Chapter 2 Empress of the Tang Dynasty? Game world?

Morning mist.

The street gradually became lively, with porters carrying burdens, donkey carts transporting firewood to the city, and breakfast stalls cooking thick soup and steaming hot.

It’s really full of human fireworks.

Fang Chang felt something in his heart, and then...

"vomit!"

A wheelbarrow filled with night incense passed by him, and the stench hit his face.

The middle-aged man pushing the wheelbarrow shouted an apology, looked back at Fang Chang, and immediately became excited and quickened his pace.

I take back what I just said.

Fang Chang supported the wall and watched the man leave, thinking that this was probably because he had been in the abalone house for a long time and didn't smell the smell.

Speaking of which, he also has a faint fragrance on his body, which is the unique smell of Mingdian incense candles, and most people don't like to smell it.

Because every time others smell this smell, it means something bad has happened to someone's family.

He walked a little further and came to a shop called Luxiang Pharmacy.

There are couplets hanging on both sides of the store, "I hope people in the world are not sick, I would rather put medicine on the shelf to produce dust."

The handwriting is very good.

Judging from his shallow knowledge of calligraphy, if he can write something that he can understand, then it is a good calligraphy.

Speaking of which, the characters in this world were the same as those in his last world, which really saved him a lot of trouble.

When he appeared in front of the drug store, an old man who was standing at the counter looking at the account books seemed to feel something. He raised his head and took a look, and then took a breath of cold air.

"Hey, Mr. Fang family, are you... possessed by an evil spirit?"

With that said, he walked out of the counter and reached out to feel Fang Chang's pulse.

What does the square length look like at this time?

He was depleted of blood and energy, and looked like an evil ghost. His cheeks were shriveled, his eyes were lifeless, and his hair was yellow and sparse, just like a victim who had just experienced a famine.

Fang Chang didn't stop the old man from taking his pulse.

The reason why he came here was to let the old man give him medical treatment and medicine.

He also didn't expect that conquering a paper puppet would consume so much of his blood.

Originally, after the qi-entraining ceremony, his body suffered some losses. He chewed a wild ginseng and finally made up for it, but it was all gone again.

Fortunately...

Fang Chang unconsciously tightened his cuffs.

There was a little paper figurine lying inside, looking like a girl with a cute smile.

Even though he looked like he was about to collapse if the wind blew, but with the puppet girl protecting his body, ordinary men would not be able to get close to him.

"Hey, hey..."

The old man let out a long sigh, held Fang Chang's pulse tightly, and checked carefully for a while before letting go.

"Uncle Xu, don't just sigh. Can I still be saved?"

Fang Chang was a little nervous because of the old man.

The old man sighed again and then said:

"My medical skills are not good, so I can only save half of your life. I can help you make up some of the lost energy and blood.

But if I want to return to the previous state, I am really unable to do so."

Fang Chang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "That's enough. Uncle Xu, please give me some medicine."

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but shake his head, remembering the rumors about Fang's father, and stopped asking any more questions.

"Medicine is not cheap, I can only give it to you at cost price."

"Okay, Uncle Xu, are you still worried that I have no money?"

Fang Chang took out his wallet and was suddenly startled.

He really has no money.

In order to arrange the ritual of introducing Qi into the body, he spent a lot of silver, including many rare items.

Including the wild ginseng that he bought for ten taels of silver just in case, the dozens of taels of silver that Father Fang left him amounted to seventy-seven or eighty-eight.

At this moment, he only had a little more than two taels of broken silver in his hand.

"Ahem, Uncle Xu, um, I only have so much, can I get the rest on credit first?"

The old man who was taking the medicine paused, turned his head and saw the broken silver scattered on the counter, and couldn't help but ask:

"Your store is doing so well, and your father is a housekeeper, so this is all you have left?"

The implication is that Fang Chang went out to fool around and spent all the money left by his father.

"Master Fang, I and your father have known each other for a while, and there are some things I shouldn't have said.

But now that your father is gone, as your elder, I still have to advise you to run your store well. As long as you are half as capable as your father, you will be able to live and feed well in the future.

But don't touch things you shouldn't touch.

These two taels of silver are your last savings, right?

Hey, forget it, I will let you owe it this time, and wait until you have money to send it to me.

But it’s just this once, if you dare not pay me next time, don’t blame me for beating you out with a broom.”

The old man was taking the medicine and giving endless instructions.

"Okay, here are five doses of medicine, one dose per day, add three bowls of water and boil over medium heat to make one bowl, once in the morning and evening.

Also, be sure not to injure yourself again, otherwise even gods will not be able to save you."

The old man tied up the medicine bag and handed it to Fang Chang, speaking earnestly and thoughtfully.

Fang Chang followed the good advice and accepted everything, and then said with a smile:

"Goodbye, old man Xu, I will definitely repay the money."

After that, Fang Chang took the medicine, waved to the old man, and left in a cool manner. He looked so sick that it was hard to see his cool temperament.

Not long after Fang Chang left, a crisp voice came from the inner room.

"Grandpa, I just heard Brother Fang Chang's voice. Is he here?"

The curtain opened, and a petite girl with a round face, about sixteen or seventeen years old, walked out.

The girl had braids, a simple and elegant hemp skirt, and a white apron around her waist. She was carrying a tray with two bowls of white porridge and a portion of shiny diced radish and pickles.

The old man was not in a good mood, so he took the tray from the girl's hand and stood on the counter to eat breakfast.

"It's that boy from the Fang family, but I let him go."

The girl's face was anxious: "Grandpa, why did you let Brother Fang Chang go? Ever since Uncle Fang passed away, he hasn't been out for a long time.

Oh, grandpa, please tell me which way he went, and I will chase him."

"Lanlan, don't go."

The old man quickly grabbed the girl, thought about it, and said:

"Lan Lan, according to grandpa's opinion, the matter between you and Fang Chang can just be...forget it."

Before Fang's father passed away, he had a joke with Fang's father, saying that the two children were of the same age and got along well with each other on weekdays, so why not arrange a baby wedding first?

Father Fang naturally smiled and agreed.

But when these words reached the ears of the two children, their original friendship became a little more ambiguous.

The girl no longer pestered Fang Chang as usual.

But that's just a girl's reserve.

She is also willing to have Fang Chang, the brother next door, become her future husband.

If Fang's father had not recently died, perhaps the Fang family would have come to propose marriage to her at this time.

When she heard grandpa say forget it, the girl paused and asked in confusion:

"But grandpa, didn't you say that?"

The old man sighed, as if he had sighed more today than in his whole life.

"Grandpa knew that Fang Chang was a good boy, but now and then, Fang was young and strong, but he died without any illness. I had doubts in my heart for a long time.

At this time, Fang Chang looked like he was going to die young again. He was afraid that because of the unknown bloodline of his family, he might die young.

Grandpa took his pulse just now. Although he was eighteen years old, his pulse was weaker than that of an old man in his fifties.

Grandpa can't just push you into the fire pit.
To be continued...