Chapter 3 Pawning to buy a house
Zhao Xiaofei followed the officers into the city. Xiao Si came over and asked, "Master Zhao! Do you have any relatives in the city? I can help you find them. I've lived in Wanping City for decades. I know all the wealthy families there!"
Zhao Xiaofei thought to himself: I don't know anyone! He doesn't even know anyone in the Ming Dynasty! He'd better find a place to change clothes, then see if he could find a prescription. Which of my brother's books mentioned what Chinese medicine can cure plague? Damn! I regret not having enough knowledge when I need it! That's right, it's called Shengma Biejia Decoction.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaofei asked Xiao Si: "Brother Xiao Si, where is the pharmacy here? I want to buy some medicine!"
"What medicine do you want to buy? My second uncle runs a drug store, and he has a stake in the Duke of Chengguo in the capital." Xiao Si said.
"I'd like to get a prescription for Shengma Biejia Decoction! I saw a notice before I came in saying there's a plague raging in Wanping City right now, so I'd better get a prescription for prevention!"
"It seems that the young master also understands the art of medicine! This Shengma Biejia Decoction is not cheap, so don't mention this amount!" Xiao Si stretched out five fingers.
"How much is this? Prices vary from place to place!" Zhao Xiaofei asked deliberately for fear of saying the wrong number.
"500 taels!" Xiao Si said.
Zhao Xiaofei stopped dead in his tracks. His phone and wallet were gone; they'd been left in the president's car. If he had a phone, at least one the Ming Dynasty hadn't seen before, it could probably be pawned for five hundred taels. Now that he had no money, who could save him? He didn't believe in the "protagonist's halo." He hoped someone would save him.
At this time, Xiao Si said, "Looking at the troubled face of the young master, I guess he doesn't have any silver. I see that the box in his hand is neither made of gold nor wood. I think it can be exchanged for a lot of silver in the pawnshop!"
A word of advice awoke Zhao Xiaofei, who thought to himself, "Right! How could I have forgotten the box? Let's see what's inside. What if there's a mirror or a glass bottle? That's the life-saving money I need to survive in the Ming Dynasty!" He immediately squatted down and opened the box. There was a way out. Inside were medicines: anti-inflammatory drugs, syringes, and even streptomycin injections! Unfortunately, they were all veterinary medicines. For dogs!
However, saving my life was the most important thing. No matter if it was for a human or a dog, I should give myself an injection first. Xiao Si, who was watching the syringe and the medicine bottle, exclaimed in surprise. So many glasswares, how much silver would that cost!
Xiao Si stammered, "Mr. Zhao! With the amount of colored glaze you have, you can buy ten shops in Wanping City!"
"Okay! I'll give you a bottle later!" Zhao Xiaofei said as he took out a syringe and the medicine, inserted the syringe into the streptomycin bottle, and drew the liquid into the syringe. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and inserted the needle into his own vein. A word about Zhao Xiaofei's profession: he studied pharmacology. Working for a pharmaceutical company, he had some knowledge of medications, so giving injections was no problem for him.
However, in the eyes of Xiao Si and others, this behavior was incomprehensible and indescribable. However, they understood that it was as if this Mr. Zhao was injecting some kind of drug into his body to save himself.
After Zhao Xiaofei injected two streptomycin injections into his body, Xiao Si asked, "Mr. Zhao! What are you doing? Are you giving yourself medicine?"
"Yes! This is a good medicine for curing plague! I'll give you one, it can save your life at a critical moment!" After saying that, he handed Xiao Si a bottle of streptomycin.
Xiao Si took the medicine bottle and immediately bowed, saying, "Thank you, Master Zhao! How do I use this? I don't know how to use your needle!"
"It doesn't matter! Open it and drink it, it can save your life! Lead the way! To the pawnshop!" Zhao Xiaofei stood up and closed the box.
"Alright! Young Master Zhao, I'll show you the way!" Xiao Si's attitude changed. Initially, it was because of his status. Although he didn't know this Young Master Zhao's status, judging by his attire, he must be either wealthy or noble. He certainly couldn't afford to offend someone like him, but Zhao Xiaofei had given him this bottle. Regardless of whether it could save his life, this bottle alone was worth hundreds of taels of silver. Now, he felt gratitude and respect for Zhao Xiaofei from the bottom of his heart. Xiao Si sent the others back to the government office, and he accompanied this Young Master Zhao to the pawnshop.
The two men came to a place called Jili Pawnshop. Xiao Si said, "Mr. Zhao! This is the largest pawnshop in our county! We can definitely give you a suitable price!" After that, he shouted inside, "Manager Yang! We have a distinguished guest!" The two men then entered the house.
"Hey! It's Fourth Brother Xiao! What brings you here?" A middle-aged man with a face full of wrinkles came out.
"This is our Master Zhao. He's a bit short on money lately, so he came to you to exchange some money for money." Xiao Si said.
Shopkeeper Yang took one look at Zhao Xiaofei. Although his clothes were a little dirty, it was easy to tell that he was either wealthy or noble. So, he bowed and asked, "Excuse me, sir, what do you intend to pledge?"
"This!" Zhao Xiaofei took out the bottle of streptomycin he had just used and handed it to Shopkeeper Yang.
When Shopkeeper Yang saw the transparent glass medicine bottle, his eyes lit up. He took it and examined it carefully, then asked, "Why is there a layer of paper wrapped around it? I wonder where the writing on it is from? Forgive my limited knowledge!"
"This is foreign writing! If you don't like it, soak it in water for a few days and it will come off!" Zhao Xiaofei said. This dog streptomycin is imported and is written entirely in English. That's why Zhao Xiaofei said this.
"Good stuff! It's hard in texture and extremely transparent! It's a pity that it's a little small! You were brought here by Fourth Brother Xiao, so how about I give you a fair price of 200 taels?" Shopkeeper Yang said.
Xiao Si was furious when he heard this and shouted, "Old Yang! This fellow is so dishonest! Last year, I saw a foreign monk sell you a glass ball even smaller than this one, and you paid 400 taels for it. How come it's only 200 taels when it comes to Master Zhao?"
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