"Where can we get from?" Mr. Zhou said, "Mr. Chen's house."

Because Chen Shao's father's illness has improved and his position has been stabilized, there will be a lot of traffic and horses in front of Chen's house during the Chinese New Year this year.

The concierge was full of people, as lively as a restaurant. Although the tea served by the Chen family's concierge was a little subpar, and according to Chen Shao's habit, basically none of these people would be received, but this did not stop people from arriving one after another.

of visitors.

In fact, they did not want to see Chen Shao, but it was just an official custom to show that when the person arrived, his mind was made.

Most of the officials in the concierge were familiar with each other and greeted each other with smiles. They had nothing to do in the winter and sat down to drink tea and chat.

"...The master that the Cheng family's wife met is said to be the miracle doctor Bian Que..."

"...Pull her down, she is in the Taoist temple, and she should naturally meet Master Li who is riding a bull..."

In the noisy chatting and joking, such words occasionally came out. I don't know when someone started discussing old Mrs. Chen's illness. The topic shifted to this Jiangzhou lady who cured the patient.

Even when talk arises and debates continue, some people will stop and ask questions.

"Which immortal do you think Lady Jiangzhou met?"

It makes the disciples who add tea and water dumbfounded.

"Stop talking nonsense, there is no such thing." They could only say, but they were completely unable to stop these words from flowing out.

In the hall of Old Mrs. Chen, Chen Shao was also a little bit dumbfounded.

"Father, what do you mean by these words?" he said.

Old Mrs. Chen put down the book in his hand.

"Didn't you say that?" he asked with a serious look on his face.

"Father!" Chen Shao smiled bitterly, "I'm talking about an expert, not an immortal."

"Isn't it true that those experts who can cure stupidity and bring the dead back to life are like immortals?" Old Mrs. Chen said with a smile.

Chen Shao was helpless, knowing that his father was deliberately trying to keep him in the dark.

"Father, spread this word..." he said.

"I didn't spread the word." Mr. Chen waved his hands and said, "I was just chatting and joking with the old servant. Who knows who spread the word. I was recovering from my illness, but I didn't spread the word."

Chen Shao laughed.

If it weren't for your instructions, who would dare to say it?

"The master said that strange power confuses the spirit without saying anything. I don't know if I don't tell or ask." Old Mrs. Chen waved his hands with a bit of solemnity, "I only know that Mrs. Cheng is my savior."

I won’t talk about Confucian disciples, but there are so many people in the world who are not Confucian disciples, especially with such miraculous things. It is conceivable that during this New Year, Mrs. Cheng will definitely be dying all over the capital.

"Father, is this good for Mrs. Cheng?" he asked after hesitation.

"It's better for Madam Cheng to meet an immortal than for others to meet an immortal." Mr. Chen smiled as if he didn't care, "There are many people in the world waiting for good luck, but why is this good luck so easy?

Just picked it up."

Just as Mr. Zhou said, although the women who were socializing had sour words, they still did not stop visiting the Zhou family's door.

There were more cars and horses in front of Zhou's house, making the originally broad front door narrow and messy.

But no one was angry about this. The disciples were running around directing the parking of the carriages with a bit of joy and a bit of pride. When the neighbors gathered around to watch, they occasionally wiped their sweat with a bit of helplessness and said that it was really tiring to celebrate the New Year.

Words like blatantly complaining and secretly showing off.

Mrs. Zhou's living room in the Zhou family was also full of people, talking and laughing loudly through the door, and most of the topics were about Cheng Jiaoniang.

"...You were really stupid when you were young?"

"..Yes, yes, Ge Niang and I used to be good friends when we were young, and when we returned to the province and came to Beijing a few years after we got married, she always came to me to sit with her." A lady sighed softly.

The children of the Zhou family like to name weapons after weapons, and the girls are no exception. Cheng Jiaoniang's mother's name is Ge, and she is the fifth in the family. People call her either Wuniang or Ge Niang.

"... Later, after I gave birth to this child, I never saw me again, and my daily correspondence disappeared." The lady continued, with a bit of sadness.

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Chapter completed!