Chapter 243

Tourist boats sightseeing on the Great Marsh, peddlers shouting on the street, thunderous applause in the library.

Liang Qu leaned against the wall of a small alley where no one passed, closed his eyes, and expanded his hearing.

Countless sounds sang a big play in his mind, and pieces of information leaped onto the paper.

"That person who swims back and forth at Shangrao Port can't be seen."

"I heard someone counted, he swam back and forth a thousand times! He's been soaking in the water for several days!"

"A thousand times? Strange, from our Shangrao Port to Pingyang Port, it's seventeen or eighteen miles by water, right? A thousand times, isn't that seventeen or eighteen thousand miles? Even an iron man would have swum away, right?"

"People are Martial Artist adults, different from us."

"What's different? Offend Master Liang, and you'll still have to follow behind his butt and eat farts!"

Two "vibrant" young men walked past the alley entrance, their bodies carrying a trace of "fatigue."

One had a weak left foot, a "limp," and the other landed heavily, a "slight hunchback."

Passing the alley entrance, a faint fishy smell drifted over, and Liang Qu heard bursts of "wave sounds" again.

Two young fishermen who went out to sea at midnight and returned in the morning?

"Curfew tomorrow night, go back and rest early; from now on, we have to go out to catch fish in the morning, hope for a good harvest."

The voices drifted away.

Liang Qu opened his eyes and poked his head out of the alley.

Two young men in hemp short shirts were carrying fish baskets, one with a low left foot and one with a slightly bent back, exactly the same as what he "heard."

"I heard a brothel is going to open on Qingshi Street, right next to the original Qingwa Alley; that's not far from my house. Such corrupt things, won't they corrupt my children?"

"It's not a brothel, I remember it said it's a pleasure house, a place to listen to music, different from a brothel."

Two more pedestrians passed by, giving information completely different from the previous two fishermen.

The footsteps issued did not carry the roughness of straw sandals rubbing against stone slabs; they were more "wealthy," the "vitality" was weaker but still not small, they were not old, and one of them had a "weak spleen," often worried, angry?

Two middle-aged businessmen?

"What's different? Would decent girls come out to sing? Have you read too many storybooks? Selling art but not selling their bodies?

This thing shouldn't be opened in the town; it should be far away, such corrupt things.

I say, let's go find the village elders to discuss it; see if we can let that brothel change places; it's really too close, the influence is bad..."

"The village elders might not be able to be persuaded; it's better to let the village elders go and beg Master Liang; Master Liang has a big face, we old Yixing people can't let rotten things ruin the atmosphere of our town!"

"Yes, yes, yes, go find the village elders, resist the crooked atmosphere!"

Me?

Liang Qu glanced out; two middle-aged men in light blue brocade clothes walked slowly, verifying his guess.

I really didn't expect that the location of a brothel opening in the town could have anything to do with him.

But where the brothel is to be opened, can he persuade them?

Tempering the Ear Consciousness Method cannot be done behind closed doors; pedestrians passed by one after another, making Liang Qu's application of the "Ear Consciousness Method" increasingly proficient.

When it can succeed one hundred percent, the ear consciousness will reach minor completion.

If it goes a step further, without needing to specifically use it as an instinct, it will reach the great completion stage.

Further up, it is the difference in how much information can be heard.

Staying in the alley for half an hour, listening to the "information" of over a hundred passersby, Liang Qu gained something and walked out of the alley to return home.

Passing through a certain fish alley, a strange sound broke into the range of "hearing."

Liang Qu's footsteps paused, and he turned his head to the side.

"The gills of this silver carp are dark, and the area around the eyes is shriveled, with no moisture at all; do you think I'm a farmer who doesn't know how to pick fish? Three copper coins!"

In front of the fish stall, a middle-aged man bargained with the fisherman, pointing out the shortcomings of the fish on the stall.

The stall owner spread out five fingers, not giving an inch.

"A big fish weighing three jin and six liang, enough for three meals, five copper coins!"

