After Zhao Yeming and Zhao Ningdai came over, they saw a thin middle-aged man crying loudly. The crying was desolate and aggrieved, as if venting, containing endless bitterness.

There was a hooligan who was ignorant of life and death, vomiting blood all over his mouth; the other hooligan was kneeling in the house, motionless.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Ningdai walked over and asked with concern.

Xiong Baizhou shook his head and looked at Zhao Yeming and said, "Brother Zhao, come and see if these fonts look familiar."

The couplet on the door of the house should have been handwritten by Yang Qishan a long time ago, but it gradually faded as time passed, but the outline and font were vaguely seen.

Zhao Yeming identified for a while, took out the secretary and mayor of Shiqiao Town from his pocket to fool him. The handwriting was very consistent after comparison.

"Did you write this?" Zhao Yeming asked with his head down.

Yang Qishan did not answer, but was just immersed in tears of catharsis.

"No need to ask, it should be written by him." Xiong Baizhou was holding a wrinkled notebook in his hand, greasy and smelly, the pages were broken, and the four corners were rolled upwards in an exaggerated manner.

However, when you open the notebook, you actually recorded prescriptions, just like Zhao Yeming's hand, with names, effects and materials all in one.

Zhao Yeming looked heavy and took the notebook and read it carefully: "Some are still very common, while others are very rare, but there are records of the tea medicines that the old man in the cave just now."

"Is this valuable?" Xiong Baizhou asked.

"Very valuable." Zhao Yeming nodded affirmatively: "I just don't know why he recorded these things."

"Then take it back. Staying here is of no use. The final result is that the prescription is lost in this world." Looking at Yang Qishan's current situation, Xiong Baizhou had no idea of ​​finding out the truth, and directly suggested that Zhao Yeming take this record back.

Zhao Yeming thought about it, squatted down and said to Yang Qishan, "I want to take this notebook back and copy it. What are your requirements?"

Zhao Yeming spoke loudly this time, but Yang Qishan just raised his eyes and looked at it, but he was still indifferent.

Zhao Yeming said it several times, but Yang Qishan did not respond at all.

Xiong Baizhou sighed and squatted down and stared at Yang Qishan:

"It's probably a waste to leave this notebook with you. We will give a condition to exchange for this record. Are you willing?"

Yang Qishan still ignored it.

Xiong Baizhou didn't care, his eyes were bright: "The condition for this exchange is that I guarantee that your daughter will grow up and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life."

Yang Qishan's crying came to an abrupt end. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Xiong Baizhou.

Xiong Baizhou looked at each other calmly.

At this time, Yang Qishan's eyes only showed some human emotions.

"I will come here again, you can treat and bandage it first."

Xiong Baizhou took the medicine box from the car and placed it at Yang Qishan's feet. This was specially placed by Wang Lianqiao in the car for spare use.

"Sometimes I'm too tired to endure it all the time, I'll give you a chance to take revenge."

Before leaving, Sheng Yuanqing "treated" the two fainted hooligans. The so-called "treatment" means to drag them out and throw them onto the mountain. As for mosquitoes, snakes and beasts, they are completely out of the scope of Sheng Yuanqing's consideration.

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The way back was quiet and no one in the carriage was willing to speak.

Zhao Yeming didn't speak because he was watching the prescription content on his laptop;

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