The streets and alleys of Dongcheng were blocked by deer antlers.

From time to time, there are servants and yamen runners who are inspecting each, each holding sticks, swords and guns, which seems to have distinguished the poor and rich.

The granaries among these aristocratic families have a foundation of more than ten years, which is enough to last for a long time. You should know that Wu'an County is surrounded by a large area, belonging to the northwest of Wei County, Jizhou. To the west is the remnants of the Taihang Mountains, the rest are hills and basins, and next to it is Mishui, which can be regarded as a fertile field of more than a hundred miles.

Seeing Mo Feng coming from the West City, several yamen runners raised their eyebrows slightly. However, Mo Feng's gorgeous clothes did not look like poor people.

"Stop, what are you doing?" the soldier said in a deep voice.

"I'm following the king's house and entering the city to find friends. I don't know if this is..." Mo Feng smiled politely and raised his eyebrows and said curiously.

"Visiting friends?" Several people looked at each other and then said, "The plague in Wu'an is rampant, and anyone who wants to enter the city must undergo inspection."

A few acres, a hundred meters away from the antlers.

Mo Feng patted the dust on his body, and it turns out that dressing is still very important.

However, when the east side of the city was clean, there were almost no pedestrians on the street. There was only a man in his thirties who was walking quickly with bags of medicine and bowed his head.

Mo Feng stepped forward and said in a very polite manner: "I wonder if you are so in a hurry, is there something important?"

The man stopped, his face pale, looked at Mo Feng's eyes up and down, and said in a hoarse voice: "The plagues are rampant in the city, and you still dare to wander on the street, aren't you afraid of death!"

After saying that, he fisted his five fingers and coughed twice.

Seeing this, Mo Feng raised his eyebrows, looked at the man strangely, and then said, "Are you infected with the cold?"

"Nonsense, you've gotten cold." The man suddenly glared and then coughed twice.

"Uh," Mo Feng looked at the man speechlessly, and told him that he had AIDS. He shrugged slightly, "You should be unwell now, have fatigue, have anorexia and fever, have sore throat and cough, are you?"

"You," the man looked at Mo Feng with a vigilant look. He was unwilling to admit that he had been infected with the plague, but his body was indeed the same as those infected with the plague in the early stage.

"Don't be nervous, you should have gone to the pharmacy to get medicine just now, right? But you should know that if the plague is touched, the touched one will die, and there is no possibility of survival." Mo Feng directly pointed out, but then he said, "But your illness is still short, maybe I can save your life."

After hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment. Can he save himself?

The instinct in his heart told him that it was impossible, and there was no one to cure the plague. However, the next second he knelt down, and even if Mo Feng lied to him, he would admit it. After all, he knew that he had been infected with the plague, and that if nothing unexpected happened, he would die for more than ten or twenty days.

"As long as you can cure my illness, I will make you a cow and horse, and I will give you all the money in my family." As he said that, the man burst into tears, his voice trembling a little. The deep inside of his nervous eyes was endless fear, and he shouted in pain.

"Uh," Mo Feng took two steps back. Although he came over and took a lot of medicine, he was better careful about these diseases: "What are you doing? People from the aristocratic family still..."

"Shanghai, Wu'an merchant. Don't worry, my family has money. As long as you can cure my illness, I will give you all of them." The man said in panic.

Mo Feng couldn't help but pinch his chin. Although the merchants' voice is not as good as the aristocratic family, the news spreads very quickly. Besides, he will definitely be in the business world in the late Han Dynasty in the future, so it would be good to have more connections.

Thinking of this, Mo Feng took out two small bottles from his cuffs mysteriously, and then knocked out more than twenty pills and handed them over. The latter looked at his hands with his eyes and took them, like a supreme treasure.

"One pill at a time, four times a day. In addition, if you take the largest pill in advance, it will be of great benefit to you. After taking these medicines, your plague should be cured." Mo Feng pretended to be profound.

