and to do something special, wishing that the whole Bianliang City would know about the happy event of the Chen family.

But Chen Li stopped him, "Second Master, Third Master, this ancestor worship activity cannot be held, at least not openly."

Hearing this, Chen Mianbai frowned:
"Why can't it be done publicly? This matter is spread, not to let those behind-the-scenes ghosts know that our Chen family has the blessing of our ancestors, so we can't be destroyed or killed!"

"No, Second Master, if this matter spreads, outsiders will immediately know that our Jingshitang is out of money now, and even our ancestors have to appear to send money, and I'm afraid the people behind the scenes will be more ruthless.

So now we have to be false and true, so that outsiders can't figure out how many veterans our Chen family has, so that they will take care of it, and maybe they can stop.Otherwise, there will be endless troubles. "

When Chen Jinbai heard it, he also took a deep breath:
"Chen Li, you are right. I almost missed a big deal. Well, let's quietly pay homage to our ancestors in this money cellar. We, the descendants, are ashamed. We owe the great trust of our ancestors, alas..."

Only Chen Buxi looked at the words on that piece of paper. There were no strokes, no structure, and even crooked characters. Was it really written by the ancestors?
Why do these words look so familiar?

"I don't like it, what do you think? Hurry up and take out the tools used to worship the ancestors during the Chinese New Year."

"Oh, yes, I'll be right there."

Chen Buxi put down the piece of paper, and left in a hurry without having time to think about it.

The Chen family started to get busy, and there was nothing else to do with Chen Buer, so they went out to wander around again.

Walking on the street, Chen Bu'er's eyes were black, like a panda's. This was because he didn't fall asleep all night, and he contributed so much money before it was warmed up. His heart felt like a knife was twisted.

My heart hurts, my flesh hurts, and my whole body hurts.

When he thought of losing so much money, his mansion and shop, he felt so distressed that he couldn't even eat breakfast.

Walking on the road, he felt that the day was gray, that life was no longer fun, and he could no longer be happy.

The fat man and the thin man were still comforting: "Young master, don't be like this. After all, you still left 5000 taels of silver, which is enough for us to spend."

"That's right, 5000 taels. I've grown up so much, and I've never seen so much money. Where should we go for lunch, young master?"

"Eat, eat, eat, you two idiots know how to eat. I have lost 5000 taels of silver. I have to save some money for the remaining money. Now you young master, I am poor. I am so poor that I only have 5000 taels left." Two silver coins, heaven~~~~"

Passers-by heard this and cast contemptuous glances one after another.

"Whose child is bragging early in the morning?"

"That's right, 5000 taels of silver are still called poor people? Then we can all jump into the Bian River collectively?"

"Look at them, do they look like people with 5000 taels of silver? Tsk, there are people who say big things these days."

Chen Bu'er was hit by a passer-by, and felt that he was about to suffer from depression. He had done a good deed, but he was scolded by others. Is there any law?Is there any reason?

It seems that making money depends on his golden finger. As Chen Buer walked, his eyes slowly widened.

Fanlou, in a box on the third floor, Chen Buer, Pan Mingguang, Zhu Lichen, and Du Zongzhe were holding their wine glasses, laughing and laughing.

Chen Buer is rich, so of course he thinks of his cronies, and he also sincerely wants to ask them how to make money.

The reason why these dandies can maintain "high consumption" on weekdays is definitely not because the family gives them a lot of money.

On the contrary, how could their parents not know what their child was?How could it be possible to give money at will?
The so-called fish has its own way, shrimp has its own way, and loach and eel have their own way.As the famous four dandies in medical practice, they must have their own unique ways to earn extra money for them to eat, drink and have fun.

When it comes to making money, Pan Mingguang can't count on it. A gambler, a thousand if you come, and ten thousand if you go, are all losers.

On the contrary, despite Zhu Lichen and Du Zongzhe's quietness, their lives are actually quite nourishing, and Chen Buer's big plan to make money actually depends on them.

At this time, Zhu Lichen was already seven or eight percent drunk, and said with a straight neck:
"If you want to make money, it depends on how brave you are. All of our families run medical clinics. Who doesn't have some secret medicines? If you want to, if you have the ability to steal some and sell them, I will , I have a way."

Chen Buer leaned closer: "What kind of way? Tell my brothers, maybe everyone can use it."

"Stupid, go to the ghost market to sell."

"Ghost city?"

Chen Bu'er thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out: "What is a ghost market? Those lonely and wild ghosts also need to take medicine? Can't you buy it in the underworld?"

Zhu Lichen looked contemptuous:
"The ghost market doesn't even know about it. Just the Three Corpse Temple next to the Longjin Bridge, there are people setting up stalls in the middle of the night every day, selling some shady things. If you want to make money, this is the way out."

(End of this chapter)