Assassin Farmer Chapter 133 (Part 1)
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Translated by Pure
Edited by NovaLeir
Assassin Farmer Chapter 133: Settle Down (1)
“I thought that you decided to settle down in the imperial city and wouldn’t come back.” When Jiang Ying Yun heard that Su Shuilian had come home, she seized her free time to visit the latter in Fan Hua Town. Studying the young woman she hadn’t seen for half a month, who looked even more beautiful, she couldn’t help but tease. “Hey, you had to spend time traveling all the way back here. It’s good that you weren’t tired, but why do I feel you became even more attractive and sexier? Tell me honestly, what did your husband feed you?
“Really?” Su Shuilian rubbed her cheeks skeptically when Jiang Ying Yun said that. She suddenly remembered the night they spent in Shui Yue Town. A Yao had bullied her, making her come and groan continuously. At that time, he had muttered to her ear that it was the most effective way to keep women from aging. Was it true? Was the hot fluid he had injected into her body the secret to maintaining her youth?
“Hey, I’m just teasing you. Oh~ What are you thinking about? Why are you blushing?” Jiang Ying Yun jokingly rolled her eyes, feeling a bit out of words. She then ignored the woman who was still embarrassed to play with the twins that were crawling on the heated bed.
“Oh right, Shuilian, Yang Jing Zhi’s clinic is about to open. What should I give her as a gift?” Jiang Ying Yun asked as she held a pellet drum, trying to attract the twins to crawl toward her.
“Whatever you want to give them. Is there some taboo about this?” Patting her cheeks as she pulled herself together, Su Shuilian asked Jiang Ying Yun as she didn’t quite understand.
“Nothing’s taboo. But from the style they have decorated their clinic, I have a feeling that whatever I give them, it would be useless.” Jiang Ying Yun was distressed.
Within ten days after they had arrived in Fan Hua Town, Yang Jing Zhi and Qing Lan had bought a three-room house with a front shop to open their drugstore on the street to the West of Fan Luo City. The store was planned to open in the first week of the fourth lunar month. These days, they are rushing to prepare.
Jiang Ying Yun had previously followed Situ Yun, who had come to notify her, to observe the décor of Qing Yang Medical Clinic. It was indescribably weird, but oddly harmonious.
The walls were painted white. Near the entrance, a narrow counter with drawers was placed. Behind the counter was a massive closet with drawers that reached the ceiling, and were arranged adjacent to the wall. Each drawer had a specific type of herbal medicine. They said that Qing Lan would sit there when they opened their business. She would carefully question every patient who came into the store about their condition and signs of illness, then record the information into a small booklet. The patients must then pay ten coins in order to get a numbered wooden token. After that, they could wait for their turns on a long, wooden bench in the hall.
Yang Jing Zhi’s working office would be on the left. She would check the patients according to the number they had registered. After she diagnosed them, she would give them the prescription. The patients would then return to Qing Lan to pay for and pick up their prescriptions. If the patients didn’t want to buy the medicines in their drugstores, they could bring the prescription to another drugstore to buy medicines. However, because Yang Jing Zhi and Qing Lan had to go to the mountains to harvest the plants and process them themselves, some specific herbal remedies would be offered exclusively at Qing Yang Medical Clinic.
And the room with the private bathroom, separated into two parts by a partition, would be Yang Jing Zhi and Qing Lan’s bedroom. In case someone would come at midnight for an emergency case, the two of them would stay in this clinic. They didn’t want to buy another house. They had planned to expand this house into a four-courtyard house when their business bloomed well. It was their dream for the next five years.
Su Shuilian spared two rooms for them in Orchid Garden. When they came to Fan Hua Town, they would stay there. However, after the clinic opens, they won't have much free time.
Lin Si Yao reserved a room in the ancestral hall for her, as suggested by Yang Jing Zhi. On the fifth day of every month, Yang Jing Zhi and Qing Lan would come to Fan Hua Town’s ancestral room to do a health check and diagnose sickness for the villagers. It would be much more convenient for the people living in Fan Hua Town and the two neighboring towns. Su Shuilian anticipated a large number of individuals visiting the doctors. It was certainly more convenient than going to the clinic in the west of the city.
“What were you initially going to give her?” Su Shuilian blinked, asking curiously. Actually, she herself hadn’t had an idea of what to give the others. She had planned to walk around Fan Luo City after visiting Qing Yu Pagoda on the first day of the fourth lunar month and see if she could buy something for them.
“A brand-board, a screen, a vase…” Jiang Ying Yun tilted her head, listing what she wanted to present to the others. In any normal circumstances, those were the top choices to give someone. However, Qing Yang Clinic didn’t need those things.
“Well, isn’t it most suitable to give them screens? I remember Jing Zhi said that she wanted to buy a screen to place in her clinic room.” Su Shuilian thought, then smiled. “Didn’t you notice it? In her examining room, there’s a simple bed under the north window. I think it’s for the patients to lay down when she checks them.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. Alright, I will give her a screen. Um, her clinic isn’t really big. I think a four-piece screen will do. I will choose one with refreshing colors. Ah, right, my embroidery house still has an embroidered picture of sky-blue sprinkle. It’s suitable to make a four-piece screen. Ha ha… I’ve solved my problem… Shuilian, you can’t copy my idea. Tell Jing Zhi for me. Do not let her waste her money on this item.” Jiang Ying Yun’s brows stretched. She smiled, patting Su Shuilian’s shoulder.
“Now I know why you and Jing Zhi have become best friends.” Su Shuilian laughed as she shook her head. They had just met each other once and now they had become the best of friends. Only the frank and generous girls like Yang Jing Zhi and Jiang Ying Yun could do so.
