Chapter 472

These restaurants and restaurants are more than medicine shops, and they need more things. They come and go. In these days, xiaoyuezhai has made thousands of liang of silver, and Rongxiu has extracted more than 200 taels of silver. All the money spent before has been earned back.

At this moment, Lu Qixuan really admired Rong embroidery. He regretted that he should not have asked Rong Xiu for the 100 Liang silver on that day. How to go now? Rong embroidery treats him in business. He never raises his morale. He is even more worried. What is the easy way for Rong embroidery to earn money? He never tells him.

In these days alone, xiaoyuezhai has made more money than Linfeng bookstore. If Linfeng publishing house had not printed all the books of sages and sages every day, I'm afraid it would not have been able to survive these days. The so-called "not suffering from poverty but suffering from inequality". In the past few days, the amount of money earned each month was almost the same, but in these days, it is quite different.

Rong Xiu didn't care about these things, but she thought that she would hire three or two more clerks. If there were more people, the medicated food shop would not be too busy.

With two hundred taels of silver in her hand, Rongxiu took out another fifty taels of silver and set down a small back hall. She asked manager Meng to invite someone to come over and repair the kitchen and the back hall again.

The most important thing is to be a clerk. However, in Linzhou City, the price is not low, so Rong embroidery has to give up for the time being.

The reason why she didn't use other people was that she had some other thoughts. Although the spirit of Yibao tower was suppressed, it was hard to guarantee that they didn't want to deal with themselves by any means, and the guy was the easiest to change his mind.

Every evening, Rong embroidery goes to the outskirts of the city to buy food. She comes and goes, and is familiar with the people in the suburbs.

Everyone has heard that yibaolou has no mind to manage them now, so they can make a good living.

The more affluent the day was, the more grateful they were to Rongxiu. On this day, as soon as Rongxiu came to the outskirts of the city, she felt that something was wrong today. The village was not far from Linzhou City, but there were many beggars on the street. What these beggars said was not Linzhou dialect, but it seemed to come from other places.

Rongxiu asked about it one by one. It never occurred to me that these people actually came from Jiangcheng, a small town on the upper reaches of the river, which is rich and rich with rich fish and rice. In addition, the local silkworm rearing and silk reeling, and only the silk that is paid tribute every year is a large sum of money.

It seems strange that there are so many beggars from Jiangcheng outside Linzhou.

Rong Xiu thought of the beggar who came to the medicine shop that day and said it was the drought in Jiangcheng. Now it seems that what she said is true. Although these beggars are dressed in rags, they are clean. I think they should not be so down-to-earth originally. The people nearby saw these beggars and drove them away with displeasure.

These people are not so much beggars, not to say that they are refugees. Rongxiu looks at them, and some of them beg for food with their families, which makes people feel more sad.

"Rong Xiu lady, it's not that we don't reason. Look at these people. Since they came, our chickens and ducks have not laid eggs. They are depressed day by day. I'm afraid we will not be able to do so."

One side of the aunt took Rong Xiu's hand, quite a bit indignant: "you say, what are these people?"

Rong Xiu came back to her senses and said, "Auntie, did you just say that the chickens and ducks at home are no longer there?"

"This It's not impossible. It's OK to kill and eat meat. " The woman said with a smile: "Rong xiuniang, don't be too thoughtful."

"I don't mean it..." Rong Xiu looked at the beggars coming and going in the street. When she looked at them carefully, she could not help getting cold. Many of these people were sick and rolled up on straw mats and shivered at the corner of the street.

Looking at this, these people are only afraid that they have a bad life. Rongxiu frowns slightly and goes to a beggar. The beggar shivered for a moment, and then saw that Rong Xiu looked very kind, so he didn't dodge any more.

"How long have you had these rashes?" Rong Xiu put her finger on the man's wrist.

The man naturally felt extremely itchy. He kept scratching: "it's only a few days..." I'm afraid it's not good these days. Rong Xiu recognized it at a glance. This sore is like corn, and it's a little red all around.

This kind of disease, as long as you take good care of your hands and feet and don't touch them at will, will get better. But at present, the beggar doesn't know that he is suffering from sores and keeps scratching.

Let the whole surface of the sore begin to fester, and yellow pus will flow out. Where the pus flows, new abscesses will be born. If this goes on like this, it will cause the whole body to fester and die.

However, the beggar had only been ill for a few days and was still rescued. Where the woman on the side dared to get close to this place, she stood a little farther away and cried to Rong Xiu: "Lady Rong Xiu, what's the matter with this disease?"

"Auntie, call all the beggars here first, and I will diagnose them one by one."

Rong Xiu's face suddenly became chilly. This person's pulse is the image of moistening and slippery, and he must be rescued as soon as possible. The aunt did not dare to neglect, and soon called all the beggars in the whole village.

These people used to have their own business in Jiangcheng. They have become beggars only recently. But when they have something to do, they can't wait to get together. Therefore, they do a lot of work in the town.Seeing that the people had almost reached it, Rong Xiu raised one's wrist and said, "any one of you has this kind of thing on you. Stand up immediately."

Such a question, where anyone dares to stand out, we look at each other, as if they do not know the same. Rong Xiu frowned tightly and said in a cold voice, "if you don't come out again, it's none of my business to die."

On hearing that they would die, these people even though they did not want to come out, but also slowly stood out, for a time, there were more than ten people. But listen to the crowd, a child crying, Rongxiu quickly raised her eyes to see, it turned out to be a village child, named Gouwa, the dog baby cry voice is too loud, for a moment, everyone looked at the past.

Gowardesh's mother, is a wild woman, she severely knocked gowardesh's hand: "cry what cry, don't go home soon!"

The woman pushed the gowardesh back, but Rongxiu suddenly saw that Gouwa's small face had a sore the size of millet.

"Hold on!" Rong embroidery step forward, stopped the woman and gowardesh: "gowardesh, you come here, let me have a good look."

The woman was in a hurry and pushed the Rong embroidery: "what are you going to do? I'm a poor baby. I'm young. What do you scare him to do?"

When the situation was bad, the woman even wanted to throw herself and roll. She held the hand of Rong Xiu, but she didn't let go.