Chapter 940 Chapter 2104 (Part 1) Integration, Blending In

Chapter 940 Chapter 21.04 (Part 1) Integrate, blend in

When Wei Keng returned to Niuchao, most of his original excitement was extinguished. He packed up the remains of the old man in a taciturn tone, silently left the place where he grew up as a child, and began his journey to become a monk. In this farewell, there is no more worry.

A month later, a hundred miles away, a translucent child dressed in commoner clothes came to the gate of a city.

This is the county seat appointed by the Great Zong Dynasty. The city wall is forty meters high. On the layers of stacked bricks and tiles, you can see the lines of different eras.

This county burns a batch of bricks every year, and when the city wall needs repairing, it is put on top. Since then, the brick inscriptions on it have given the city wall a sense of age.

In this world where "immortal cultivation" exists, Wei Keng does not know the specific authority of the dynasty. But what is certain is that a certain order can be maintained in these human cities designated by dynasties.

If it were a disaster that killed the whole city once every few hundred years, then the role of the dynasty would be non-existent.

Only certain deterrence can guarantee the safety of one party.

Even if this dynasty does not have any local governance, the county government still represents local authority, and all the major local families must give the dynasty a face.

At the gate of the city, Wei Keng, who looked like a young boy, presented the gatekeepers with a pot of wine from the mountain and thirty pieces of money, and begged: "I live in Nanling, and I was attacked by a gangster on the way. Now my family is ruined, and I have to flee to the city." I was taken in by relatives here, you see..."

The soldiers weighed the big boys in their hands and said to Wei Keng: "Young man, it's not that easy to get around in the city. Don't do anything like stealing, otherwise I won't care about your feelings." (This sentence It was basically a threat to Wei Keng not to commit any crime.)

About three days later, Wei Keng finally found a place to stay in the city, which was the back hall of a drug store.

This is a technical job in ancient times, oh, it is also in modern times.

Wei Keng: Didn't you see that in modern times, after the decline of the American imperial industry, there were only two high-end professions left, "doctors and lawyers", both of which required research and long verification before they could make money every day.

Of course, it is impossible for an outsider to get such a job that makes a lot of money every day without introduction.

Mr. Wei felt that it was not safe to kneel down and beg to be a disciple. Or it could be said that he was afraid of society and did not dare to come to ask for help.

After Wei Keng determined many functions from the system, he went directly to some clerks in the pharmacy and used money to buy the dregs of medicine.

In the process of mixing and boiling these medicinal residues, the medicinal properties have been almost used up, and some toxicity has also been produced. However, after careful analysis by the system and precise quantitative grinding, a little medicinal effect can still be exerted.

Oh, the premise is data analysis.

Ever since, Wei Keng started working as a scalper in the city, taking medicinal powder ground with stone chisels and selling it to fortune tellers on the street to prepare talismanic water! Or use glue boiled from dog skin to make a plaster patch to treat poisonous insect bites and minor ailments such as "cold and heat in the internal organs".

In this city, not everyone can look up to the doctor. Although doctors are benevolent, their energy is not everyone's turn to consume.

Wei Keng sold a batch of medicinal powder and found it effective.

I squatted outside the pharmacy intentionally or unintentionally. When I saw the poor man wandering in front of the pharmacy, I walked over and asked in a mysterious tone: "Do you need medicinal powder? It comes from the pharmacy. It is cheap. If it can't be cured, it's free."

Since I was a little kid, this kind of recommendation was not considered reliable, but I was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, and I saw that the packaging paper of the takeaway products was the one marked by the pharmacy, so I believed this scalper.

Of course, as a scalper, you will also look at people and treat minor illnesses and weaknesses, but ignore severe and emergency cases. Of course, if you are in a hurry to beg yourself, you can sprinkle one or two doses of medicine at most, and then leave without charging a penny.

…Of course, the ancients were also aware of copyright…

A month later, in the pharmacy, an old man took a "pill" and opened it. Then there was a pungent smell, but then there was some sweetness. This was a "Qingdu Powder".

The old man looked at the pharmacy boy who was taken out and Wei Keng who was caught in the act. , glanced at his medicine boy sternly, and said coldly: "Fifteen prototypes." As soon as he finished speaking, the medicine boy trembled, but was quickly pulled aside by the boy beside him so that he could be beaten. He soon screamed and played in the next room. ring.

When Wei Keng saw the beaten drug boy, he complained in his heart: "The wealth is not leaked, you are so showy, it would be strange if you are not found."

Soon it was Wei Keng's turn. To be honest, Wei Keng was very energetic now, as the old man Chen in the pharmacy could tell at a glance. After he pondered for a moment, he began to question: "You stole my name from Shencaotang. What is your intention to deceive me?"