"Three meals? Can't you see how hot the sun is in the sky? It will stink in two hours; how much salt will it cost me to pickle it? At most two meals!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he took out his purse and grabbed three blackened copper coins from inside.

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"See, Master only has three copper coins on him today! No more, sell it or not, one word, if not, I'll go find it elsewhere.

Once the Chen hour passes, the weather will be even hotter; I'm afraid this fish won't even sell for three copper coins!"

"Fine, fine, fine, three copper coins it is."

The stall owner was defeated, used a straw rope to pass through the fish gills, and tied a knot.

The middle-aged man paid the money, happily picked up the big fish, and was about to go home to eat smoked dried fish for two days when a big hand pressed on his shoulder.

"You have a problem with your liver."

"Where did this grandson come from to curse your grandfather... Mom, Master Liang!"

The middle-aged man turned his head with a dark face, saw the tall young man standing behind him, swallowed the words he was halfway through cursing along with his tongue, and when he spoke again, his chin was trembling.

Liang Qu was not annoyed, only patted the middle-aged man's shoulder and repeated what he had just said.

I have a problem with my liver?

The middle-aged man panicked.

"What, what problem?"

Liang Qu shook his head; he had only studied in the medical hall for half a year, mostly focusing on external injuries, fractures, bleeding, and basic identification of medicinal properties; he knew little about internal symptoms and could not assert.

But the man's problem in front of him... is not small.

Ordinary people have five labors and seven injuries, and there are more or less unhealthy places on their bodies.

Just like the previous two fishermen, even if they were young, one was still limping and the other was hunchbacked.

Only the man in front of him gave sound information that was very serious, "weakened" to a terrifying degree.

"Haven't you been feeling uncomfortable lately?"

"No, no." The man's two hands touched around uncontrollably, trembling and saying, "Master Liang, you are a big shot, you wouldn't make fun of a nobody like me in this corner, is there... is there really a problem?"

Liang Qu nodded.

There are no symptoms in the early stage, and the liver problem is very big...

He roughly knew what was wrong with the middle-aged man; it was nine out of ten, a carbuncle.

"Go to the Changchun Hall in the town and take a look; the doctor there has good medical skills."

Liang Qu gave the man five silver coins and turned to leave the alley.

He didn't know if it was right or wrong to tell the situation.

If he didn't say it, the man might still be able to live a carefree life for a while; if he said it, it would...

Let the five silver coins be compensation.

In the alley, the man held half a tael of silver, his expression was unprecedentedly panicked, and he picked up the silver carp and rushed to the Changchun Hall.

The Chen family next to the Liang residence.

The Chen Qingjiang family was mixing mud, adding lime and furnace slag to it, preparing to build a thatched shed in the courtyard.

A donkey that hadn't fully grown was tied to a wooden stake, turning back and forth around the wooden stake, its neighing full of "unease," "fatigue," and "fear."

"Uncle Chen, why not call others to do the work?"

"Ashui is here, sigh, there's not much work, it doesn't take much time to do it yourself, Adi, go pour tea quickly."

Chen Qingjiang stood up and let his wife go back to the room to pour water.

"No need, I have something to do and won't drink tea; I came to give you something."

Liang Qu amplified his hearing, listened to each of the people present, confirmed there was no problem, and took out two wooden lotus leaves from his bosom.

"Sister Adi, two little things, go back and sew them up with a piece of cloth, don't let a single opening leak, then put them in a small bag, hang them on the necks of Little Shunzi and Little Kui and keep them on all the time, it's good for them."

Adi washed her hands in the water bucket on the side and carefully took the two lotus leaves.

Under the sunlight, the amber-colored lotus leaves shone with beautiful golden silk-like patterns, looking extraordinary.

Chen Qingjiang didn't know what kind of wood the lotus flower was made of, only felt it was exceptionally valuable; otherwise, why would it need to be covered with two layers of cloth? He was busy and couldn't refuse.

"That's it, I have something to do, I'm leaving first."

Liang Qu was very familiar with this set, waved his hand, turned and left, not giving Chen Qingjiang any chance to refuse.

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