The scarred man stumbled along following the old woman in front of him. He was sweating and staggered with every step.
The dead branches on the roadside scratched his skin, and tiny beads of blood remained on the scars, but he was unaware and just followed the light in front of him.
He had his own name, Zhao Er. His family was illiterate and had no money to find a teacher to give him a name, so they named him Xing Er.
Before he got into this business, he was just a small gangster. His family had little land and many brothers. Except for the eldest brother, the rest had to make a living on their own.
Zhao Er worked as an apprentice carpenter, but his master either beat or scolded him. He slept next to the haystack in his master's house and ate leftovers that could not fill his stomach. He became so thin that only a bag of bones was left. He studied for four years and worked for his master's family for four years, but still did not learn any skills.
The master would not let him get close to watch while he was working, let alone teach him.
So Zhao Er took advantage of the fact that his master was out working and his master's wife took the children to the temple and ran away by himself.
He didn't dare go home, for fear of being beaten and scolded by his parents, and also afraid that his older brother would dislike him, so he stayed in the town and followed a group of boys to steal and rob.
Until Brother Zheng gave him a hand. At first they just took some small jobs, helping people in the town transport some things to nearby towns.
After he had some money, Brother Zheng bought an ox cart, which he used not only to transport goods but also people.
After working for a few years, they became somewhat famous in the local area. Brother Zheng discussed with them about opening a security company and hiring more people. Nowadays, there were bandits on every mountain top, so it was okay to give some cheap things to ordinary people. The bandits would not make things difficult for poor people like them and would only charge them some money for the passage.
But there was also conflict, as Zhao Er's face was scratched at that time.
But at least he saved his life. If he had been escorting something valuable, the bandits would not have been so easy to deal with.
As a result, just as the escort agency was opened, a big business came to them. They didn't know the other party's identity and had never even met him. The man only let his servants negotiate the business with them. He offered a sky-high price of two thousand taels and asked them to go to the north to pick up a noble man.
The brothers had never seen so much money in their lives, let alone two thousand taels, they had never even seen two hundred taels.
Brother Zheng discussed it with his brothers, and dozens of tall and strong young men all thought that this job could be done.
Zhao Er thought that after finishing this job and getting his share of the money, he would no longer work in this business. He would go home, buy a piece of land, build a house, marry a wife, and live a stable life in the future.
But when they arrived in the north, they found out that the refugees had either fled to the pass where the north and the south met, and the soldiers stationed at the pass did not dare to let them go directly to the south. The two sides were in a stalemate, and the refugees died of hunger and disease. The relief grain from the court had not yet arrived, and a plague had already broken out at the pass.
They could only avoid people, but fortunately they had the documents given by that person, so they were able to pass the pass.
Zhao Er just wants to make money, he doesn't want to lose his life.
He didn't care which god this was, as long as he could save his life, he would be the best god in the world. He would erect a statue for the god when he returned and worship it every day. Not only him, but also his descendants and grandchildren would worship it.
The old woman in front walked at a leisurely pace. Zhao Erqiang endured the hunger and thirst and chased after her without lag behind.
The new sun rises and the sunlight shines on the earth again.
Zhao Er finally took the last step and came to the huge building illuminated by sunlight.
The building in front of me looked like a square box, with a transparent door open, reflecting the dazzling light. On the steps stood several people in strange clothes, all of them had shaved heads, and their eight bald heads were shining.
Zhao Er fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face and pounding the ground with his fists.
He won't die! He can survive!
Cao'er's mother raised her chin towards Wu Yan.
After a period of nursing, the new employees' conditions have improved a lot. Although they are still dark and thin, they can have enough white rice and meat every day, and they have regained a lot of strength.
Not to mention that they believe that they are rescued by immortals. Even if they cannot practice and become immortals by following the immortals in the future, they are still better than mortals.
In short, they feel that they have been reborn and are no longer ordinary people.
There was a hint of compassion in the eyes when they looked at Zhao Er and his group.
Wu Yan was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, which he had snatched with his quick eyes and hands. There was a complex and brightly colored print in the middle.
Even nobles may not be able to wear such bright colors.
The most popular colors for short-sleeved shirts are either blue or bright red, while the least popular colors are black, white and gray.
First, the color is easy to obtain, and second, they always feel it is unlucky.
All the security guards who came out to greet guests wore raincoats. Although it was stuffy, the novelty outweighed the boredom for them.
This dress is so light, like a handful of floating gauze, and so easy to be damaged. If you use a little more force, it will tear a hole in it.
They couldn't even figure out how such clothes were made.
No one except gods can have such means.
It must be that an immortal gathered fog into cloth and cut it with his own hands!
Anything they couldn't understand was caused by immortal magic.
Because they were guests, they did not need to shave their heads, but they had to cover all their hair without any gaps showing.
Wu Yan handed Zhao Er a disposable shower cap and said in unstandard Mandarin: "Use this to wrap your hair. The immortals said that mortals are dirty and should not bring dirty things in."
The last two sentences are purely his own interpretation. Immortals don't want to see fleas, which is naturally because immortals like cleanliness. Since immortals like cleanliness, they must think that mortals are dirty.
