Chapter 455: Meng Bujiu Returns
Chen Hongxia said nothing from beginning to end.
Her eyes were a little dull, as if she was thinking about something.
The town at that time.
In the backyard of the Shen family, Shen Hechi stood outside the woodshed, gritting his teeth in anger.
Originally, he thought his father would kill Duan, but who knew that he would soften his heart and actually send Duan to the farm to be well raised.
It is euphemistically called for Pearl's sake.
She can't be left without a mother.
Upon hearing the news, Shen Hechi's eyes were filled with hatred.
He brought a plate of cakes and handed it to the servant who was guarding Duan.
She stuffed another two taels of silver into his sleeves, raised her chin, and signaled him with her eyes to give the dish to Duan in the woodshed.
The servant was a little scared, but when he saw the silver and thought that Shen Hechi was the only child of the Shen family, he had no choice but to agree.
"Here, eat quickly. You will be going to the manor in a few days. If you don't eat or drink on the way, I'm afraid your body will not be able to bear it. It's okay if you don't want to eat. I don't care. Anyway, if you die on the way to the manor, it won't be my fault."
The servant put the cakes on the ground and walked away.
He didn't even look at Duan.
When Duan was sober, she was smart. If he forced her to eat, she would definitely scream.
The less you urge her.
The more Duan was afraid of his own death.
During the time he was imprisoned, he listened to Shen Zhong's instructions and was given food and water, but he only had one meal in three days, which was not enough to fill him up.
After coming out and closing the door, he leaned over to watch from the crack.
really.
Duan crawled over to the pastries and stuffed them into her mouth one by one.
He choked and rolled his eyes.
The servant looked at Shen Hechi and nodded to him.
Shen Hechi turned around and left.
There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Mother...I made her drink the poison you drank." Only Shen Hechi could hear these words.
His voice was low, like the whisper of a devil.
Time quickly came to the end of October.
Jiang Fubao began to devote herself to the layout of her clinic.
It is expected to open later this year.
The clinic’s signboard has been completed and is named Fu Shan Tang.
In order to match the decoration inside, the words on the sign are not painted red, but black.
The wooden doors are also made of darker wood.
The threshold is low.
Prevent the patient from being unable to lift his legs and step over.
After entering the gate, it is divided into two sides. The right-hand side only occupies one-fifth of the area. It is the place for consultation and medical treatment. Jiang Fubao is going to put a recliner there for the patient to lean on so that she can easily diagnose the pulse.
In the middle is a staircase leading to the second floor.
Next to the stairs is the door to the backyard, which is covered with a light gauze in the summer and replaced with thick cloth to block the wind in the winter.
On the left hand side is a cabinet that takes up half of the wall.
Used to store explosives, countless small drawers are neatly arranged.
The names of the herbs are written in red paint next to the pull ring outside. When the business opens, you can put the herbs in according to the name.
There are many windows on the first floor, four facing south and four facing north towards the courtyard.
The sunlight passed through the window lattice and shone diagonally onto the ground.
The pillar in the middle is made of the finest wood, and you can smell a faint fragrance when you are close to it.
There is a corner counter in front of the medicine cabinet.
When the time comes, you can pay the money and get the medicine here.
Jiang Fubao was thinking about what to buy for the counter.
Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are indispensable, as they are needed for him to prescribe medicine and keep accounts. There is also a beam scale for weighing the medicine, as well as a weight, including oil paper for wrapping the medicine and hemp rope for packing the oil paper.
An abacus must also be prepared.
When you open your business, you should also prepare some small change and copper coins in your drawer so that you can easily make change later.
Opposite the counter, there are five single beds, which were custom-made by Jiang Fubao. They are a bit like the ones placed in modern beauty salons.
Five beds, blocked by a large screen.
As soon as you enter the door, you can see the screen on the left. If you want to pass through, you can only go around the counter, which absolutely guarantees privacy.
In addition, small screens were installed between the five beds.
There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the lobby on the first floor.
There are two small tables on each side of the door, with two empty vases on them. After the New Year, some flowers and plants that have not withered will be put in them.
Easier than growing flowers.
Just pick some from the roadside, even with willow branches inserted, it still looks beautiful.
The vase is pure white, simple but versatile.
When I arrived at the backyard, there were only two words that caught my eye.
Spacious.
The layout of the clinic has changed drastically.
Otherwise it wouldn’t have taken so long to repair.
On the left are the kitchen and medicine decoction room, and on the right are three rooms for women to receive medical treatment and recuperate.
The toilets are on the left and right sides of the back door, left for men and right for women. From now on, everyone goes to the toilet separately so you will never bump into each other.
There was a wooden board hanging outside with the words male and female written on it to distinguish them.
Because there are so many things to buy.
Jiang Fubao simply wrote them down one by one with pen and paper.
Leaving the backyard, she went back to the front and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Unlike the first floor, the second floor is not divided into left and right sides.
Instead, it is divided into front and back. The front has a good view, and the balcony outside the window can see the street view, so three private rooms have been built.
At the back is the lobby.
The windows faced north and there were seven tables with stools placed upside down on them.
The wooden floor was mopped clean.
When the craftsmen finished laying the floor, Jiang Fubao had someone apply oil on it, so the ground looks a little reflective, but the texture looks very good.
The private room is neither big nor small. In addition to tables and chairs, there is also a wooden sofa.
It was also custom-made by Jiang Fubao.
Each private room has a balcony.
If you want to dine here, you must meet a minimum consumption requirement.
The lobby is casual.
Even if you just order a bowl of noodles, it's fine.
Just when Jiang Fubao was thinking about what to add to the second floor.
She heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Fubao~" The moment she raised her head, the voice also reached her ears.
"Brother Bujiu!! You're back!" Jiang Fubao was surprised and happy.
She threw the paper and pen in her hand onto the table and ran quickly towards Meng Bujiu.
I haven't seen you for a long time. Brother Bujiu has lost a lot of weight and seems to have matured suddenly.
Obviously in modern times, at the age of seventeen, he is just a high school student.
Not even an adult.
"Fubao, did you miss me? I went to your house just now and the doorman said you were here, so I came to look for you and sure enough, you were here."
Meng Bujiu opened his arms out of habit, but remembered that Jiang Fubao was already eight years old.
He quickly lowered his arms.
Change to patting the head.
"Of course I do. Brother Bujiu has been gone for a long time. It's almost November now." Jiang Fubao watched Meng Bujiu grow up. Although she called him brother, she actually treated Meng Bujiu as her younger brother.
After all, he is a godparent.
Compared to my own brother, he is no different.
They are all her relatives.
"Brother misses Fubao too. Look, what I brought back for you." After Meng Bujiu said this, Lingshan walked up from downstairs with interest and handed the oil paper package in his hand to his young master.