Lamp Flower Smile

After a night of rain, the sun shines brightly.

Du Changqing rested at home for a few days and finally recovered from the cold. He changed into a spring robe early in the morning. When he and Acheng arrived at the hospital, they saw Yin Zheng placing many flowers behind the table at the door.

The flower is a pomegranate flower, which blooms thinly and brightly. The fire color of the clumps is like the first burning of red silk, and it is like red paper cut into pieces and reflected in the lush green. The deep red and rich green are particularly delicate and beautiful.

Among the pomegranate flowers, there are also many palm-sized white porcelain jars dotted with pink paper stickers, like pink jade hidden among the flowers, exquisite and cute.

Du Changqing picked up a jar and asked Yin Zheng: "Why are there so many rouge and gouache?"

"It's not rouge." Yin Zheng hung the calligraphy and painting on the wall, "It's the new medicine made by the girl."

After the calligraphy and painting hanging behind the "Chun Shui Sheng" was torn away by the people from the medicine shop last time, the wall has been empty. With the Yin Zheng calligraphy and painting hanging up, the shop looks a little more unique.

Du Changqing came forward and read: "The graceful Yan Ji is fifteen years old. She is used to dragging her long train and not taking slender steps. When everyone looks at her, the color of the world is like dust."

"A tree is blooming with flowers, except for nature, and I am speechless. Wu Niang praises her dancing skills in front of her, but unfortunately she is always mistaken for her waist."

After reading, Du Changqing raised his head in confusion: "What is this?"

Lu Yan opened the felt curtain and came out, put the porcelain jar in his hand back, and said, "This is 'Xianxian'."

"Xianxian?"

"It's getting hot," Lu said, "Nowadays, women's clothes are getting thinner, and they may want to look slim. This herbal tea is used to adjust the balance of yin and yang, coordinate the internal organs, dredge the meridians, circulate qi and blood, and help women lighten their bodies. It has good effects on strengthening the spleen.”

Yin Zheng smiled and said: "Anyway, as summer comes, the number of people who are worried about nasal congestion has greatly reduced. Even if the herbal medicine store does not take back Chun Shuisheng, the sales will not be as good as before. It is better to take advantage of the situation and sell new medicinal teas. . I see that all the women in Shengjing are beautiful, and I think they pay special attention to appearance. This herbal tea will definitely sell well."

"Slimming?" Du Changqing was a little doubtful, "It's not that women's slimming medicinal tea has never been sold in Shengjing Pharmacy, and I haven't heard of any effective results. Miss Lu, I asked you to make a new medicine, how do you do this?" He glanced at the flowers. He picked up the porcelain jar and murmured in a low voice: "It's so fancy, it's not a waste of money."

Yin Zheng said angrily: "Shopkeeper Du, why don't you trust girls? Those who are willing to buy this 'Slim' must have high requirements for beauty. You can't just find a tin can and put it in it. Who would want to buy it!"

Just as he was talking, the silk shoe shop next door also opened, and Mrs. Song greeted Yin Zheng inside: "Miss Yin Zheng, Doctor Lu, have you tasted the herring yesterday?"

Yin Zheng ignored the quarrel with Du Changqing and responded with a smile: "I tasted it. It's very fresh. The girl and I both ate a lot. Thank you Mrs. Song."

Sister-in-law Song also laughed, waving her hands while smiling: "They are all from the same street, what kind words can I say?" In a blink of an eye, she saw the porcelain jars stacked on the table at the entrance of Renxin Medical Center, and said in surprise: "Chun Shui Sheng has begun again. Have you sold it? Why does this jar look different from before?"

Yin Zheng replied: "This is not the product of spring water. This is the herbal tea 'Xianxian' newly made by my girl. Women can use this herbal tea to replenish their Qi and slim down their body. After drinking it for many days, their face will look like a peach blossom and their body will be light." She He glanced at Sister-in-law Song and asked casually: "Sister-in-law, why don't you buy two cans and go back and try them?"

Sister-in-law Song touched her face and smiled to herself: "Why did I buy this? I'm a lot of age. I can hold on to my weight. If I really want to lose weight, why don't I have a few more folds to hinder myself? Be fatter. "You should be fatter," she patted her chest, "and be fatter and stronger, otherwise you won't have the strength to work?" After that, she got into the shop and greeted the customers.

Du Changqing stood behind Yin Zheng, watching the conversation between the two with cold eyes, and sneered: "I'll just say it."

Lu Yan lowered his eyes and continued to place the jars on the table and cabinet.