Zhao Er dared not disobey, but he had never seen anything like it before, and he did not dare to reach out and touch it. He only said cautiously: "I dare not touch it..."
Wu Yan thought for a moment and said, "Then pick up your hair and I'll put it on for you."
Brother Zheng, carrying the sick child on his back, hurried over. He was out of breath. As soon as he arrived, he couldn't wait to put the sick child on the ground. Without even looking at his brothers, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards the immortal's "cave".
"The Immortal Cave is indeed extraordinary!" Zheng Ge's face flushed. He pointed at the supermarket sign and asked Bingyangzi, "Can you recognize what this word is?"
The sickly man sat on the ground, looking up at the sign, and said in confusion: "It seems like I recognize it, but it also seems like I don't recognize it."
The words on the sign seemed to be missing some limbs, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Brother Zheng touched the back of his head. His forehead was bleeding, but he didn't care. He smiled and said, "It's normal that you don't recognize the words used by immortals."
Wu Yan and the others put shower caps on Zhao Er and the others. After making sure they were tightly covered, they looked at Cao'er's mother.
Although they had never worked for the woman, who told them that the immortal valued Cao'er Niang? They didn't want to be driven away, so being ordered around by the woman didn't seem to be a big deal.
Cao'er's mother was a little proud. She was a person who loved to take charge of things. When she was at home, she took care of the whole family. Now that she came here, she could be valued by the immortal. She had to work hard to let the immortal know that she was the most sincere.
If the immortal asked her to jump off the cliff at this moment, she would dare to jump with her eyes closed!
Ye Zhou had quietly slipped into the supermarket through the back door.
In order to maintain his character, he only told Cao'er Niang and others that if they wanted things in the supermarket, they had to exchange them for something else.
Cao'er's mother had no objection.
As for incense, of course it is necessary.
"The immortal is merciful. You can pick whatever you want." Cao'er's mother said as if it was a matter of course, "But the things are not given for free."
Zhao Er and his companions were stunned. They didn't have much stuff left. When they entered the city before, they went to a wealthy family to buy dry food, but the price was too high and they had no choice but to buy it, so they had very little money left.
Cao'er's mother said with a smile: "The immortal doesn't want anything yellow or white. Just give me whatever you have."
"What the immortal wants is sincerity, not money."
Zhao Er kept saying, "Sincerely! I am sincere!"
He rummaged in his pocket and took out a silver hairpin. The material was not very good, but the craftsman had great skills and it was made very beautifully.
"Fairy! Look!" He opened his mouth and showed an exaggerated smile of flattery, "I am sincere!"
Brother Zheng searched for a long time and only took out a dagger, which was the most valuable thing on him.
But he couldn't give the dagger away, otherwise what would he do on the way back?
"Ms. Li, come in." A male voice suddenly came from the supermarket.
Zhao Er and his companions were shocked.
Immortal!
This must be the voice of an immortal!
Zhao Er watched Li walk in. He stretched his neck, wanting to see what the immortal looked like and whether he had three heads and six arms.
But he looked and looked, but still could not see the appearance of the immortal, he only saw the old woman come back.
"The immortal asks what's wrong with you." Cao'er's mother walked up to the sick child.
She looked at the sickly man, who was pale but elegantly dressed. In the past, she would not even be the dirt under his feet. But now, she could look down on him.
Fate keeps turning, and no one can tell exactly what happens.
The sickly man coughed twice, and a strange light burst out from his eyes: "To be honest with you, Fairy, the doctor said I have tuberculosis."
Cao'er's mother was startled, but she held back and did not step back.
Isn't it just tuberculosis? Now that there is an immortal, she is not afraid!
"Wait a minute, I will report back to the Immortal."
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"Tuberculosis?" Ye Zhou frowned.
Although his knowledge of history was average, he knew that consumption in ancient times referred to pulmonary tuberculosis.
For a long time, both China and the West believed that tuberculosis was a terminal illness until the discovery of anti-tuberculosis drugs and mycobacterium serotypes.
He opened the emergency medicine box and took out a box of penicillin: "The patient cannot enter the supermarket, let him go to the security room to rest, you give him this medicine."
"Oh, and you have to tell him that this medicine may cure him, or it may kill him. Explain it to him clearly. It's up to him whether he takes it or not."
Ye Zhou followed the instructions on the box and told Cao'er's mother how many meals a day and how many pills to eat per meal before letting her leave.
There are no conditions for skin test now, and he doesn’t know whether the other person is allergic to penicillin.
If it's an allergic reaction, he won't be able to rescue the patient and can probably just let him die.
Ye Zhou once heard from his father that tuberculosis is a "poverty disease." It doesn't mean that people who get the disease are necessarily poor, but rather that they eat poorly, have poor health, and weak immunity.
Ye Zhou’s college classmate had this disease. He was an amazing person. He didn’t like to eat anything except meat.
He could eat cabbage and potatoes every day, but later he got tuberculosis, which was so serious that he vomited blood and was sent to the hospital.
Anyway, he has done his best and can only ask the other party to leave it to fate.
Whether he lives or dies depends on his luck.
I just hope that even if he is allergic, it won’t be serious enough to cause anaphylactic shock.
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