Seizing a Good Marriage, The Virtuous Medical Consort

102, buy a haunted house (seeking a monthly ticket) "Good, come, follow me." Grandpa once again wiped his tears.

The fog is coming back, and Ming is waiting.

Mingwuyan and Mengge quietly followed the respect of the old man for about a quarter of an hour, and walked to a dilapidated Chenghuang Temple near the city. When he was not close, he heard a child yelling.

"Yan sister is back, Yan sister is back."

It was this sound, all the people in the Chenghuang Temple rushed out, male, female, old, and young, all excited and far-reaching three people, many people’s eyes appeared tears Light.

For them, Mingwuyan is their common hope. This child is grown up by them. Only when they go to Yutian College, they give them home from time to time. Everyone regards her as their loved one.

Just shouting that is the younger brother who used the bright fog as an idol in worship.

Mingwuyan looked at a group of people who ran out around him, and his eyes could not help but be wet.

Speaking of it, most of her people don't remember it. The only thing that impressed her was the very daring buns. When she went to Yutian College, he also said that he would go to Yutian College in the future.

Grandpa respected the blind fog and opened everyone. "Let the fog and face go to see her, let everyone let."

Everyone immediately let a road open and let the misty face go inside.

When Mingwuyan saw that the deep esoteric was burnt, and there was only a sigh of cheap old man, the tears of Mingwuyan fell off.

Meng Ge pulled her up and whispered: "Little sister, don't be sad, I will help me prepare some hot water and clean towels. I will help you to take a look."

"Yeah." Mingwuyan wiped her tears and stood up.

She took out a clean towel from her own space, and then took the basin, directly in the space, like a spring water, to the Mongolian song as pure water, and then used her own Linglong Ding to burn a large pot of boiling water. .

These are all done in a flash, so that people standing on one side can see their eyes straight.

Someone sighed on the side, "I still learn more skills! Buns, I will follow your sister Wu Yan in the future, do you know?"

The buns nodded hard. "Well, I will definitely learn from Yan Sister."

Mingwuyan didn't have time to control other people at the moment, just patted the head of the buns and looked at the city temple.

Although this place is not small, it accommodates fifty or sixty people from the slums. It is already crowded, and the injured people here seem to be more than one person.

After thinking about it, she took out a few bottles of her own repaired Dan from the space, and then taught her grandfather, explaining: "Grandpa, this is my own repairing Dan, you give a wounded person a Grain, let me go out."

Respecting the old man nodded, but once she heard that she was going out, she still didn’t feel relieved: "Shantou, this time it’s dark, where are you going?”

Mingwu Yan whispered: "This place is really not suitable for everyone to live in, it is not suitable for me to recover from injury, I want to find a place to settle down."

Jingzheng suddenly sighed. "You don't have to be busy, the royals have said, we are not allowed to enter Beijing in the future. If we want to wait for you to come back, we have already left here."

"Why?" The face of Mingwuyan was cold.

Jingai once again sighed and gave medicine to everyone, saying: "The slum was when the emperor was enthroned in the world, and it was reserved for those who were homeless. Because it was suspended, there was no title, so we Now such a situation is a refugee, and it cannot be left in the city for a long time."

The fog is frowning. "Without title, we will buy a house with a title deed."

"Fog and face, the last time you brought back the money we used to repair the house, there is no left."

Speaking of this, the old man is very embarrassed, knowing that he should not spend all of it, leaving some spare.

Fortunately, the precious medicinal materials that people brought back from the fog and squeaky heads are clearly used for medicine. It is not a waste, or the loss is even more devastating.

"It doesn't matter, I have. Grandpa, do you have a favorite place?" Mingwuyan calculated the rest of his silver, and buying a few houses should be enough.

"Stupid girl, how much money can you have, and the rest will be left to you to cure the disease!" Respecting the old man, Mingwuyan should have brought the earned money back to him, even if there is nothing left, How much can be left.

The condition of the bright man is very serious. He has been powerless. He only hopes that the brother of this girl can cure it clearly, so that the child of Wuyan will have to rely on it in the future.

Ming Ms. Yan no longer talks with Grandpa about how much money is, but walks over and says to Mengge: "Master, I will ask you, I will go out and come back later, you don't have to worry."

Meng Ge nodded. "Let's go, be careful on the road."

"Yeah." Mingwuyan took out a large bag of oysters from the space yesterday, and took out a bag of rice and a bag of flour and handed it to an aunt next to her.

"You cook and eat, there are not many things."

Auntie nodded gratefully and asked two people to cook something.

The buns saw Ming Wuyan going out and immediately followed up. "Sister Yan, can I go out with you?"

Mingwuyan hesitated and nodded. "Well, let's go together."

The night in Beijing is still quite bustling. In the evening, when it is busy, Mingwuyan walks on the street with a steamed buns. Her goal is very clear. I want to see where there are shops for sale.

The buns are attracted by the smell of the food around, from time to time.

Mingwuyan knew that he was hungry, so he bought him four meat bags on the nearby stall. The gentle way: "Eat!"

The buns immediately gorged and ate, and I saw the misty face.

It’s really pitiful for a child who is half-sized to have a long body.

Afraid of him squatting, Ming Mist Yan took a cup of spirit from his space and whispered: "Slow down!"

"Thank you, Sister Yan." Four buns, the younger brother of the buns had finished eating in a short while, and the water in the hands of Mingwuyan was finished.

After drinking, he took a nap and then embarrassedly said: "Yan sister's water is so sweet!"

The light fog smiled lightly. "Is there enough? Didn't eat enough, my sister bought another."

"Full enough." Baozi is embarrassed to say that he actually only eats a full half, who has let him have not had enough food for several days.

"Sister Yan, where are we going now?"

