Seeing Seinfeld’s look worried, Wu Zheng patted her hand to comfort him: "Where are the victims?"
Song Feier blurted out and said: "North City Gate!"
Wu Zheng said again: "Then where is our Shenmu Village? It's in the south of the city! Even if they want to go to misfortune, they should go to Lingmuguan or Xiaoye Temple in the North Mountain. Instead, I am. For them, they should live in Xiaoye Temple as lay believers. After all, Buddhism is also a compulsory course in the Red Lotus Sect. If someone asks about it, they are not afraid of being dismantled."
"But they really have to have soldiers if they want to rebel, like Xianggong, you said. How many people can live in a Xiaoye Temple?"
Wu Zheng laughed and said: "Xiaoye Temple can't live, but don't forget that behind Xiaoye Temple is the Yangba Road that goes out of Shu. There are so many stockades there. Which one is not bigger than our Shenmuzhai? So Feier, we Shenmuzhai want to rely on the mountain. The unknown way of business won’t make a fortune, so it’s better to do business together instead of carrying a reputation as a thief.
Don't worry, there are already plans here. We only have to wait for the beginning of the spring of next year, and our husband and wife will join hands in the business together. "
Listening to Wu Zheng starting to blow Fasuo and looking forward to a bright future for herself, Seinfeld couldn't help but smile, but after laughing, she found that something was wrong! Didn’t I still worry about Shenmuzhai just now? Why did he bring the topic to the fortune plan in a blink of an eye
When Song Feier wanted to catch Wu Zheng and ask to understand, Wu Zheng had already jumped out of the room. When she was outside, she had a grandma, but it was not easy for her to do it. She could only watch Xianggong go out and don't know where to go shopping.
In Wu Zheng’s view, if the Red Lotus Sect according to Seinfeld’s words really steamed the Jiangning prefect’s family, then there are such inferiorities ahead. If the current court wants to kill them all at once, then a few will die. The victims seem to be really not an impossible thing to accept.
When Wu Zheng went out, he came to the Huang's Medical Clinic. Now that Mr. Huang is his master, if you don't tell him about such a big matter, wouldn't he just say that he is a teacher in vain.
Old man Huang was sitting in the inner hall to see a doctor. When Wu Zheng arrived, his old man just raised his eyes and said indifferently, "How can your kid be willing to come today?"
Elder Huang had a delicate stethoscope hung around his neck. If it weren't for the beige Confucian shirt, he would always be no different from the sitting doctor in the Chinese Medicine Museum of later generations.
"I'm here naturally to confess your good news to you, Master!" Wu Zheng smiled.
Hearing a cold snort from his nose, Mr. Huang prescribed a prescription for the patient in front of him, and then asked him to go to the outer hall to find Bupleurum for medicine after saying some medical advice.
When the patient left, Mr. Huang took the stethoscope off his neck, folded it into a ball and put it in the drawer under the table. He looked casual, and he didn't seem to be curious about the Annunciation in Wu Zheng's mouth.
"Master, are you not curious at all when you are old?"
Old Huang stared at him dumbly and said: "As a teacher, you can see that you are a guy who is not profitable and cannot afford to be early. Good news! Forget it! If you are a teacher at such a young age, is there any happy event? I don’t know it myself? I need you to tell me? Let’s talk! What the hell do you want to make this time?"
"Master, you have wronged the disciple, and the disciple is really giving you good news this time."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true, if it wasn't for the happy event that you thought the disciple rushed to you?"
Huang Xing sat upright, and seemed to be finally interested in the happy event Wu Zheng said, so he asked: "Then your kid is talking about where does the joy come from?"
"Master, don't you always think of ways to raise money to help the victims outside the city?"
"Unfortunately, you can still say it. As a disciple of your teacher, you are unwilling to make a hundred taels. Why have you figured it out now?"
Wu Zheng shook his head and said: "How can it be done! Master's disaster relief is a matter of the court. It is not that the disciple does not want to share the worries for the court, but the matter of the court is that if you put it on a small person like a disciple who is like a disciple. The bottomless hole filled by the way!
But you don’t have to be impatient, Master. Now the victims outside the city have been rescued. The white rice is so real, and the thick porridge can stand upright. "
"Really?" Huang Lao suddenly stood up from the chair, blushing and looking very excited. (End of this chapter)