dhibooks Chapter 1 Grandpa's Little Pharmacy
Chapter 1 Grandpa's Little Pharmacy
Zhu Quanze dragged his suitcase and walked down the high-speed rail platform leisurely.
At 16:29:58, he arrived at the bus interchange, only to find that his bus, which was supposed to leave at 16:30, had already left ahead of schedule.Therefore, Zhu Quanze decided to change his contract with the Buddhist family. Anyway, he was the only one at home, so it didn't matter how late he was, and there was no one waiting for him.
"I'm sorry, the company's route has been changed in the past two days. The B202 you take is the last one at 04:30 today." The girl at the ticket office smiled apologetically, "How about I change the bus for you and transfer on the way Once?"
Upon hearing this, the irascible brother behind Zhu Quanze exploded on the spot: "Isn't this too messy? I know it's the last bus and leave early, what's going on!"
"It's all right." Zhu Quanze was not annoyed, and smiled kindly, "No need, I'll just take a taxi."
After speaking, he dragged the suitcase and left the station leisurely.However, when Zhu Quanze turned around, he didn't see a black bird standing on the B202 license plate, a pair of small blood-red eyes stared at him, and his beak grinned exaggeratedly, as if laughing.
As soon as Zhu Quanze got out of the station, he was surrounded by black car drivers, chattering like an early morning market.
"Young man, do you want to take a taxi?"
"Young man, do you want to stay at the hotel? 380 one night Taoist Holy Land chartered car and leave now!"
"Young man, do you want to go to Heming Mountain? The three-day tour of Heming Mountain Taiji Square includes food, accommodation, no slaughter and no compulsory consumption!"
Before Zhu Quanze’s eyes, billboards are full of ups and downs—all of them are “out-of-proportion scenic spot photos” paired with “village killer art fonts”, and the homogenization is very serious.
At this moment, a deep and deep voice cut into the noise: "Young man, have I seen you somewhere before?"
After he finished speaking, he took a serious look at Zhu Quanze—this young man was fair and clean, with delicate features, narrow and straight nose, and a pair of big eyes that naturally smiled.
The driver of the black car continued to ask in a rough voice: "Are you a star on TV? Do you take a taxi?"
Zhu Quanze was stunned, bowed his head, pursed his lips, tried to smile, and decided to contribute a sum of income to such a hard-working black car driver.
The uncle led him to a brightly colored minivan, and took the initiative to open the door for someone: "To Heming Mountain or Tai Chi Square?"
Zhu Quanze sat in the back seat, shook his head, and said softly, "Go to Jiugao Town."
The driver suddenly showed a bit of surprise: "Oh, why did you book the hotel there? Are you here to travel?"
Zhu Quanze blinked those beautiful eyes: "Huh? What's wrong there?"
"It's nothing, very few people have booked hotels there recently." The driver stepped on the gas pedal, quite talkative, "Tai Chi Plaza is newly built, and the conditions in Jiugao are not as good as there. Besides, didn't something happen a while ago, First, the female college student went missing, then the donkey friend fell to her death while climbing a mountain, and the residents complained online about the haunted place, it was so mysterious.”
"Haunted?" Zhu Quanze chuckled, "Heming Yujiugao, Heming Mountain is a sacred place of Taoism, a master of heaven, where are the ghosts at the foot of the mountain?"
The driver raised his eyebrows: "You may not know this. Gao is a swamp, and Jiu means 'twist and far-reaching'. Jiugao Town is located in the shade of Heming Mountain, and the swamp is surrounded by stagnant water, where evil spirits are easy to gather. .”
Looking through the rearview mirror, the driver saw Zhu Quanze twitching his lips casually.
"Why? Are you not afraid of ghosts?"
"Don't be afraid." Zhu Quanze waved his hand, and subconsciously touched the jade buckle of peace hanging on the red thread around his neck, "I am righteous."
It's really not bragging, Zhu Quanze's horoscope is pure yang, and all evil spirits should be respected.
"Hey, most boys don't believe this now. Are you a college student who came to play during the summer vacation?"
"just graduated."
"Oh? What major do you study?"
"medical."
"Oh, it's good to study medicine. Who doesn't want to have a medical student in the family, hey, my ineffective son..." The driver couldn't stop him once he started complaining.
Zhu Quanze still had a Buddhist smile on his face, and he sighed in his heart - persuading people to study medicine is like a thunderbolt.
During his internship, a patient in the ward suffered a sudden illness, which caught people off guard.It happened that Zhu Quanze was not very familiar with the patient's condition at that time, so he couldn't explain why.
What's weird is that the dead patient's left hand froze into a gesture of "pointing with the index finger".And that position at that time refers to him.Thus, the patient's family members went berserk, insisting that Zhu Quanze had something to do with the patient's death.
Medical scene.
Zhu Quanze was not stabbed to death, probably thanks to his righteousness.
Later, Zhu Quanze also considered doing scientific research in the past.But no matter which laboratory he goes to, there will be a series of bugs such as instrument failure, cell room pollution, funding being blocked, and mice refusing to have sex.
