Southern Song Dynasty small landlord

Chapter 18 Carriage Expropriation
Qin Shou thought for a while, then put down the steamed buns, took out the medicinal materials from the basket, squatted on the ground to mix some medicines, and quietly put in a few slices of old ginseng, took the medicines to Uncle He, and packed some steamed buns by the way He said: "Uncle He, take these steamed buns back to Grandpa He and the others to taste. Let Grandpa He use these medicines first, and come back to get them after you use them up."

"Hey, there is no need for steamed buns. Your family is not rich. How much is the medicine? I'll give it to you." Uncle He pushed away the steamed buns and asked.

Hehe, Qin Shou scratched his head, and said, "I picked all the medicinal materials, and they don't need money. This steamed bun is for Grandpa He and the others to try out, so don't refuse. You helped my family so much back then, didn't we never refuse?" ? Why did Uncle He meet me?"

"That's different, it's different." Uncle He said, seeing Qin Shou's insistence, he took two steamed buns, and said, "I'll just take two, and you won't need so much if you try it out. Since you don't want medicine Qian, then you can find uncle to do any work you have in the future, as uncle has time."

"Okay, I will definitely ask Uncle He for help." Qin Shou stuffed two more steamed buns, and Qin Shou also knew a little about the situation of the He family. It was really good before, but since Grandpa He fell ill, it has been worse every day. one day.

Now she can't even get enough to eat, even in this situation, Aunt He will still help the three children from time to time, this kind of love is difficult for Qin Shou to ask himself in this life, and now he can only help a little.

Alas, Uncle He sighed softly, bid farewell to the three of them, lowered his head, bent over, and went home by the moonlight, looking so helpless under the night sky.

Qin Shou also sighed, and went back to the small table to continue eating dinner, but the dinner seemed a bit quiet at this time.

The next day, when Qin Shou and the others had finished their breakfast, Chen Feng rushed over. His face was still pale, but he was a little more popular, and his hands were still wrapped in gauze. Qin Shou was also speechless. Isn't it a little too tender!
This time, Steward Chen took out 30 taels of silver and handed it over without waiting for Qin Shou to reach out. Qin Shou curled his lips and said, "The money for the medicine is low. Today's medicine money is 40 taels."

ah?Steward Chen was stunned for a moment, looked at his master, Chen Feng supported the door frame and said angrily, "Give it to him!"

Steward Chen nodded again and again. Although he didn't know what magic Qin Shou had cast, it was a good thing that his master could eat. The only bad thing was that he could only eat coarse grains. Those ginseng and bird's nests were not allowed to eat. eat.

This method of treatment is quite peculiar, Chen Steward didn't think about it, and took out another 20 taels. If Chen Steward knew that it was because Qin Shou felt that he had too little money and raised the price at will, I don't know if it would be so easy to take the money up.

"Go in, the medicine is on the table, you know where it will go after drinking it." Qin Shou grinned.

It made Chen Feng's hands itchy. He really wanted to leave a fist mark on that thin black face. It was too eye-catching, but he was under the eaves, so he had to bow his head. Now Chen Feng only wanted to be able to do it sooner. To restore health, if he can restore health, let alone squatting in the hut for a quarter of an hour, he is willing to spend even an hour.

Steward Chen subconsciously touched the purse on his chest again, and took a sneak peek at the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw Dong'er sticking out a small head. When Steward Chen looked over, he grinned and retracted.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Chen Feng wiped his mouth, looked at Qin Shou, and asked pitifully, "Can I have another bowl?"

Qin Shou raised his eyebrows and said, "Half a bowl, five taels of silver."

what!Chen Feng was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, half a bowl is not better than a mouthful. As for the five taels of silver, Chen Feng ignored it directly. Donger heard Qin Shou's voice and brought half a bowl of wild vegetable porridge from the kitchen Put it in front of Chen Feng.

Instead, he stretched out his little hand in front of Steward Chen. Steward Chen took out five taels of silver and put it into Dong'er's little hand with a toothache on his face. He felt that Qin Shou was drinking blood now, and he was even more bandit than a bandit. Scolded a few times, but Qin Shou had to give him a smile after stealing the money, it's really unreasonable!
Qin Shou didn't care about Steward Chen's ugly face, walked into the firewood room, took out a pile of wooden sticks and placed them on the ground. Seeing Qin Shou's actions, Chen Feng felt that both hands were disabled, and looked at Looking at Qin Shou's back, he wanted to say out loud that I refused, but unfortunately he could only think about it.

Back at Chen's house last night, Chen Feng had a good sleep. He didn't wake up until dawn. This was the first time since Chen Feng fell ill that he slept so soundly and deeply. Chen Feng couldn't say no to this point.

Looking at the bowl in his hand again, Chen Feng swallowed the last mouthful of wild vegetable porridge with tears in his eyes, put down the bowl lightly, sighed, stood up and moved his body, and walked towards Qin Shou slowly.

"You can rest for a quarter of an hour before you work."

It was rare that Qin Shou said something human, which made Chen Feng almost jump up with joy.However, what Qin Shou immediately answered made Chen Feng want to scold his mother.

"Today, you have to chop these wooden sticks by yourself. You can't borrow others' hands, or you won't have to use them tomorrow." After speaking, Qin Shou walked into the room without looking back.

Chen Feng suddenly felt that his life was in darkness. Could it be that even if he had money, he couldn't spend it?After the way to ask for personal help was cut off, Chen Feng could only silently pick up the ax and chop wood.

Qin Shou walked out of the room, walked into the kitchen, and saw that the remaining half of the meat had been covered with salt by Dong'er, so he gave up his plan to sell the meat, and came to Chen Feng step by step, saying : "I have requisitioned your carriage, do you have any objection?"

Chen Feng curled his lips and shook his head again. Does he dare to have any opinions now?If there is no objection, he still has to squat in the hut for a quarter of an hour every day. If he is asked to squat for an hour, he will not cry to death in the latrine.

"Well, you're really on the right track. Let Dong'er give you an extra meal at noon." Qin Shou nodded in satisfaction, and turned to look for Dong'er again.

After finding Dong'er, Qin Shou arranged for Dong'er to go to Aunt He's house to exchange for a bucket of mixed noodles, which was used as an extra meal for Chen Feng at noon. As for the meals of Dong'er and Chun'er, they were much better than Chen Feng's. Spore meat, poor Chen Feng's eyes lit up when he heard the word "additional meal", and he was looking forward to Dong'er's delicious food at noon.

Qin Shou pocketed the money, got into the carriage and drove to the town. Today, Qin Shou not only wanted to buy some daily necessities, but also to forge a dagger. Sitting in the carriage, Qin Shou groped in the carriage for a while, and discovered the function of the carriage. Quite complete, there are even pens, inks, papers and inkstones inside.

The driver of the Chen family was driving outside. Qin Shou sat in the carriage, picked up a pen and paper, and concentrated on drawing a sketch of a three-edged army thorn. I hope these people can make what they want.

After thinking for a while, Qin Shou drew another sketch of a military dagger, and drew blood grooves on the body of the knife, so that the dagger can be pulled out smoothly after entering the body.There are serrations drawn on the back of the knife. As for whether the blacksmith can make it according to Qin Shou's request, I don't know yet.

(End of this chapter)