Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 258: People always have different choices when facing death
"Okay, we've finished talking about things related to husband and wife. Is there anything else you want to talk about?" Li Si sat at the table and stretched lazily out of tiredness.
"No more." Su Hongluo came back to her senses, put the teacup on the table, let out a sigh, smiled faintly, glanced at Li Si and said.
"You've already said so much, what else can I say? I will think about the matter between husband and wife carefully, as for now, you should take a rest first. "
As she spoke, Su Hongluo stuffed another piece of fruit into her mouth and nodded her chin towards the bed beside the table.
"Rest?" Li Si was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile.
"You paid me to come here just to let me talk nonsense and then rest?"
"It's my own money, so I have the final say on how to use it." Su Hongluo looked at Li Si sideways. After a while, her tone softened and she continued.
"You must be exhausted from running around to pick up people recently. Take a break."
Listening to Su Hongluo's words, Li Si was silent for a while. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.
"Then I will respectfully obey your command."
He was indeed a little tired, although not physically exhausted.
Walking to the bed and lying down, Li Si let out a long sigh, put his hands behind his head, and said to Su Hongluo.
"Well, I'll take a nap first, you can do whatever you want."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
Not long after, the sound of even breathing was heard in the room. Li Si must have fallen asleep.
Su Hongluo was still sitting at the table, looking at Li Si silently, with her right hand resting on the side of her face.
It has to be admitted that Li Si and his wife had indeed experienced a lot of things.
This made her suddenly feel that what she had said to Li Si before was indeed offensive and rude, even though she was just expressing her own thoughts.
It was getting dark outside the window. Su Hongluo looked at Li Si on the bed without saying a word, and suddenly said something lightly.
"Feel sorry."
Then, there was no sound in the room.
When Li Si woke up, Su Hongluo had already left.
There was a piece of paper on the table with a sentence written on it:
I'm leaving first, or I'm afraid I won't be able to resist and tie you back too.
Li Si looked at the note with a dark face. He really didn't know why this girl always spoke so strangely.
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For a period of time afterwards, Su Hongluo never came to Wenlai Villa again, as if she had let go of the matter.
Li Si settled down again and continued to do his business, traveling back and forth between Chang'an City and several nearby small towns.
At the same time, in Cheng'an County, Mr. Wan Jin's residence.
A hunchbacked old man with one blind eye stood in front of the gate of the courtyard. He stood there for a while, stroking his beard, until he raised his hand and knocked on the door as if he was ready.
"Support." Following a slightly harsh sound, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.
A little child in brocade clothes stood inside the door, looking at the old man outside with a pair of eyes that did not look like a child's.
"Old man, what are you doing here?"
The little boy asked this. The brocade clothes on his body were out of place with the shabby courtyard gate, like a gem inlaid on a wooden bracelet.
The hunchbacked old man squinted his eyes and smiled, then looked at the little boy and said.
"I'm here to pick up something from your husband."
The little boy listened to the old man's words, looked him up and down, and after a while, he pretended to suddenly understand and spoke.
"Oh, I remember you were here a few days ago."
But looking at his calm eyes, he must have recognized the old man a long time ago. The reason why he stopped him until now was probably just to tease him .
"Squeak." The wooden door was completely opened, and the little boy moved aside and said.
"Come in, my husband is waiting for you."
Although he realized that he was being teased, the old man did not get angry. He smiled and nodded, then followed the child into the yard.
The yard was filled with racks where herbs were dried, which filled the entire yard with a strong herbal scent.
In front of a small, shabby house, the little boy stopped at the door, bowed respectfully, and called out towards the door.
"Sir, Mr. Yang Zhi is here."
There was silence in the shabby house for a while, and then a voice that understood was heard in response.
"Oh, let him in."
"Yes." The little boy replied with a bow, then turned around and said to the old man beside him whom he called Mr. Yang Zhi.
"Then Mr. Yang Zhi, please go in on your own. I won't accompany you."
"Well, thank you very much, young friend." The old man forced an ugly smile on his wrinkled face again, then pushed the door and walked into the dilapidated house.
The broken house was filled with miscellaneous items, with messy books spread out everywhere, and countless tools such as medicine hoes and medicine grinders. They were either thrown in the corners or placed right in the middle of the room, with unwashed medicine residues still inside.
There were bookshelves on all four sides of the room, but few books were properly placed on them. A wooden counter divided the small space in half. Perhaps sensing someone coming in, a middle-aged man raised his head from the counter.
When he saw old man Yang Zhi, he first tilted his head, as if thinking about something, then smiled and said.
"Mr. Yang Zhi, you are here to pick up the things you requested last time."
"Yes." The hunchbacked old man smiled humbly and clasped his hands.
"I hope you haven't forgotten, Mr. Wan Jin."
"No, I won't forget anything that is related to business." Looking at the smile of old man Yang Zhi, Mr. Wan Jin waved his hand.
To be honest, the old man's smile was indeed very deceptive, but Wan Jin would not be easily fooled by the other party's appearance.
He knew very well that this old man named Gongsun Yangzhi would be crazier than anyone else when he got mad, and what he was about to do now was probably also a crazy thing.
But what does all this have to do with him? He just needs to do his own business and he is too lazy to care about other things.
Under Gongsun Yangzhi's gaze, Mr. Wan Jin leaned over the counter and began to rummage around, probably making the already messy room even messier. He then took out two palm-sized jars from a pile of debris, placed them on the counter and said.
"The golden prescription medicine, when used with internal energy, has the effect of healing bones, healing meridians, and nourishing the elixir. It contains a rare treasure from heaven and earth. If you take it for seven days, even a disabled person can be restored to health. As you said, it's enough for ten people in total."
"Okay." Gongsun Yangzhi said while touching his beard as he took the two medicine jars with satisfaction.
"I'll send you the rest of the money tomorrow."
"Sure." Mr. Wan Jin said, and picked up a pen to write down the bill on a wooden sign beside him. He was not afraid that Gongsun Yangzhi would not pay , after all, the rules here were not so easy to break.
Gongsun Yangzhi was about to leave, but before he left, Mr. Wan Jin suddenly stopped him and said.
"One more question, what are you going to do?"
"Oh?" Gongsun Yangzhi smiled strangely, looked at Mr. Wan Jin and said, "Are you interested?"
"I'm just asking." Mr. Wan Jin lowered his eyes.
"I'm almost dying." Gongsun Yangzhi said with a smile on his face, then he restrained the smile on his face and squinted his eyes affectionately.
"So before I die, I want to do something that will make people remember me."
After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked out of the shabby house.
Mr. Wan Jin looked at his back, not knowing whether he understood what he meant. He just shook his head and cursed in a low voice.
"madman."
