Prime Minister take care

Chapter 67 How to save face
The spring is cold and cold, and the distant mountains are piled up with snow.

In the small mountain village, tender buds are exposed on the brown soil, but no one has the leisure to care about the spring scenery, only the sound of hurried footsteps is left.

Footsteps sounded in a hurry, and a group of villagers gathered together at a small stall, supporting the elderly and the young.

Behind the stall, a young man dressed in green clothes and a cotton robe was treating the villagers here.

The spring cold started, and many children in the village were infected with the cold. In addition, many elderly people were old and frail, so they finally met a wandering doctor and picked him up without thinking.

"Dr. Zou, how is my dog?"

"It's okay. Just take this medicine and you'll be almost fine."

The young man handed an oil paper bag wrapped with herbs to the village woman holding a child in front of him, and received a lot of thanks from the other party.

Positive emotions from village women +66
The young man is Yang Xian, who is currently practicing medicine in this small mountain village under the pseudonym Zou Yi.Yang Xian discovered that being a wandering doctor could not only provide a good cover, but also earn him a lot of positive emotions.

Liangzhou is remote and not as prosperous as the Central Plains, and the supply of materials is very scarce.The fierceness of the people in Liangzhou was developed in the harsh natural and social environment.

But even the toughest people will get sick one day, let alone in childhood?When people in this small mountain village usually get sick, they have to go to towns dozens of miles away to find a doctor.

Now that Yang Xian is here, they not only save the time of traveling, but also save a lot of money.After all, this is just a young doctor, but there is no shortage of medicinal herbs for treating diseases in the mountains.

Yang Jue Pass is a pass that separates Liangzhou from the endless wasteland outside. It is located in a gentle gap between two mountains.This pass has existed in ancient times. It is said that it was built by the Kuafu clan. It is tall and majestic.

The reason why Yangjueguan is called Yangjueguan is that it means leaving the pass, dark clouds cover the sun, and all traces of life are extinct.However, this is not the case in fact. Outside the Yangjue Pass, there are a large number of savage beasts.Every spring and autumn, groups of people will come to Liangzhou.

The Liangzhou Army is stationed at this pass to resist the beast tides twice a year and protect the border.

And extending from Yang Jue Pass to the north, there are high mountains and ridges. The mountains are so high that few can reach them, even barbaric beasts.Occasionally, wild beasts escape here and become the targets of hunters.

Fuyu Mountain, where Moji Sect is located, is a relatively gentle area among the lofty mountains.The Moji Sect was founded here, and for hundreds of years, it also relieved the pressure on the Liangzhou defenders from the side.

Before Moji Sect established its foothold, ferocious beasts would infiltrate from this area into the mountains north of Liangzhou every year. Many of them were very powerful beasts that ordinary hunters could not deal with.

Once these giant beasts harass the town, Liangzhou's defenders have to divide their forces to encircle and suppress them.Not only is a lot of energy wasted, but because the beasts are scattered, there is often no results.

"Okay, some herbs are not enough, I have to go up the mountain to collect them."

As the sun was getting late, Yang Xian smiled and said to the villagers, but got a worried voice from the other side.

"Doctor Zou, it's already late today. It's too dangerous for you to go up the mountain alone. How about we ask a few hunters from the village to go with you!"

These days, Yang Xian has been helping doctors and administering medicine.Although these villagers are somewhat cunning and tough, they are not ungrateful.

"No need!" Yang Xian refused with a smile, "I don't go into the deep mountains, just the border areas, there won't be any wild beasts."

The night is getting dark and the mountains are cold.

Yang Xian lit a fire and took a walk up the mountain.The cold wind blew past, and Yang Xian was tired from walking, so he took some dry firewood and started a fire.

The fire was blazing, and Yang Xian took a sip of the decoction to dispel the cold in front of the cake.Two men in Tsing Yi rushed out from the forest and bowed down in front of Yang Xian.

"Lord!"

"How's it going?" "We've checked and found out that the leader of the Demonic Sect, Meng Xuan, hasn't returned to the sect yet."

Yang Xian was a little confused. Logically speaking, Meng Xuan, a great master with a little girl, should be much faster than him.After all, Yang Xian not only had to arrange for hundreds of people from Qingyi to sneak into Liangzhou secretly, but also to explore Liangzhou's intelligence and formulate a rescue plan.As for today, after all, Meng Xuan should have arrived before him!
"Did you get caught up in something?"

"I want to eat this!"

In the noisy market, Xia Gongnie pointed to a bunch of candied haws, and next to her was a haggard-looking Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan took out his sleeve with some difficulty, squatted down, and said, "I have no money!"

"If you don't have money, go make it! Look at you, you are a rich man and you are not bad at it. You don't want to save some money at your age. What will you do when you get old? You also told me that no matter what I ask for in the future, you will be able to agree to it. . Now I just want to eat a bunch of small candied haws and you won’t agree. Huh! Sure enough, all men’s words are lies.”

Xia Gongnie curled her lips, put her hands on her waist, and turned her head to get angry.

Meng Xuan had a helpless and worried expression on his face, which made the vendors beside him feel bad.

"Hey, brother, this is your daughter! She's quite juicy. There's an old saying that poor sons are rich and daughters are raised. Daughter, don't treat me badly."

Meng Xuan sighed deeply in his heart. If this was really his daughter, she would have been slapped to death.This is simply a disaster!
As the vendor spoke, he pulled out a candied haws of water from the haystack and handed it to Meng Xuan.

"Brother, don't mind. It's not a rare thing. Just treat it as a gift for the little girl."

Meng Xuan took the candied haws, glanced at the peddler, and said, "If you help me in distress, there will be some reward in the future."

"no, I'm fine!"

When Meng Xuan was about to hand the candied haws to Xia Gongnie, he saw that she turned her head away in a very characteristic way.

"Father Xiang said that the poor don't eat what they get. You can't take what is given for free."

"Then what do you want?"

"My father-in-law said that if you eat other people's food, you have to work for them. Let's do this! You help other people look after the stalls and help them sell candied haws."

"Looking at the stall?"

Meng Xuan opened his eyes wide and asked me, a great master, to help others look after the stalls?
But Xia Gongnie said matter-of-factly: "Look what happened to the stall? Didn't you help me wash the dishes last time?"

"Xiangfu? Grand Master?"

The candied haws hawker shook his head strangely, secretly wondering what the father and daughter were talking about.But Meng Xuan pulled Xia Gongnie over and covered her mouth.

"Didn't I tell you not to mention washing dishes? If people know that I am a grand master and help wash dishes for other people's hotel guys, what face will I have in the future?"

"What's wrong with the great master? Is the great master so great? Can't the great master wash the dishes for others? Xiangfu said that occupations do not distinguish between high and low, only the heart is dirty. Xiangfu also often goes to the fields to help others Farming! Why can't you help others wash the dishes?"

Xia Gongnier bit off a candied haws, talking bluntly.

At this moment, Meng Xuan especially wanted to hang up Yang Xian, a young man he had never met before, and whip him eight hundred times.

What nonsense are you talking about!

(End of this chapter)