Therefore, Zhu Quanze's Buddhist family decided that modern medicine is not suitable for him, or he should go home and inherit the small pharmacy passed down from his ancestors.
It was already night when we arrived at Jiugao Town.Zhu Quanze got out of the car, turned a few turns with ease, stopped, raised his head——
I wish Huichuntang.
Half of the color of the four large characters on the horizontal plaque has faded, the paint on the Zhumen has peeled off, and the copper rings are dusty.
It was an antique composite building with cornices and corners, and different tiles and ridges.The entrance is a small bluestone courtyard, the front hall is a shop, the inner room is a pharmacy and residence, and there is a small medicine garden in the backyard, which leads directly to the Heming Mountains.
Grandpa Zhu used to be a well-known Taoist doctor in the local area. After he passed away a few years ago, there was quite a large piece of land here, so it was left unused.
Zhu Quanze's warm hand caressed the cold copper ring, and the corners of his mouth gently curled up——Grandpa, I'm back.
Just when he pushed the door open with a "squeak" and entered, a big black bird was startled.It rushed out suddenly, and then there was a "dang", as if some metal fell to the ground crisply.
The bird flew so fast that Zhu Quanze didn't have time to look at what it was, but bent over and picked up a hexagonal copper bell.
This was supposed to hang on the corner of the eaves.
Zhu Quanze shook his head - this place is too old.
The shop in the lobby is also full of dust.Zhu Quanze covered his mouth and nose, opened the window, and decided to clean it again tomorrow.There are several mahogany seven-star chests standing against the wall in the shop. Each wooden drawer is marked with the name of the medicinal material, and they are all empty.
There are only a few bottles of Indian god oils that have expired on the medicine shelf.
Hmm, the aphrodisiac kind.
Zhu Quanze opened the step curtain and walked into the inner room.
On one side of the inner room, there is a gold sculpture of the grandfather saying "Blessings for Spring", and on both sides is a couplet written by the grandfather himself, in violent cursive script——
Zuolian: This medicine will not kill you, you can take it or not
You Lian: This disease can’t be cured and wait for death. Let’s say goodbye
The horizontal batch is the gold-encrusted horizontal plaque on the head of the patriarch, with four big characters: "The living will not be cured".
On the opposite side of Jin Su, five coffins were placed.
Zhu Quanze grew up here since he was a child, so he naturally knew that the small drugstore run by his family was a bit unusual.But he never knew what these coffins were for. Grandpa just told him—don't touch them all.
Zhu Quanze cleaned the shrine carefully, replaced the patriarch with new wine, placed fresh fruits and flowers, lit the glazed lotus lamp, and finally offered three sticks of sandalwood.It means to tell the patriarch that he is back, and there are still many disturbances during this period.
Zhu Quanze took out a blue bound book that his grandfather had given him, and put it neatly on the table.On the white cover title in the upper right corner of the book, "Zhuhuichun Tanglu" is written in calligraphy.
After Grandpa passed away, all the words in this book disappeared miraculously.But he still remembered his grandfather's instructions. He opened the blank first page, pierced the tip of his thumb with his canine teeth, and pressed a fingerprint.
A smear of bright red slowly faded away, and then slowly faded away.After a while, the blood was completely absorbed by the white paper.Then, from right to left on the first page, a line of beautiful ink and running script emerged, written vertically: [Zhu Quanze, the 148th generation owner of Zhuhuichuntang].
Zhu Quanze breathed a sigh of relief in his heart—although he studied Chinese and Western clinical medicine as a family traitor, the patriarch finally recognized his identity as the heir.
Obviously, the patriarch is still a person who keeps pace with the times, and deliberately helps his illiterate descendants simplify the complex.
Zhu Quanze respectfully bowed three times before the case again, and when he raised his head again, there was a gust of draft from nowhere—the whisk in Jin Sculpture's hand was blown up, and the patriarch, who had a handsome face, sent him away. His 148th generation grandson is a flamboyant wink.
Zhu Quanze didn't know if he had misread it, he rubbed his eyes, maybe he was too tired from the journey, he should rest early today, and take care of it tomorrow.
The second floor of the inner room is the residence.
Zhu Quanze's grandfather never treated him badly. Although the building looks antique, the place he lives in is very modern.Zhu Quanze took a comfortable hot bath and fell asleep right away.
In the middle of the night, a huge black bird suddenly flapped its wings and came dreaming.Its eyes are red, its cry is shrill, its beak is wide open, and there are two rows of sharp teeth growing up and down inside. In the darkness deep in its throat, a small snow-white baby face appears and disappears from time to time.
Zhu Quanze was taken aback - he clearly knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up for a while and couldn't move.
At the same time, outside the main hall of the Zhuhuichun Hall, the quiet insect chirping in summer came to an abrupt end.
The hanging eaves of the main hall raised a black silhouette under the sky, and a row of majestic beasts stood on the roof.However, the little thing squatting between the stone unicorn and the stone lion suddenly erected a pair of pointed ears.
Zhu Quanze saw that the black bird's huge mouth was about to bite him——
A vigorous four-legged beast rushed from the void and wrestled with the black bird.