Although it was just a few pills for him, it was a recreation of kindness to these people. Especially in the late Han Dynasty, the most important thing was to be kind, filial piety and righteousness. The twenty-four filial piety in the book was not just a joke, Kong Rong let Li also be remembered in history. In this era, no one asked whether the unfilial sons and the rebellious sons were beaten to death.

Upon hearing this, the man ignored the authenticity and directly picked the largest piece and put it into his mouth, swallowing it hard.

Then, he wrapped the remaining medicine particles with silk cloth and put them in his pocket. He stood up with difficulty, and bowed hard again, "My benefactor, I don't know what you call me?"

"Just call me Mo Feng."

"I'm here to read the name Boye. Thank you brother Mo for helping me." Brother Mo clasped his fists and then asked tentatively: "Brother Mo, this is not far from my mansion. Why not go and have a rest for a while and drink a cup of hot tea?"

"It's so good," Mo Feng nodded, but he felt a deep thought in his heart: "You have to make a note! Otherwise, it's too much of a price."

In a short while, outside a magnificent mansion.

The blue bricks and green tiles and the gatehouse of the High Court are filled with luxury and style, which is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

"Brother Mo, please," Cerryn smiled gently.

After some politeness, Mo Feng has already entered the courtyard.

Looking around, the courtyard is very spacious, with fish swimming in the rockery, and the corridors covered with green bricks and green tiles on both sides are long. There are also some servants.

"Hello, Master,"

Chuangren nodded and then said in a deep voice: "Go and call the lady over, and say that a distinguished guest has arrived. By the way, let the kitchen back up the banquet, go quickly."

After saying that, Cairen smiled and said to Mo Feng, "Brother Mo, please come in first."

For a moment, in the living room.

As soon as I entered the living room, the antiques and jade artifacts on the wooden frames on both sides instantly attracted Mo Feng's attention.

There are many kinds of pottery flat-mouthed pots and thin-neck pots, but these are not valuable. In the late Han Dynasty, the most valuable ones were jade and bronze.

And at this time, on the wooden stand.

There are not many bronze ware, but there are many exquisitely carved jade ware.

"Why, Brother Mo loves antiques and jade? If you like something, just tell me." Chuangren smiled cheerfully, looking extremely hospitable.

Mo Feng shook his head slightly, and he was just sighing. After all, he didn't know whether the storage wall brought these antiques to automatically outline the traces of the times. If he couldn't outline, he would cause trouble on his own and could only be considered a high imitation.

As soon as I sat down, before I could say a few words, a woman of twenty-seven or eight walked slowly, and the maid behind me was holding a wooden plate.

"Young Master uses tea," the woman was not as beautiful as she was, but she looked dignified and generous. She rolled her sleeves with one hand and held the teacup with the other hand, smiled warmly, and then stood quietly beside Chuangren.

"Brother Mo, this is a slut." Chuangren smiled gently, and then brought the medicine pellets given by Mo Feng along the tea.

When I got in the mouth, the crepe felt bitter, but I still swallowed it hard: "Brother Mo, is the medicine you gave really feasible? Why is it rice grains?"

"Ahem, I'm really dissatisfied with Brother Chie. When I came down to Piaomiao Fairy Peak on Penglai Fairy Island in the East China Sea, I knew that the people were poisoned by the plague, so I worked hard to solve the plague. Now I finally realized it by me." Mo Feng was serious and nonsense, but he felt like a master of the world.

"Oh? Brother Mo actually came to Penglai Immortal Island? Then this medicine really works?" Chiren had a glimmer of hope, and looked at Mo Feng with a burning look, asking.

"Nature. This medicine is the last trace of morning dew I collected in the Xianshan Mountain in the morning, supplemented by as many as a hundred kinds of flowers and plants. Mixed them with a tool and refined them for 77 to 49 days. Each furnace can only be refined 36 pieces, which is a world-class product. I named it - Immortal Pill!" Mo Feng put his five fingers together on his chin, and his deep eyes seemed to be not joking. In short, it was the same as the real one.

ps: Now we will start the next round of recommendations. I will bookmark it. It depends on all the brothers. Please, please!
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