Du Changqing came closer and sincerely suggested: "Doctor Lu, I am not pouring cold water on you. This herbal tea of ​​yours is not as popular as Chun Shuisheng. How about changing it to something else?"

"No change."

Du Changqing stared at her for a long time, but Lu Zhu remained unmoved. After a while, Du Changqing said angrily: "Stubborn!"

…

Regardless of whether Lu Yan was stubborn or not, Renxin Medical Center's "Xianxian" had already been put up for sale.

When it was almost time to turn on the lamp, the silk shoe shop opposite was closed. Mrs. Song came out of the shop and went to the temple entrance in the east of the city.

Dai Ji's butcher shop has been doing very well next to the fresh fish shop at the temple entrance in the east of the city. Dai Sanlang, the butcher, inherited his father's business and has been selling pork here for more than ten years. His pork is fresh, the price is fair, there is never any shortage, and the meat is well chopped. Women from the neighborhood often buy meat from him.

Mrs. Song arrived at the butcher shop. It was almost evening and there was only a little bone-in minced meat left in the shop. Dai Sanlang was clearing the chopping boards and was about to close the stall.

Mrs. Song's favorite time to buy meat is when the stall is about to close, and the price is nearly half cheaper than buying it in the morning.

"Sanlang," Mrs. Song said knowingly, "It's still the same as before."

Dai Sanlang said "hmm", took the minced meat from the wooden table and wrapped it in oilcloth.

His brows were furrowed, and his figure was like a bloated hill. Due to the hot summer weather, sweat rolled down his forehead, leaving a layer of dampness on his strained thin shirt. At a glance, he looked like a huge sauce-colored Yuanxiao that had just come out of the pot.

"Sanlang," Mrs. Song couldn't help but ask, "Have you gained some weight recently?"

Dai Sanlang said nothing.

"You can't do this," Sister-in-law Song said, "You eat meat all day long, and the heavier you are, the heavier you are. It's not an option. If you want to talk about this," she leaned closer, "when can you get married?"

Dai Sanlang paused in clearing up the chopping board, his face flushed a little.

Butcher Dai had been interested in Widow Sun from a rice shop on West Street for a long time. However, Widow Sun was very pretty and chose a man based on his face rather than money or ability. Dai Sanlang is far from "handsome and brave", so even now he has not been able to catch Widow Sun's eyes, and can only secretly feel sad.

Seeing this honest man's dejected look, Mrs. Song wanted to comfort her, but suddenly her heart moved and she said, "Speaking of which, Dr. Lu from Renxin Medical Center just released a new medicine today, which he said can help people lose weight. .”

Dai Sanlang was stunned: "New medicine?"

"Yes, the herbal tea for nasal congestion that Doctor Lu made earlier is working. Why don't you try it? It's a bit expensive, so it may not be effective." Mrs. Song also said it casually, but she never thought about it. Dai Sanlang really knows how to buy it. First of all, this new medicine is very expensive. A jar costs five taels of silver. Who would buy this just to lose weight? Secondly, I have never heard of any man who loves beauty and beauty.

Mrs. Song finished picking up the remaining meat and left. Dai Sanlang closed the shop and instead of going home immediately as usual, he stood in front of the door and thought for a while, then walked towards West Street.

West Street is not far from the entrance of the temple in the east of the city. The summer days are long and it gets dark later. When Dai Sanlang arrived at Renxin Medical Center, it was almost dark. Except for the lights in front of the shops selling food, most small shops The shops are all closed.

Du Changqing and Acheng were just about to go out when they saw a tall, fat man walking towards them. The man had two bone-cutting knives mixed with grease on his waist, and his face was shaking wildly as he walked, which was quite scary.

Du Changqing was startled, mustered up the courage to block the door, and said, "What are you doing?"

Dai Sanlang raised his eyes and looked at him. Du Changqing looked at him calmly. After a while, Dai Sanlang looked away and said furtively: "I want to buy medicine."

"Buying medicine? What medicine should I buy?" Du Changqing was confused.

"That's the one..." The fat man seemed a little embarrassed to speak, hesitatingly said: "The one who can slim down and lighten the body..."

"What is it? Say it louder!"

Lu Zhuo came over from behind Du Changqing, put the oil lamp on the table, and said, "What you want to buy is 'Xianxian'."

The light flickered slightly, illuminating Dai Sanlang's face and the large drops of sweat on his forehead due to nervousness. He nodded coyly and whispered "Yeah" in a low voice.

Du Changqing looked at Lu Yu in astonishment.

