Chapter 22 Clues to Tianjingfang
Chapter 22 Clues to Tianjingfang
A few days passed quickly, and it was time to distribute tiger bone ointment.
After receiving the tiger bone ointment from their senior brother, the apprentices couldn't wait to use it.
But there are exceptions…
Fang Guiqi folded the tiger bone ointment in half, put it in his arms, and rushed into the house.
The other apprentices were used to this and knew that he would not use it, so they sold it privately and exchanged it for silver.
In fact, the apprentices despised his behavior so much that they thought he was picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.
How much can tiger bone paste be exchanged for? It is better to use it on yourself, break through the strength as soon as possible, and earn more.
In Gongliang City, those who practice martial arts and have developed great strength can earn a minimum monthly salary of 30 taels of silver, and can easily find a good job.
Zhou You had seen this more than once and was no longer surprised.
Zhou You applied the tiger bone ointment to his chest and felt the medicinal power penetrate deeply into his body, causing his skin to warm slightly.
I feel a little regretful inside, because now the effect of one patch of tiger bone ointment is becoming weaker and weaker.
If you want immediate results, you need to use at least 3 patches of tiger bone ointment together to see results.
However, the amount of tiger bone ointment distributed by the outer hospital was fixed, and no one was exempt.
"We still have to find a way to get the secret medicine."
Zhou You was still thinking about this idea until he fell asleep.
At nightfall, Fang Guiqi, who lived in the same room with me, was not there, and the room seemed empty.
Every second day after distributing tiger bone ointment, Fang Guiqi would make an excuse to go out and disappear for a while.
Other new apprentices said that he went to the black market to sell tiger bone paste privately to make a profit.
Zhou You noticed him several times and found that his whereabouts were mysterious. He hid during the day and came out at night, fearing that he would be discovered by others.
You need connections to enter the black market, otherwise you can’t get in even if you’re across the street.
Fang Guiqi, a foreigner, actually found the black market before Zhou You, who grew up locally. This guy must have a lot of secrets.
"Well, I'm definitely not coming back tonight."
Zhou You looked at the empty bed, yawned and fell asleep.
It was not until the evening of the next day that Fang Guiqi returned to the outer courtyard, hurriedly changed his shoes and socks, and went out to practice again.
Zhou You remained calm, taking the opportunity to wipe the ground where he walked, his fingertips felt slippery.
"Sure enough, it's still the little red clay from Tianjingfang."
There was a thin layer of red soil on my fingertips, with a fresh stickiness.
Looking at the shoes Fang Guiqi took off, the soles were covered with a layer of brown-red mud. There was only one place in the city with this kind of soil.
Sweet Well House!
Every time Fang Guiqi received tiger bone ointment, he would go to Tianjingfang in the city to trade.
After all, he was an outsider. How could his familiarity with the city's terrain compare to that of Zhou You, a native of the city?
Tianjingfang is a deserted area in the city, named after a square well.
Sifang Well produces clear and sweet water, which is more suitable for making tea than mountain spring water and is highly favored by upper-class families.
Later, the well water dried up and the area became completely deserted, becoming a den for city foxes and rats.
"What's the point of being mysterious? I found out anyway."
After several attempts, Fang Guiqi's feet were covered with Tianjingfang's unique red mud.
Every time after receiving the tiger bone ointment, he would disappear for a while, and when he returned he would be covered in red mud.
The answer is ready to come out.
Tianjingfang hides a private trading channel for tiger bone paste.
There may even be other ways of trading secret medicines. As long as you have money, you can buy anything!
Zhou You's heart was filled with excitement. This was good news. He was worried that he would not have enough tiger bone ointment.
Now that the channel has begun to see the light of day, all that’s left is… money.
The next day, Zhou You took a leave of absence and went home to raise funds for his plan.
After paying the tuition, he only had 5 or 6 taels of silver left, which was far from enough to buy the secret medicine.
I had no choice but to shamelessly ask my dad for pocket money.
Because of the influence of the martial arts school sign, my father's salary increased last month, and the family has become much richer. "The oil seller, shiny and oily, married a wife to honor his parents."
"The oil seller..."
A few naughty children were walking and singing nursery rhymes as they approached from far away on the street.
Zhou You looked up and saw that it was an acquaintance, Song Fugui, who was walking towards him carrying a basket of oil on his shoulder.
"Zhou You, what a coincidence."
Song Fugui hadn't been seen for many days and had many wounds on his face, but he was in good spirits.
He pulled Zhou You to sit on the street, spent three big coins to buy two bowls of tea, and talked while drinking.
"I went home and told my parents, thank you for the low price of oil."
Song Fugui chuckled, "It's nothing. When I become the head of the family, I will just give it to my uncle and aunt for free."
"You are my friend, how can you not enjoy free good oil?"
Hearing about Zhang Shu's story, he became excited, "Zhang Shu, that bastard, dared to slander you, he deserves to be crippled."
"Don't mention him. It's unlucky."
The two were chatting when a passerby wrapped in a white robe walked up to them, speaking with a foreign accent.
"Oil seller, would you like to offer some fragrant oil to the Buddha?"
The man in white robe had nothing in his hands, only a porcelain bowl, and it was obvious that he wanted it for free.
Zhou You frowned, stood up and was about to chase the man away.
"Forget it, it's just a bowl of oil."
Song Fugui grabbed Zhou You, stood up, took out the oil gourd and poured him a bowl of sesame oil.
The man in white robes held the incense oil and bowed to Song Fu, "Thank you for your generosity. The Buddha will protect you."
Zhou You watched him leave and found that the man in white robes gathered with a group of people also wearing white robes.
"Don't look at it. It's the Buddhist religion that came from overseas. It was originally only in Sucheng, but now it has come to our Gongliang City with the refugees."
Song Fugui explained, "These guys are quite strange. Although they want it for free, they don't give it to you or force you to do anything."
"He was very polite even when he gave me the scented oil."
"I am doing business abroad, and I dare not offend these superstitious people."
Small businesses have to be run everywhere, and taxes have to be paid to the government and gangs. Even the money for incense offerings in temples cannot be short of money.
After Song Fugui left the outer courtyard, life was very difficult at first, with petty thieves everywhere.
There are people who buy oil without paying, people who buy on credit and don't pay back, and people who secretly use steel needles to pierce the oil gourd and eat the oil. There are all kinds of people.
After all, without the protection of the martial arts school's wooden sign, the wild dogs on the roadside would be eager to pounce on and bite a piece of meat.
However, Song Fugui gritted his teeth and fought five or six games a day, not saying a word even when he bled.
His ruthlessness scared away those petty thieves, and now he can do business with less worry.
Of course, you still shouldn’t offend those you shouldn’t offend.
"Zhou You, do you need money at the martial arts gym?"
"My father is very stingy. He said he was saving money for me to get married, but he didn't give me the chance to save money."
"But who am I? I can do little tricks right under his nose."
Song Fugui took out a bag of silver from his pocket and said, "Here are 20 taels. Take them first."
"If I can't cultivate my strength, I won't be able to pay back so much money!"
Zhou You weighed the bag of silver and said jokingly.
"I have confidence in you. You can definitely develop your strength and become a formal apprentice in the martial arts school."
Song Fugui said firmly.
Zhou You didn't bother to be polite with him, and put the silver in his arms, "Good brother, come to my house for dinner when you have time."
At this moment, he truly acknowledged this brother.
(End of this chapter)