The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 439 Making Money
As soon as these words were spoken, not only the five scholars who were being supported, but also the two parties who were being pulled changed their expressions and looked extremely ugly.

It was not until this moment that the two men truly regretted their actions and looked at the five injured people.

The five of them were all shocked and angry, looking at the two of them with resentment.

The Spring Examination is held every three years. If they get injured and miss this time, they will have to wait another three years.

Three years, the cost of opportunity, money, and time...

The five people's eyes were red.

The other candidates felt the same way and looked at the two people being pulled by Xue Shao with hidden anger.

Wang Cong waved to Tao Yanbai and Miaohe, and the three of them began to check.

Not to mention, they were unlucky and fell down, but fortunately, although they were stepped on, no vital parts were hurt. There were only bruises on the waist. The most serious one was that the ankle was stepped on and sprained. In such a short time, the whole ankle was swollen and one hand could not hold it.

Wang Cong took one look and immediately looked towards Miaohe.

Miao He immediately stood up and shouted outside, "Miao Zhen, I want ice!"

Miaozhen and Pan Jun, who were leaning against each other with their arms around each other and looking coldly at the crowd, looked at each other, paused, then silently put down their arms and turned away.

After a while she came over with a bucket of ice.

This is a good thing. All five of us can use it.

Wang Cong pressed the man to sit on the ground, lifted his foot and rubbed it, smiling and saying: "Don't worry, sir. This foot looks swollen, and it is really swollen. It looks difficult to cure, and it is really difficult to cure. Fortunately, you met me. I have a family tradition and I specialize in treating injuries from falls..."

Juren: ...

In this speechless moment, Wang Cong twisted his foot, pulled, pressed, and lifted it. With three clicks, the ankle was instantly back in place.

Juren: ...

It hurt for a moment, very briefly.

If I don’t scream, it really hurts at that time. If I scream, it doesn’t hurt much now.

Wang Cong gently put down his feet, wiped his hands with a towel, took out the medicine bottle from the medicine box, poured a little medicine into the palm of his hand, rubbed it and rubbed his feet, then wrapped it with a rag, grabbed two pieces of ice and placed them on the acupoint, wrapped it with linen and gently put it down.

The cold feeling spread from his ankle to his heart. The man felt less pain, but he was still afraid and worried. "So, can I enter the examination room tomorrow?"

Wang Cong assured: "As long as you don't move around or eat anything from now until tomorrow morning, the swelling in your ankle will go down and you'll be able to walk again. But you have to be careful not to get injured again within three months, otherwise you'll get a habit of dislocation in the future."

The scholar was skeptical, "Really? It can be cured overnight?"

"Really? Just apply the medicine twice more at night and it will definitely get better."

Wang Cong quickly glanced at his collar, the corners of his clothes, and the ornaments on his body, and also quickly glanced at the two people held by Xue Shao. Seeing that they were rich, he said after a while: "I have a predestined relationship with the scholar, so I will just treat it as a good relationship. Two bottles of medicine, one for oral use and one for application. Ten taels of silver will be enough."

Juren: ...This is still cheap.

What medicine costs five taels per bottle?

Xue Shao grabbed the hands of the two people and exerted force. The two parties standing came back to their senses and immediately said, "Treat them. Just treat them. I'll pay for it..."

After saying that, he glanced at the other person and gritted his teeth and said, "The two of us will go out!"

The injured scholars looked a little better at this point.

Wang Cong was satisfied and handed the two bottles of medicine to the scholar, and taught him carefully and gently how to take the medicine and how to apply it.

He said, "This bottle of potion can be brought into the examination room, but this bottle of pills cannot. But don't worry, take one pill now, one before going to bed at night, and one before entering the examination room. Take the rest when you leave the examination room. Take one pill a day after breakfast."

Wang Cong put the medicine bottle into his hand, stared into his eyes and said meaningfully: "Master Juren, this medicine is not easy to make. Don't think that you can stop taking it just because your foot injury has healed. The imperial examination consumes your mind, energy and blood. It may look healed on the surface, but in fact, the internal injury has not healed. So, even after leaving the examination room, you must take this medicine well."

The scholar was stunned and held the medicine bottle thoughtfully.

There were nine pills in a bottle, which were round and fragrant. The scholar found the medicine delicious as soon as he poured it out.

He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. The sour and bitter taste of the medicine exploded on the tip of his tongue, and his mouth was instantly filled with the taste of the medicine. But when he chewed it again, a slight sweet taste came up...

The scholar is not completely ignorant. They are all scholars and have read some medical knowledge. He knows that this is a good medicine and can be used to treat more than just foot injuries.

He glanced at Wang Cong.

A smile flashed in Wang Cong's eyes, and he left him to look at the other juren gentlemen.

Tao Yanbai and Miao He were each in charge of a person with less serious injuries. They kept their ears perked up and followed suit. When they opened each other's clothes, they cried out in surprise when they saw the injuries. Then they frowned and started to scare people. "This injury doesn't look light, but it's actually very serious. It's all bruised and purple..."

All candidates: ...

A smile flashed in Xue Shao's eyes. He let go of the two parties, took two steps forward, and looked over.

The two of them obviously did not learn the essence of their senior brother. The most important thing is that unlike the foot injury, the injury on the waist looks serious, but it is not serious, but it is really painful to treat.

