Chapter 507: Not worth sympathy

Wang An discovered a law, which is that in this world, good times are often short.

To be precise, the times of feeling excitement are very short.

For example, when hunting with a knife, the few seconds after stabbing the prey, is it exciting or not?

For example, when opening the belly of a bear to take the gallbladder, the few seconds after taking out a golden gallbladder, is it exciting or not?

For example, when chatting with a woman, the few seconds at the end that are very violent, is it exciting or not?

And so on.

It must be admitted that these things are quite exciting, and it must also be admitted that these exciting things are also very short.

And just when Wang An was playing with and rubbing Fang Xiue's little tender hands, footsteps came into Wang An's ears.

It was the kind of sound made by leather shoes with iron heels stepping on the ground, that unique "ga-der," "ga-der" sound.

Although Wang An heard it, Fang Xiue was still immersed in the excitement of secretly touching little hands and couldn't extricate herself.

So, when Wang An put Fang Xiue's hand on the table and let his own hand hang down naturally, Fang Xiue still had a feeling of wanting more.

To avoid being discovered, Wang An immediately asked seriously: "Doctor, what exactly is wrong with me?"

Seeing Wang An's appearance and hearing the increasingly close footsteps, Fang Xiue also reacted immediately, instantly turning into a poker face, and said very professionally: "It's nothing big, it's just that the temperature has risen in spring and you have internal heat. Go back and drink some dried dandelion water and it will be fine."

As she spoke, Fang Xiue wrote on the white paper again, but it wasn't a prescription, but a paragraph:

You go back and wait for me first. If you have time, cook the meal by the way.

It must be said that Fang Xiue's medical skills were quite brilliant; in such a short time, she diagnosed Wang An with "internal heat."

And at this time, Wang An was indeed suffering from internal heat!

Seeing Fang Xiue writing, Wang An cooperated and said:

"My family doesn't have dried dandelion. Why don't you prescribe some medicine for me, Doctor?"

After Fang Xiue finished writing, while handing over the paper, she also handed the key next to the table to Wang An.

At the same time, she said: "Then it's the same to soak some Ban Lan Gen and drink it."

Wang An took the white paper and the key, glanced at the words on the white paper, and smiled knowingly at Fang Xiue:

"My family has Ban Lan Gen, then thanks, Doctor."

As he spoke, Wang An got up and left.

After leaving the hospital, when passing the intersection, Wang An looked at his watch, then pulled the reins, and drove the cart toward the market.

The time was still early, and Wang An planned to go to the market to look around and see if there was anything delicious.

It must be said that perhaps because of the comprehensive development of the economy, the current market was much more lively than before.

Not only did the number of people selling things increase by one or two times, but the variety of goods also increased quite a bit.

However, with the increase, there were more people stealing and picking pockets, and of course, fighting and brawling were common occurrences.

To tell the truth, on this black land in the Northeast, it's not normal not to fight. Many times, after arguing for a few sentences, it's: "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at you, so what?"

"Try looking at me again?"

"Try it, so what?"

"Ping, pang, who are you with? I'll let you look."

"Just looking at your pen-eye, heng, pa, dang..."

Just like that, the two started fighting.

After the two finished fighting, it was like this: "Come on, brother, have a cigarette, sorry."

"No f***ing matter, we're all brothers, it's my fault too."

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Then they went back to doing what they were doing. In fact, many people misunderstood Northeasterners. It is true that Northeasterners often fight, but it's not that they fight as soon as they want to.

And there is no such thing as not being able to look at someone, and if you look at them one more time, they will fight you. How can there be such a mysterious thing? Crazy?

If it were really like that, then there would be nothing to do all day, just go out and fight.

So those who really fight have reasons, and provocative words like "What are you looking at" and "Looking at you, so what" are all used to boost one's own momentum, or are just the prelude to taking action.

Wang An led the horse and walked slowly in the market, scanning the stalls on the left and right from time to time.

Although there were many things, the vast majority were the kind that every household had.

Such as dried mushrooms, dried wild vegetables, pine nuts, walnuts, loose tobacco leaves, brooms, dustpans, cooking utensils, various sizes of baskets, mud basins, etc. When Wang An wandered to the middle of the market, he finally discovered a good thing—winter mushrooms.

In fact, this time period is exactly the right time to pick winter mushrooms, because the snow is melting, but it hasn't completely melted yet.

That is to say, the winter mushrooms that were difficult to find under the snow before are basically showing their heads now.

But picking winter mushrooms relies either on rich experience, knowing where this thing is.

Or you have to rely on luck, searching all over the mountains.

The former is fine, because as long as you go into the mountains, you can have a harvest. If it's the latter, then it's hard work; there will definitely be a harvest, but it definitely won't be much.

Wang An stopped the big stallion and walked toward this stall.

The person selling winter mushrooms was a middle-aged man, about 30 years old, and his old cotton-padded jacket was covered with patches, the kind with patches on top of patches.

It was obvious that this man's family condition was not very good.

In fact, in the countryside of this era, the vast majority of families were very poor, so there were very few people whose clothes had no patches.

But like this kind of patches on top of patches, several layers, there were really not many.

It didn't matter; anyway, your clothes had patches and my clothes had patches, it was just a matter of quantity.

Wang An, who walked up, said directly to this middle-aged man:

"Big Brother, how much are your winter mushrooms per jin?"

As he spoke, Wang An squatted down, intending to buy all of this person's winter mushrooms if the price was right, which could be considered helping this person.

Only heard this person say:

"Two mao per jin."

Upon hearing this price, Wang An almost sat on the ground.

It must be admitted that winter mushrooms are fresh, so they are indeed rare things, and they are genuinely very delicious.

But no matter how delicious they are, they are just mushrooms, not meat! Moreover, at this price, it is too f***ing expensive! You have to know that the thing that is least lacking when guarding the big mountains is probably mushrooms. Who doesn't have a few sacks of dried mushrooms at home?

Besides, dried mushrooms only sell for 2 fen per jin. For winter mushrooms, 5 fen per jin is already a sky-high price. Selling for two mao is like a joke.

After looking at this person's appearance, Wang An suddenly thought of a sentence, which is:

"Pitiful people must have hateful aspects, and hateful people must have sad sufferings!"

This kind of person is not worth sympathy!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 508 =====