Mingwuyan looked at the lively streets, faintly said: "Let's see where someone wants to sell the house. If the price is right, we will buy it, so that we all have a place to live."

"Sister, I know a place, in the corner of the south of the city, it turned out to be a medical hall. Half a year ago, the local doctor died, so it was sealed up. Two months ago there was a notice saying that it was selling!" Suddenly said very excited.

Because his children have no money to go to school, they are all crazy running in the streets. If they are familiar with the streets, they are the most familiar to them.

"Well?" Let's go there and see." Mingwuyan took the buns and went to the south of the city. Sure enough, she saw a large courtyard in the corner of the south of the city. The gate of the yard wrote a notice indicating that it was for sale.

Mingwu Yan tapped the doorway next to it, and immediately an old man opened the door.

"Girl, is it so late, is there anything?"

"Do you want to sell this medical museum? How much silver?" Mingwuyan didn't want to turn around and asked.

The neatly dressed old man looked at her for a moment: "Does the girl really want to buy it? It only takes two thousand and two silver."

“Is the procedure complete? Can I stay now?” Mingwuyan asked again.

The old man glimpsed and said: "If the girl needs to stay in the room, I will go to the club and the servant."

"it is good."

"I’m asking the girl to wait a moment here, and go back when I’m old.”

"it is good."

The old man didn't even have time to close the door and immediately ran away.

"Sister Yan, don't you wait until tomorrow to see the house and decide again?" Baozi felt that Yan sister was too neat, too fast.

You know that it is two thousand two, not two or two or twenty-two.

Ming Mist Yan shook his head. "No, I hope everyone can settle down tonight."

The foggy face did not wait for a long time, the former porter old man led the people, and it was in a carriage.

As soon as the curtain opened, a middle-aged man jumped from the carriage. He was a little surprised when he saw a teenage girl who wanted to buy his own house.

Soon, the carriage curtain glimpsed, and there was another servant and a young man got off the carriage.

The young man squatted for a while when he saw the bright fog. "Little girl, are you going to buy a house?"

Mingwu nodded, "Yes!"

Seeing her answer so neatly, the young man immediately introduced himself: "My surname is a business. Everyone calls me Mr. Shang. It is a hacker who is engaged in the sale of houses. This is the owner of the house, and the other is the host of the contract. If the little girl is sure to buy, we can talk inside."

"Yes." Mingwuyan nodded, and once the performance was completed, it would be better.

The old man in the porter opened the door, and several people entered the yard in turn, because the sky was already dark and the old man was busy lighting.

Because the weather was cold, the fog saw that the old man couldn't get the light for a long time, and he took out his own night pearl, and the night pearls that had not been used were brightened.

A few people in the hospital were shocked by this huge night pearl. They were surprised that such a small girl would come up with such a big night pearl. This kind of color, this lustrous night pearl, is not in the palace. A few!

"Girl, this house is dead, are you sure you are signing now?" Mr. Shang kindly reminded him.

"Yes, sign now." After that, Mingwuyan immediately took out two thousand and two silver tickets on the table, and did not blink.

"Can you ask, why is the girl eager to buy this house?" Li Yuying was also curious.

You must know that this house has actually died more than one person. It is a lot of people who have died. They are sick and still not sick. As long as they live for a long time, they are all dead. Therefore, even if this place is sold at a low price, nobody cares.

Ming Mist Yan did not conceal, directly indicating that he was to settle in the people who lived in the Chenghuang Temple.

When Li Yucheng and Mr. Shang heard that she was from the slum side, she was shocked.

I have to know that half a month ago, the fire was burning red, and he heard a lot of gossip saying that the people there had offended the most princess of the emperor today, and that the home was destroyed.

Some people say that the princess also deliberately swears that no one can help the group of people, there are people around!

This……

Mingwuyan saw these people's previous face and rejoicing and hesitated after listening to their own words. They frowned and frowned. "Why, is there a problem?"

"No, no problem." The master of the house owner, pushed Mr. Push and Mr. Li, "The princess just said that no outsiders would help them, and they did not say that they could not buy a house, bought a house, they are good people."

He must sell this murderous house today.

Mingwuyan listened to this sentence, his face was cold and cold, "Princess? You mean, the princess of the Northern Desert State is not allowed to help us?"

Li Yuying saw Cheng, the master has already said, simply tell the truth: "No, the fire was not an occasional half a month ago. The market has been circulating. There are individuals who have offended the emperor's favorite princess... but the house can be bought and sold. The girl is good, for the sake of the poor, I will help you with the formalities."

Mingwu nodded, "Thank you!"

It turned out that it was really a ghost.

Her courage is very big, very good, she has to look at it, in the end is she laughing, or let her cry.

"What is the name of the girl?" Li Yuying looked at Mingwuyan and was ready to write a contract.

Mingwu Yan turned his head and looked at the buns standing by his side. "Bag brother, what is your name? This house writes your name, and my sister will hand it over to you."

In the end, if the person who wants to deal with it is himself, in order not to leave clues and cause unnecessary trouble, she does not intend to use her own name.

Baozi looked at her with a look of surprise, and it took a long time to stutter: "Sister Yan, my name is Ling An."

Mingwu nodded and said to Li Wei: "The name of the head of the household is written by Ling An."

"Well!" Li Yijun quickly wrote the name of Ling'an on the contract.

After Mr. Shang and Cheng Laojun signed the painting, they handed the contract to Ling An. "Little brother, you signed your name here."

Ling An blushes his face straight, then gently pulls down the sleeves of Mingwuyan. "Sister Yan, I, I can't read."

The misty face was slightly stunned, then took out a blank piece of paper and took the pen and paper. The hand-written teacher Ling An wrote his name.