Wu Zheng put the silver he had just taken out again into his arms, and looked at Master Huang with a smile.
Originally, Mr. Huang, who Zhizhu was holding, saw Wu Zheng's confident look, but he didn't see what he said, so he couldn't help but ask, "What do you want?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "I heard that the old man used to be the imperial doctor in the palace?"
"What did he do in the past?"
"The old man used to be an imperial doctor. He must have been very good at doctors. I just don’t know if he has any ideas for further improvement. For example, adding another method of medical treatment to the world, this thing is successful. , I’m afraid it’s not a problem for the old man to want to stay in Qing History."
"You guys might as well hurry up if you want to say anything. The old man hates people who don't mean anything in his life."
Wu Zheng still smiled and said: "I said that it is my old Wu family artifact, how can I show it lightly? Back then, the monk chanted a volume of sutras to the house of the elder Zhao of the Kingdom of Shevadh, and also collected three buckets and three liters of rice grains. What about gold! Isn't this divine weapon of healing and saving people as compassionate as a scroll of scripture? Or is it that you always have no compassion?"
"Shit mercy, you kid just tell me! How much do you want?"
Seeing the old man suddenly get angry, Wu Zheng didn't really feel embarrassed except for a moment of surprise. He rubbed his fingers and said: "My aunt has spent ten taels of silver in treating a cold in your old hands. That's the price of a full two acres of paddy fields! You always want my artifact, so you can count it!"
After speaking, Wu Zheng stretched out a palm and shook it in front of the old man.
When the old man saw him, he smiled and said, "Fifty taels? Well, Bupleurum..."
"Wait a minute, my father, the kid is not talking about fifty taels, but five hundred taels."
Old man Huang was startled, and immediately said angrily: "Five hundred taels? Why don't you grab them?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Master, this is a chance to stay in history! Five hundred taels are too many for your old man? Besides, such an artifact is in the hands of a kid who does not know how to heal. It is simply a secret cast, you Master, as a generation of medical experts, is he just watching such an artifact and pearl in the dust?"
"You..." Mr. Huang coughed angrily by Wu Zheng's words.
In this world, some people love horses, some people love weapons, and some people love antique calligraphy and painting. No matter what they love, these things they love have a common feature, that is, they may be worthless in the eyes of laymen. In the eyes of insiders, it is worth a thousand dollars.
What's more, you can't even see that your favorite things are ruined in the hands of laymen. Wu Zheng believes that the old man Huang in front of him is definitely such a person.
Sure enough, Mr. Huang nodded helplessly after coughing for a while: "Okay, five hundred taels is five hundred taels. Even if the old man sells this medical clinic, he will collect the money for you."
Wu Zheng looked around the Huang's Medical Center with an innocent look. It didn't look like it was only worth five hundred taels!
"Don't look, this hospital is not owned by the old man." After speaking, the old man took out a key from his arms and called Chaihu to let him go to his room and fetch the box by the bed.
After a while, a sandalwood box that had been polished out of patina was taken by the guy named Bupleurum and placed it in front of the old man. The old man looked at the box in front of him and touched it, and finally took out another one. Open it with the key. In addition to some manuscripts, there are three small gold ingots and some broken silver.
Mr. Huang grabbed the gold and patted it in front of Wu Zheng's eyes, and said: "Thirty taels of gold, you kid collect, and the remaining old man will raise money for a few days to ensure that no one will lose you in the future. Now let you Bring this artifact to the old man first."
Wu Zheng blinked. I really didn't expect this old man to be impatient. Once he made up his mind to sell, he would pay immediately, but do you always look at the boy as if he was carrying an artifact
Seeing Wu Zheng spread his hands towards him, Huang Lao said angrily: "Why do you want to regret it? Or is it just nonsense what your kid said?"
"What the kid said just now is of course not bullshit, but don't you always look at the kid who looks like a person with a magical instrument? Besides, who is all right to stroll around with a magical instrument?"
"Then you won't fetch it?"
"How can it be so fast? Since it is selling ancestral artifacts, how can you let the kid eat for a few days and fast, then bathe, change clothes and burn incense to worship the ancestors. Don't blame the ancestors for communicating with them... (this chapter) Finish)