Lu Yan took out a white porcelain bottle from the medicine cabinet behind him and said, "A bottle costs five taels of silver, and it lasts about half a month. How much do you want?"

The price was not cheap for Dai Sanlang, who made a living selling pork, but he just swallowed and said, "Buy two bottles first."

Lu Tong handed over two bottles of "Xianxian": "Take three times a day, decoct on time." After a pause, she asked Dai Sanlang again, "Can you read?"

Dai Sanlang shook his head.

"Then let me tell you, listen. There are taboos when taking medicine. Don't take it at will, otherwise it will not be effective." Lu Zhuo explained the taboos to him in detail, and after saying it three times in a row, Dai Sanlang nodded to express that he had remembered it. He didn't like to talk. After buying the medicine, he took the medicine and left.

Du Changqing looked at Dai Sanlang's stocky back and muttered to himself with some confusion: "I never expected that the person who bought your herbal tea was actually a butcher."

He thought that the first guest might be a slender young girl, or a well-rounded lady, but he never expected that he turned out to be a pig butcher.

Dai Sanlang carefully placed the medicine jar with pink paper on his waist. When it was set against his oily butcher knife, it was really indescribable.

Du Changqing murmured: "Why would a butcher want to be slim?"

Yin Zheng followed his gaze and sneered: "Why not? I only want women to be slim, but I am so tolerant of men. I look at this butcher brother better than most men in Shengjing. At least I understand that my appearance is not good and I know how to save it."

"If you ask me, those men in Shengjing should learn from others and take care of themselves, so that when we women walk on the street, all we see are ugly men with big bellies at a young age, but we still think that we are handsome young men. It’s really off-putting.”

Du Changqing was speechless: "How could you ever hear such nonsense? Of course a man can't just look at his appearance."

"If you don't care about appearance, why does Shopkeeper Du change his clothes and apply perfume all the time?" Yinzheng deliberately tried to discredit him, "Besides, I don't see many talented men on Shengjing Street. They are good-looking and... If you have outstanding knowledge, you must share the same."

"I can't tell you, I won't tell you." Du Changqing turned to Lu Shen, "But Dr. Lu, is your medicine really effective? He won't drink it for a while and he will still act like this. In a rage, he will chop you and me with a knife." ." He added: "Let me say it first, I can't beat him."

Lu Yan lowered his eyes: "As long as he wants it, he can get what he wants."

"What's the meaning?"

Lu Yan didn't speak. After a while, she spoke: "It's very effective for him."

…

The days always pass quickly.

When climbing in midsummer, Shunyang is on top, and the fifth day of May is Duanyang.

Fresh mugwort and calamus were hung on the walls of every shop on West Street to ward off evil spirits. Mr. Song’s wife bought realgar wine, and Song’s sister picked rice dumpling leaves, planning to celebrate the festival together at home.

Little sister Song called Sister Song in the kitchen: "Mom, there is no bacon at home."

Mrs. Song responded loudly and said, "Just leave it, I'll go out and buy it."

Bacon meat is also put in the rice dumplings, but Dai Sanlang, the pork seller, went back to his hometown a month ago. He said that his mother occasionally caught a cold and went home to take care of her illness, so Mrs. Song could only buy meat from other butcher shops, buying and selling. I always feel that it is not as good as Dai Ji’s pork. It's getting dark early today, so I thought I'd go and see if Dai Kee was open.

As soon as I went out, I met a woman carrying a bamboo basket.

This woman is about thirty years old. She wears an aqua-green embroidered gold-blue satin collared gown, and a snow-white pleated skirt underneath. She combs her hair like a woman, has a fair complexion, and has two gold pendants dangling slightly from her ears. Beautiful, but quite charming.

Sister-in-law Song stopped and shouted: "Sister Sun!"

This woman is Widow Sun.

Widow Sun was also a strange person. She was originally the daughter of the owner of a rice shop on West Street. When she was eighteen, she married a small official in Shengjing. Unexpectedly, her husband died of illness a few years later. Before his death, her husband doted on her in every possible way. Her name was written on all the deeds in the farm and shop. Her husband's parents-in-law were no longer there, leaving behind several houses and several boxes of gold and silver jewelry.

Widow Sun returned to West Street with the money left by her husband and her youngest daughter. She had money and was not a bad person, so many people had come to take advantage of her over the years. However, she sent all the matchmakers she sent back. The reason was that Widow Sun didn't care about money or talent, but only liked handsome men.

A matchmaker came to visit, and Widow Sun also invited people to sit down and have tea. She turned around and said, "Nothing else is needed, as long as the characters are in order."

