si-mexico Chapter 455: Meng Bujiu Returns
Chapter 455: Meng Bujiu Returns
Chen Hongxia said nothing from beginning to end.
Her eyes were a little dull, as if she was thinking about something.
The town at that time.
In the backyard of the Shen family, Shen Hechi stood outside the woodshed, gritting his teeth in anger.
Originally, he thought his father would kill Duan, but who knew that he was soft-hearted and actually wanted to send Duan to the farm to be well raised.
It was euphemistically called for Pearl's sake.
She can't be left without a mother.
Upon hearing the news, Shen Hechi's eyes were filled with hatred.
He brought a plate of cakes and handed it to the servant who was guarding Duan.
She stuffed another two taels of silver into his sleeve, raised her chin, and signaled him with her eyes to give it to Duan in the woodshed.
The servant was a little scared, but when he saw the silver and thought that Shen Hechi was the only child in the Shen family, he had no choice but to agree.
"Here, eat quickly. You will be leaving for the farm in a few days. If you don't eat or drink on the way, I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it. It's okay if you don't want to eat. I'll let you do whatever you want. Anyway, if you die on the way to the farm, it won't be my fault."
The servant put the cakes on the ground and left.
He didn't even look at Duan.
Duan was smart when she was sober. If he forced her to eat, she would definitely scream.
The less you urge her.
The more Duan feared his own death.
During the time he was imprisoned, he listened to Shen Zhong's instructions and was given food and water, but he only had one meal in three days and was not enough to fill him up.
After coming out and closing the door, he leaned over to watch through the crack.
really.
Duan crawled to the pastries and stuffed them into her mouth one by one.
He choked and rolled his eyes.
The servant looked at Shen Hechi and nodded to him.
Shen Hechi turned and left.
There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Mother...I let her drink the poison you drank." Only Shen Hechi could hear these words.
His voice was low, like the whisper of a demon.
Time quickly came to the end of October.
Jiang Fubao began to devote herself to the arrangement of her clinic.
It is expected to open after the new year.
The signboard of the clinic has been completed and it is named Fushantang.
In order to match the decoration inside, the words on the sign were not painted red but black.
The wooden doors are also made of darker wood.
The threshold is very low.
Prevent the patient from being unable to lift his legs or step over.
After entering the door, it is divided into two sides. The right side only occupies one-fifth of the space and is the place for consultation and treatment. Jiang Fubao plans to put a recliner there for the patient to lean on so that she can easily take his pulse.
In the middle is a staircase leading to the second floor.
Next to the stairs is the door leading to the backyard, which is covered with gauze in the summer and replaced with thick windproof cloth in the winter.
On the left hand side is a half wall of cabinets.
Used to store medicine, countless small drawers are neatly arranged.
The names of the herbs are written in red paint next to the pull ring on the outside. Before opening the store, you can put the herbs in according to the names.
There are many windows on the first floor, four facing south and four facing north towards the courtyard.
The sunlight passed through the window lattice and was printed obliquely on the ground.
The pillar in the middle is made of the finest wood, and you can smell a faint fragrance when you get close to it.
In front of the medicine cabinet, there is a corner counter.
When the time comes, you can pay the money and get the medicine here.
Jiang Fubao was thinking about what to add to the counter.
Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are indispensable, as they are used when he prescribes medicine and keeps accounts. There is also a beam scale for weighing medicine, as well as a weight, including oil paper for wrapping medicine and hemp rope for packing the oil paper.
An abacus must also be prepared.
When you open your business, you should also prepare some small change and copper coins in the drawer so that you can find change easily when the time comes.
Directly opposite the counter, there are five single beds, which were custom-made by Jiang Fubao. They are a bit like those in modern beauty salons.
There are five beds, blocked by a large screen.
As soon as you enter the door, you can see the screen on the left. If you want to go past it, you can only go around the counter, which ensures absolute privacy.
In addition, small screens were installed between the five beds.
There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the lobby on the first floor.
There are two small tables on each side of the door, with two empty vases on them. After the New Year, some unwilted flowers and plants will be put in them.
Easier than growing flowers.
Just pick some from the roadside, even with willow branches inserted, it still looks beautiful.
The vase is pure white, simple but versatile.
When I arrived at the backyard, there were only two words that caught my eye.
Spacious.
The layout of the clinic has changed drastically.
Otherwise it wouldn't have taken so long to repair.
On the left are the kitchen and medicine decoction room, and on the right are three rooms for women to receive medical treatment and recuperate.
The toilets are on the left and right sides of the back door, men on the left and women on the right. From now on, everyone goes to the toilet separately and you will never bump into each other.
There was a wooden board hanging outside with the words male and female written on it for easy distinction.
Because there are so many things to add.
Jiang Fubao simply wrote them down one by one with pen and paper.
Leaving the backyard, she went back to the front and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Unlike the first floor, the second floor is not divided into left and right sides.
Instead, it is divided into front and back. The front has a better view, and the balcony outside the window can see the street view, so three private rooms have been built.
Behind it is the lobby.
The windows face north and there are seven tables with all the stools placed upside down on the tables.
The wooden floor was wiped clean.
When the craftsmen laid the floor, Jiang Fubao had people apply oil on it, so the floor looks a little reflective, but the texture seems to be in good condition.
The private room is neither big nor small. In addition to tables and chairs, there is also a wooden sofa.
It was also custom-made by Jiang Fubao.
Each private room has a balcony.
If you want to eat here, you must meet a minimum consumption requirement.
The lobby is casual.
Even if you just order a bowl of noodles, it's fine.
Just when Jiang Fubao was thinking about what to add to the second floor.
She heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Fubao~" The moment she raised her head, the voice also reached her ears.
"Brother Bujiu!! You're back!" Jiang Fubao was surprised and happy.
She threw the paper and pen in her hand onto the table and ran quickly towards Meng Bujiu.
I haven't seen Brother Bujiu for a long time. He has lost a lot of weight and seems to have matured suddenly.
Obviously in modern times, at the age of seventeen, he is just a high school student.
Not even an adult.
"Did Fubao miss me? I went to your house just now and the doorman said you were here, so I came to look for you, and sure enough, you were here."
Meng Bujiu opened his arms out of habit, but thought that Jiang Fubao was already eight years old.
He quickly lowered his arms.
Pat the head instead.
"Of course I miss him. Brother Bujiu has been gone for a long time. It's almost November now." Jiang Fubao watched Meng Bujiu grow up. Although she called him brother, she actually treated Meng Bujiu as her younger brother.
After all, he is a godparent.
Compared to my own brother, there is no difference.
They are all her relatives.
"Brother misses Fubao too. Look, what I brought back for you." After Meng Bujiu said this, Lingshan tactfully came up from downstairs and handed the oil-paper bag in his hand to his master.