The man was impatient: "Do I need to report my purpose to you?"
Ying Qi's heart was trembling, and he quickly lowered his head: "I don't dare!"
Why did the young master who used to be as gentle as jade seem to have thorns all over him today?
At this moment, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He handed over his hand and left immediately to investigate.
Yan Funing left the house.
Seeing that she finally came out, Caiyu jumped off the bullock cart and took the books and basket: "Girl, why are the people in this yard so mysterious?"
The servant is still very cool.
Yan Funing said: "Firstly, the identity of the owner of the hospital is mysterious, and secondly, he is recuperating here and probably doesn't want too many people to know about it."
Li Xinheng stretched out his hand to help Caiyu carry something: "I'll carry it."
"No need." Caiyu said, carrying the book and the backpack in the same hand, and raising her arm to make it easier for Yan Funing to board the bullock cart.
Li Xinheng retracted his hand, sat in the driving seat, and whipped his whip to drive.
The ox cart traveled for a mile and passed Tong Cheng's blacksmith shop. Yan Funing called Li Xinheng to stop the cart.
Tong Cheng was holding a knife when he looked up and saw Yan Funing walking towards him. He immediately greeted with a smile: "Why are you here, girl?"
Yan Funing saw that the little girl was not there in the shop, so she asked, "Where is Xiaoya?"
"Going to her aunt's house." Tong Cheng smiled, and the hammer hit the hot red iron, making a dull sound of metal touching, "Is the girl here to make daggers again today?"
Yan Funing took out a stack of paper from her sleeve pocket: "What I want needs to be extremely delicate. I wonder if you can do it?"
Tong Cheng inserted the iron tool into the water tank, wiped his hands on the clothes, and then took the paper handed over by Yan Funing.
Yan Funing raised her finger to the size written on the paper: "I have notes on each piece of paper for the specific size."
Tong Cheng frowned: "Girl, let me ask, what are these used for?"
"Practice medicine." Yan Funing only said two words.
When Tong Cheng heard this, he was in awe.
"The girl must have extremely high medical skills. I can tell that the needles on it are silver needles used for medical practice. But these needles are different from the ones I have seen in the medical clinic." He turned over and pointed at a needle. A pattern on a piece of paper asked, "Is this a knife?"
Hearing this, both Li Xinheng and Caiyu stretched their necks curiously to look at the drawing in Tong Cheng's hand.
Yan Funing nodded: "Yes, this is a knife, the specific name is a scalpel."
Tong Cheng continued to read back: "Why is this needle round?"
"For suturing." Yan Funing said calmly, "I just don't know if you can make these tools?"
Tong Cheng patted his chest: "Yes, the girl's drawings are so detailed, I will definitely be able to draw them."
Yan Funing took out five taels of silver: "The silver needles I want are large and small, thin and thick. These five taels of silver should be enough to make them. Any extra will be counted as your wages. As for the materials of various knives, Just like the dagger you hit me with before."
But Tong Cheng only received three taels of silver: "Three taels is enough, we can definitely get these silver needles."
Yan Funing still gave him the remaining two taels of silver: "These utensils are exquisite. Although they don't use a lot of materials, they are time-consuming and labor-intensive. Moreover, I need your promise that you will not give these utensils to others in the future."
Tong Cheng nodded: "Don't worry, girl, when she comes to receive the goods, I will return all these manuscripts!"
Only then did he accept the remaining two taels of silver and put the stack of manuscripts neatly into his arms.
Saying goodbye to Tong Cheng, Yan Funing, Li Xinheng and Caiyu returned to the bullock cart.
After the car had traveled a while, Caiyu finally couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing, girl, with those strange things?"
Li Xinheng rushed to say: "Didn't the girl just say that? She is a medical practitioner."
Caiyu shouted: "I'm asking the girl."
Yan Funing pointed to the books on the car: "These are medical books. I am studying medicine now. Since I am studying medicine, I naturally have to equip myself with silver needles and other equipment."
Caiyu blinked her eyes in admiration: "You are so right to leave the Yan family!" The young lady who left the Yan family not only knew how to cook, but also made money; not only did she know the calligraphy, but she also wrote well. Now studying medicine.
In less than three months, the young lady has changed so much.
Today's young lady is really admirable and liked.
After walking another mile, the three of them returned to the restaurant. - The current county seat and county government office.
Fu Zhengqing found Fu Minghe, pushed the others away, and asked in a deep voice: "Have you found the thugs?"
"Our nursing home, or the county government's police?" Fu Minghe asked in a low voice, "Dad, which one do you think is better?"
Fu Zhengqing glanced at him: "I say you are stupid, but you are really stupid. Whether it is the nursing home or the police who go to take action, isn't it the same as telling Fu Ciyi who is causing trouble?"
When Fu Minghe heard this, he was enlightened: "Dad, I know what to do."
As soon as the words fell, he immediately went out.
Two-quarters of an hour later, in a corner of a teahouse in the west of the city, two people were sitting in a private room discussing in a low voice.
Lu Wenfeng took a sip of tea and asked in a low voice: "Brother Minghe, do you really want to find someone to beat Fu Ciyi?"
Fu Minghe blew the tea foam, then used the lid to flick the tea leaves, and then slowly said: "You have injured four fingers, don't you want to vent your anger?"
"I think about it, of course I do! It's just..." Lu Wenfeng paused, leaned his arm on the table, and put his mouth close to Fu Minghe, "After all, it's my fault that the finger was injured."
He also wanted to take revenge and relieve his hatred, but he never expected that Fu Ciyi was not only talented, but also very sharp-tongued.
First, he couldn't beat him, and second, even if he sued, he wouldn't be able to get any favors, after all, he was in the wrong.
Fu Minghe glanced at him: "We can't fight him openly."
"what do you mean?"
"Find someone and beat him secretly."
Lu Wenfeng glanced outside the door, fearing that someone would come over to eavesdrop. After making sure that there was no one outside, he said, "This is a good idea. In this way, Fu Ciyi doesn't know who is behind the scenes."
Fu Minghe slowly took a sip of tea: "No, you are the mastermind behind this. I am helping you with your ideas."
Lu Wenfeng said gratefully: "Yes, yes, brother Minghe is kind."
Fu Minghe added: "I think it's best to find someone to beat him on the head. It's best to smash a hole in it."
Lu Wenfeng nodded: "I'll hit you on the head, break your hands, whatever." As he said that, he raised the tea cup and said, "I'll offer tea instead of wine to Brother Ming He!"
Fu Minghe raised the tea cup.
The two chatted for a while and then said goodbye to each other.
When they separated at the door of the teahouse, Fu Minghe warned: "You have to find some experts, and you can't say that you are the one behind it."
Lu Wenfeng gave a thumbs up: "Brother Minghe considers everything for me, I'm so grateful!"
"Who among us will follow whom?"
Fu Minghe patted him on the shoulder and strode away.
After boarding the Fu family's carriage, the coachman asked him, "Master, are you going back home now?"
Fu Minghe lifted the curtain, watched the Lu family's carriage go away, and said to the driver: "Go to the county government office."
The coachman said yes, and the carriage sped off.
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Minghe met Fu Zhengqing in the back hall of the county government office.
The matter was handed over to Lu Wenfeng. Based on Lu Wenfeng's hatred for Fu Ciyi, Fu Minghe felt that the matter could be handled well.
The most important thing is that he feels good about himself and should be praised by his father. (End of chapter)