The characters are neat and tidy, which sounds simple, but people's perspectives are very different. The "tidy" in Widow Sun's mouth is probably far from the "tidy" in the eyes of the matchmaker. In the eyes of a matchmaker, "Qi Zheng" is probably a man with eyes and a nose, but Widow Sun obviously doesn't think so. So several years passed, and not a single one caught my eye.

As for those young people who came here just to make a living, she thought they were too rosy and had a childlike air. If she found someone who was older and looked reliable at first glance, she would say that they looked a bit rough and didn't even wear a sachet, so they were not good enough for her at first glance.

A few years earlier, Widow Sun had fallen in love with Du Changqing, but Du Changqing refused to be her son-in-law and politely declined, so the marriage was abandoned.

"Sister Sun, you're up so early." Mrs. Song greeted her warmly.

Widow Sun smiled and nodded to Mrs. Song. She moved her Dankou-coated fingers forward slightly and said in a delicate voice: "Buy some meat-wrapped rice dumplings."

Sister-in-law Song shook her head and said, no wonder Widow Sun coaxed her husband, who died early, to write her name on all the land deeds, let alone men. As soon as she heard this delicate voice, she, a woman, could not bear it. Half of the bones were crispy.

Sister-in-law Song looked at Widow Sun's carefully matched dress, and thought about Dai Sanlang's bloated body that smelled of oil. She couldn't help but think to herself that although Dai Sanlang was a good man, there were indeed some toads that he wanted to eat. The swan is meat.

The two of them walked together to the temple entrance in the east of the city. Sister Song was a warm-hearted person with a quick tongue. She made Widow Sun laugh so hard along the way. When the two of them reached the entrance of the temple, they saw Mrs. Song approaching the alley from a distance. The door of the small shop at the entrance was wide open, and someone was standing inside chopping bones.

"Hey, Sanlang is back." Sister-in-law Song was happy when she saw this. Dai Sanlang is back and she can finally buy good pork today. She thought of Widow Sun next to her again, and hurriedly poked the other person's arm, and asked: "Why don't you buy some too? He gives you more meat than us every time."

"Disgusting! What nonsense are you talking about?" Widow Sun pushed Sister Song and said angrily, "Don't bully others for their kindness."

Sister-in-law Song nodded: "Sanlang is indeed kind and a good person."

"It just looks a little rough." Widow Sun sighed.

"That's true," Sister-in-law Song agreed, "If he looked better...hey, isn't this Saburo?"

It was already near Dai Ji's door. It was early morning. The summer sun rose early. In the middle of the morning, a strange man was standing in front of the desk.

This man was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. Because of the hot weather, he only wore a white cloth gown, revealing his wheat-colored skin. But seeing that the exposed arms are strong and strong, and looking up, this man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight facial features, and a slightly tough outline. He is not as handsome as those young masters, but he has a wild and rough look.

He waved the long bone-cutting knife in his hand, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, down his neck and into the collar of his coat. It was moist and shiny, and inexplicably made people feel like a mist-colored fire was rising in their hearts.

Sister-in-law Song stared at this person, feeling in her heart that the summer heat was really intense. Otherwise, how could she feel that her face and heart were burning at this moment even though she was wearing a cool shirt?

Widow Sun stared at the man for a long time. It wasn't until the man's bone-cutting knife stopped and he looked this way that Widow Sun came back to her senses.

The sun was silent, and early cicadas were chirping in the distance. Widow Sun paused. Shi Shiran picked up a strand of long hair hanging down by her ears, tucked it behind her ears, and walked towards the man in a graceful manner until she was right in front of him. , she raised her head, smiled at him and asked: "This handsome young man looks very nice. I have never seen you here before. Who are you from Brother Dai's family?"

"I..." The man didn't seem to expect that Widow Sun would take the initiative to talk to him. He was a little dazed for a moment, staring straight at the other person's face without speaking, as if he was stunned.

Widow Sun felt proud. She saw that this man's face was getting redder and redder, like a cooked red shrimp. If he kept teasing him any longer, he would probably run away. Then she couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm looking at you and Dai." There are some similarities between the eldest brother's features and eyes. Are you related to him? Are you brothers or nephews? Why haven't you heard him mention you before? "

The man's face turned redder, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally said: "...Miss Sun, I am Dai Sanlang."

The smile on the pretty widow's face froze.

Sister Song's high-pitched voice resounded throughout the east temple entrance of the city.

"Dai Sanlang? Are you Dai Sanlang?!"

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