Wei Keng cupped his hands and said, "Sir, this is really a bad idea. I came to Chushan City without any relatives and wanted to find a place to live. I really don't mean to offend you."

Having said this, Wei Keng paused and found that a stream of smoke from the incense candle on the left drifted towards his nose. He immediately waved his hand and the stream of smoke dispersed directly.

The old man in the medicine hall stared at the children in the hall, wondering what the purpose of this was. According to his plan, he would poison it first, but Wei Keng's judgment on pharmacology and toxicology exceeded his expectations.

In the Jianghu, the most important ones are "old people, children, Taoist priests, and nuns." So he took out the dregs of medicine and said: "The medicine you prepared can restrain the toxicity of each other, but the dregs of the medicine can be left." If you can release that three-thirds of medicinal power, which school do you follow?"

After Wei Keng paused for a moment, he took out a medicinal book, which he found from the evil cultivator. Then he handed it to the medicine man with both hands: "I am an Orion, and I accidentally saved a strange man." , this book was left by the strange man, and is dedicated to the gentleman to apologize for the previous offense."

Narrator: This was copied by Wei Keng later. For every book written by the evil cultivator, Wei Keng made sure that the papers were burnt and that there were no hidden layers or super secrets.

The old man's eyes brightened when he looked at the book, but he was still careful. There were many strange poisons in the world hidden in martial arts secret books. He immediately picked up the medicine shovel, shoveled the book, and then flipped it open. After seeing the contents of the medicine book, he nodded slightly. This is indeed a detailed medicine book. Of course, there is a unique method for measuring the ratio of medicinal properties. For example, taste with the mouth, smell with the nose, and touch with the hands. What conditions must be prepared in advance? Just taste with the mouth. Warm water, ice water, and hot water are different, and the taste of the medicine is different.

The old man looked at Wei Keng and said, "I will accept this book," and then said to the eldest disciple, "Give him ten taels of silver."

Wei Keng: "Sir, is it possible?"

The old man refused and said: "This medicine shop does not accept people." Just kidding, Wei Keng's origin is so mysterious, and his methods are so weird, it is impossible for him to be admitted to a core area like a medicine shop.

However, this way the old rivers and lakes will not be completely blocked. After taking the medicine book, they will send away ten taels of silver, which will make it easy to make enemies. So, after the old doctor walked away, a middle-aged man, the senior disciple of the drug store, stepped forward and said: "My little friend is skilled in dispensing medicine. It is really rare. I have a business here, which can be used for you to settle down." ”

Wei Keng paused, confirmed the situation, and nodded. In such a classical era, every corner of the city is intricately connected. As an outsider who wants to break in, he must upgrade bit by bit. Some processes cannot be skipped.

But having a legitimate income is better than nothing. As Wei Keng nodded in agreement, after listening to this recommendation, he paused and thought to himself: "This is a guy, is he making a legitimate living?"

...For foreigners to work, unless they have real skills, they will be cheap if they leave their hometown. …

In the Chushan City County Yamen Prison, the chief apprentice from the pharmacy led the way down the damp stone steps and said to the jailer: "I'm looking for Lao Wu." When the jailer heard the name, there was obviously a look of fear on his face, and he seemed to be pointing at Like the toilet, it points to the innermost room.

Wei Keng saw the person he was looking for. This was a man with a sultry spirit. After looking up and down Wei Keng, his eyes stabbed Wei Keng up and down several times like a knife. This guy is a county magistrate, oh, that is, an autopsy examiner, an ancient forensic doctor.

Of course, these are the marginalized people in the county government. It is a person who is indispensable but whose status is very low. It is referred to as the "urinal" profession.

Mr. Wei looked at the environment of this big cell and thought for a while: "I did it." He paused in his heart and sighed: "Life is forcing me, life is forcing me."

However, after seeing Wei Keng agree, the coward showed a shabby smile and a mouth full of crooked teeth. This is a joke on this "little boy with red face and white teeth". When Wei Keng saw this smile, he also smiled. Silver light flew from his fingertips, and with a buzz, a steel needle shot out and hit the wooden fence in the cell.

At this time, both the top disciple of the pharmacy who came here with Wei Keng and the widower who was called Lao Wu all had a look of surprise on their faces.

Wei Keng took out the ingot of silver given to him by the pharmacy, and lightly divided the silver into two sections with his fingertips. Wei Keng withdrew half of it, then held up half of it and said to him: "Master Wu, this is the boy's prayer. I hope the master will take good care of the boy in the future."

Wu Zuo took the silver, took a look at it, exhaled a breath and said, "It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk. There are many ghosts here, but you are the only one left behind."

The next day, Wei Keng came in with his quilt. However, this place is indeed dirty, and the spiritual energy field is sparse and chaotic.