Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

Brother Sun picked up the bowl of water in front of him and drank it. He sat cross-legged in a comfortable position and touched his nose with his hand.

"My grandson is only twenty years old this year. My parents died at the age of six. I followed my master to live in the Taoist temple. When I prayed and chanted sutras, my master ascended to great success, the incense was gone, and the land was robbed by bald donkeys. I can only bear the burden. Juan came back home again. Fortunately, the clan left an inch of land to settle down. Farming is not good. Now that the natural disasters continue and the land tax is high, I have no other skills. At that time, the master and disciples and several brothers survived starvation by relying on the tofu they made themselves, so they made this again, but they didn’t expect that the poor couldn’t afford it, and the rich couldn’t sell it because of their tricks.”

Sun Cai sighed and shook his head.

His head was dangling, and the people in the hall couldn't help worrying that he would suddenly shake his head off by himself.

"If you want to say that Sun Cai is not talented, he has no other skills, but..." Sun Cai sat up straight again, and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with a little excitement, "I am so old that I can serve tea, pour water, chop firewood, and feed horses." The materials are as small as making beds, making clothes and cooking. I have been a Taoist for more than ten years. I dare not say anything else. , value for money.....”

Everyone in the hall could not bear to listen.

"You don't even look at yourself, it's worth the money..." Xu Bangchui shouted with staring eyes.

Sun Cai looked up at him.

"Better than your appearance." He muttered, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang again.

"I don't need you as a companion." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I want to buy your craftsmanship."

Sun Cai was stunned.He turned to look at his tofu basket.

"My lady wants tofu?" He understood and asked in surprise.

"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded, "I'll buy you, this tofu will not be named Sun in the future, but Cheng, do you understand?"

Everyone understands.

"Then, lady, how much do you plan to pay?" Sun Cai sat up straight and asked with his eyes rolling wildly.

Since it is not buying a body to be a lowly slave, but selling craftsmanship.Then you have to bargain hard.

"My tofu is the only craft handed down by my master in the entire capital..." Sun Cai continued.

"Then just stick to your unique craft and see if you can fill your stomach." The old shopkeeper snorted, raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "You are really out of breath when you say you are fat."

"Old Uncle Wu, you're doing business, why don't you let people bargain." Sun Cai covered his head and muttered.

Cheng Jiaoniang stood up.

"The price is negotiable. Go and get all your tofu-making household items first." She said, then looked at Xu Maoxiu again, "Third brother, clean up the backyard and give him a tofu room."

Xu Maoxiu nodded yes.

"Let's clean it up now, my sister will be fine tomorrow." He said.

Cheng Jiaoniang bid farewell to everyone and left.

Watching the carriage go away in the rain.Then everyone turned around.

"Why don't you pack up your things?" Xu Bangchui glanced at Sun Cai who was also following him off, and shouted. "What kind of acquaintance are you pretending to be! You need to deliver it!"

Sun Cai pouted, put on the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and took up the burden.

"Fourth, fifth, and sixth, you all drive the car to help him move here." Fan Jianglin said.

Several men responded, pushed the cart from the backyard and followed.

"What's the matter, the restaurant is closed, and it's going to make tofu again?" Li Dashao slipped out from behind.Pulling the old shopkeeper with a frowning face, he asked.

"Don't worry, they have sent you a master chef. How can you not be a restaurant?" The old shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I think at the beginning of Zuifenglou, it was said that it could not open a restaurant but a sauce shop. See you, don’t see what you see.”

Li Dashao pouted.

It's Zuifenglou again, Zuifenglou.

"Shopkeeper Wu, in your opinion, can this Taipingju be as good as Zuifenglou at that time?" He asked.

The old shopkeeper twisted his beard.

"Zuifenglou is Zuifenglou, and Taipingju is Taipingju, how can we compare?" He squinted and said, "Go to work, if you don't follow other people's example, they will even be lazy to comment on your food." , no matter Zuifenglou or Taipingju, you will be dismissed."

When Cheng Jiaoniang stepped into the house, Liu Liulang had been waiting for quite a while.

In this hall, the furnishings are simple, there is no gold or jade, only simple and elegant wooden cloth, just like everyone's room, a curtain separates the couch from the hall, a screen is erected in the middle, floor mats are laid in front of it, and a table is placed on it. With a thick book.

The Prosperity Record of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Liu Liulang leaned over to read it, and it was nothing unusual. It was a common folk book, not the classics that other women in the boudoir love to read.

There is a censer in the corner of the room, and there is high-quality sandalwood burning in it. Combined with the pattering rain outside, the room is quiet and pleasant.

The girls and servants in Cheng Jiaoniang’s yard are equipped like the other ladies in the family. The girls and servants sit quietly on the porch, and no one dares to come into the house. Compared with other sisters’ yards, this place is much quieter, just like Cheng Jiao’s. Mother, this person is average.

Saturday Lang let out a sigh of relief, listening to the excitement at the door, he saw the woman enter with an umbrella.

The girl and servant in the corridor got up and greeted the umbrella in the maid's hand.

Cheng Jiaoniang took off her clogs and stepped into the room, but she didn't seem to see Liu Lang sitting upright.

"My wife is about to wash up, Mr. Six, why don't you go and sit with the other sisters?" the maid said.

Although it was covered by an umbrella, Cheng Jiaoniang's hair and shoulders were still wet from the rain, sticking to her body moistly.

As the maid was speaking, she was about to reach out and take off Cheng Jiaoniang's smock.

Shameless, there are still people here!

Saturday Lang hurriedly looked away with sullen face, and stood up.

"I've made up my mind." He said, "You can just rest assured, and save those calculations, I, Zhou Hao, can do what I say."

The maid looked at him puzzled, and Cheng Jiaoniang also turned her gaze.

Liu Liulang stopped talking and stomped away.

"What did he say?" the maid asked puzzled, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang.

"I'm not him, I don't know." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

The maid giggled.

"Lady, let's go wash up." She smiled.

"What did you say?"

Inside Mrs. Zhou's room, looking at Liu Liulang who was kneeling in front of her, Mrs. Zhou almost spit out the medicine she just took, and looked at him in disbelief.

Saturday Lang looked upright, his body tensed.

"I am 16 years old now, aren't my father and mother discussing marriage with me?" He said, "I want to get married."

Mrs. Zhou coughed twice again, and the maid next to her held back her smile and patted her.

"Ma'am, the sixth son is indeed not young." She laughed softly.

Nowadays, men and women can get married after the [-]th Five-Year Plan. It is too late to wait until the [-]th.

Mrs. Zhou looked at her son. As a woman and a mother, she would not just think that her son wanted to get married.

"Liulang, whose girl do you like?" She asked suddenly.

Sure enough, when she asked this sentence, she saw a trace of embarrassment and shyness on her son's face.

"Me." Liu Lang hesitated for a moment. Young people would disdain to talk about this kind of mother-in-law, mother-in-law and children, but at this time he had to say, "I am married to my cousin."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Zhou and the maid were stunned for a moment, they felt that they hadn't heard clearly.

"With whom?" Madam Zhou leaned forward and asked again.

"I want to marry Cheng Jiaoniang." Zhou Liulang said, gritted his teeth and stared.

Mrs. Zhou looked shocked, looking at her son in front of her.

"Oh, that's terrible!" She yelled suddenly, covering her heart with her hands and fell backwards, "Hurry up and get out!"

"lady!"

The servant woman screamed in fright, and the room suddenly became chaotic. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)