After all, the waist is a sensitive area with tender flesh. As soon as the cleaning solution was applied there, the two scholars cried out, causing their hands to tremble and more solution to splash on them, and the two men howled like pigs being slaughtered.

The yamen runners who were wandering around to see what was going on were startled. They no longer dared to fool around and directly pushed through the crowd and rushed in, "What's wrong? What's wrong..."

As soon as he rushed in, he met the eyes of Tao Yanbai and Miao He who were holding medicine bottles and looking up. Wang Cong, who was holding one leg, immediately explained, "Sir, we are doctors and are treating the injuries of the juren. This injury has nothing to do with us."

Yamen runner: ...

Xue Shao coughed lightly, and the yamen runners immediately came back to their senses. They looked stern and didn't want to ask, but they had to ask: "Then how did you get injured?"

The five injured candidates were silent;
The two candidates in question were also silent;
The scholars around also fell silent. Some of them quietly took a step back, but more of them stood still. They turned their heads and stared at the two parties with sharp eyes, intimidating them with their eyes.

The two swallowed and opened their mouths, wanting to speak, but no words came out.

Xue Shao coughed lightly and said, "These two gentlemen fell down while walking, and the five scholars were kind-hearted and went to help them, and they fell accidentally."

The two of them subconsciously looked at the five people on the ground. The five people were also looking at them expressionlessly. Without thinking, the two of them nodded directly, "Yes, that's it."

They were not fools, they knew what the five people wanted, and immediately said, "All five of them were injured while trying to save the two of us, so their medical expenses will be divided equally between the two of us."

They said this with gnashing teeth and glared at each other. It was obvious that they had no objection to paying the medical expenses, but they had a lot of objections to the proportion.

They all felt that the other party was more responsible and should pay the lion's share, but since the bailiffs were present, they obviously could not argue.

The bailiff heaved a sigh of relief when he heard them say this.

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Like them, they didn't want to be involved in a fight, okay? It would be difficult to resolve if so many scholars were involved.
Especially at this time and place, if someone with ulterior motives turned it into an "imperial examination incident", it would likely lead to rivers of blood.

There is a precedent in the Ming Dynasty.

The yamen runners breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "Since you were injured while saving people, you two should pay for the medical expenses. In addition to the medical expenses, there should be some additional compensation. After all, the five of you were injured and need someone to take care of you."

Both of them had no problem and agreed.

The bailiff asked the five scholars how much extra compensation would be appropriate.
The five people looked at each other and didn't say anything.

In the end, everyone subconsciously looked up at Xue Shao.

Xue Shao paused, then took the initiative to ask: "Twenty taels?"

The five of them looked relieved, and were obviously satisfied with the compensation, on the condition that they could take the exam tomorrow as usual.

So the five of them looked at Wang Cong again.

Wang Cong was in a dilemma, but finally, under the eager expectations of everyone, he gritted his teeth and said reluctantly: "As long as the five candidates follow the doctor's advice, I will take out the magic medicine passed down from my ancestors and let the five candidates take the imperial examination as usual tomorrow."

Although the five masters were skeptical, under the watchful eyes of the yamen runners, they still nodded and agreed to the compensation of twenty taels per person, with medical expenses calculated separately.

The five of them decided to go back to the inn and ask another doctor to treat them.

But now we need to deal with it urgently and then send the bailiffs away.

Witnessed by yamen runners and many candidates, the seven people made a written pledge, and the two men promised to give them enough money for subsequent medical treatment.

The two even called their servants on the spot and asked them to go back and get the money.

Both of them have such bad tempers, so they naturally have some reasons for being so confident. You can tell from the clothes they are wearing.

I can still afford one or two hundred taels of silver, but I will still feel bad.

On average, including medical expenses, each person has to pay about seventy taels, which is almost enough for a juren to go to Beijing to take the imperial examinations.

Not to mention the subsequent medical expenses. If we assume a lenient estimate, for two people, each person may have to pay around 100 taels.

My heart aches just thinking about it. Their family is wealthy, but not that rich.

So the two of them stared at Wang Cong and his two sisters, their eyes as sharp as knives.

They were not stupid. They could see that Wang Cong and the other two had asked for a high price. It was obvious that the medicine was not worth that much money.

The five scholars naturally saw it, but since they didn't pay for it, they felt resentful and were happy that Wang Cong was cheating them.

The scholars around him didn't say anything, just stared at the two of them.

So the two of them kept silent and endured the fact that Wang Cong made a profit of forty-eight taels.

He also had a look of regret on his face. If he hadn't asked for ten taels from each person evenly, which seemed fake, he wouldn't have only charged the other two people nine taels each.

After making money, Wang Cong was very considerate and said, "You five better not move. Let someone carry you back."

He also took the initiative to say: "I know some considerate and polite Li Fu, I can introduce them to you."

The five scholars quickly glanced at Xue Shao, who nodded slightly. Then they nodded and asked him for help.

Wang Cong happily took Tao Yanbai and Miaohe away and went to find Li Fu for them.

Pan Yun and Miao Zhen were leaning against the wall of the teahouse, holding their hands in boredom. Seeing that the three men had made money, they ignored them and walked straight to Li Fu who was squatting in the corner not far away. Pan Yun couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, the ability to make money determines status, and the economic base determines the superstructure."

Miao Zhen nodded: "Although I don't quite understand the second half, the first half is true."

　Hehehe, good night

　　(End of this chapter)