Everyone knows that Fengjing values power and influence, and Changyan was prepared to be turned away at the door.
But seeing Wen Zhiyun blame his own lack of medical skills for the mistake, he was still a little worried. "Fourth brother, it's not your fault. We are powerless, without any relatives or friends."
Medical skills are a matter of ability. It is generous of senior doctors to teach, but it is also normal if they are unwilling.
"I was so lucky to meet Dr. Wu," Wen Zhiyun murmured, hugging the small medicine box in her arms even tighter.
The two brothers walked side by side, the setting sun casting long shadows of them.
As the light faded and darkness quietly descended, the three siblings met at the entrance of the second courtyard.
"Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother!"
Just moments ago, Jiang Sheng had been pretending to be mature, but now she was lively and mischievous again, rushing to her brothers and saying, "Where have you been? I just found a land deed, it's so expensive, probably no less than a thousand taels of silver, but I put it down, I didn't want it."
She gestured wildly.
Wen Zhiyun unconsciously straightened his posture, adopting the air of an older brother, "You can't just pick up other people's things, or you'll end up in the government office."
Jiang Sheng nodded obediently, "I put the big rock on it for him, we don't want anyone else's."
They both laughed at the same time, and all their worries vanished.
Only Changyan rubbed his chin and murmured, "A four-courtyard house in the Imperial Academy would cost more than a thousand taels of silver; it would probably cost seven or eight thousand taels."
If the garden is well-planned and the house is well-laid out, eight or nine thousand taels would be enough.
While both are adjectives referring to a thousand taels, one thousand taels and eight or nine thousand taels are two completely different numbers.
Jiang Sheng ultimately suffered from a lack of experience and an inaccurate assessment of wealth.
But so what?
Whether it's a thousand taels or eight or nine thousand taels, who cares about the Jiang family's things?
Changyan took his sister's hand and said, "In the future, when your brothers earn money, they can buy Jiang Sheng a four-courtyard house, as many as they want."
“Yes, yes.” Wen Zhiyun took out two silver notes from his pocket. “This is the clinic’s surplus from last month.”
Congratulations! Wen's Medical Clinic is finally out of the red and has started to make money.
Jiang Sheng happily tucked the silver notes into her bosom, then took her brother's hand, "Come on, let's go home and eat meat."
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