"Dormitory Head Qin, this old man has been tired for days and caught a cold. That's why he fainted. I have already prescribed him three decoctions. These decoctions have to be boiled three times a day for three consecutive days. As long as he sweats, this old man's cold will be removed. After the cold is removed, let this old man rest for a few days and he should be fine …"
Inside the inn, Xia Pingan followed the doctor out of the room. The doctor was in his fifties. His surname was Bai and he carried a medicine box. He was a famous doctor in the surrounding villages. Xia Pingan had asked the inn's staff to use a carriage to invite him over. He had just finished treating Chang Sang Jun and was coming out of the room.
"Okay, other than taking medicine and resting, what else should we pay attention to?" Xia Pingan asked respectfully.
"Well, these few days the old man's spleen and stomach are weak. It's not good for him to eat too much. It's best to only drink some millet porridge. After the old man recovers, he should be fine after eating some meat soup!"
"Thank you, Doctor Bai!" Xia Pingan personally sent the doctor out of the inn and paid the doctor. Then, he asked Ah Niu to drive the carriage to send Doctor Bai back.
Doctor Bai prescribed some ephedra, kudzu root, basil leaf, fangfeng, cinnamon branch, dahurian angelica, and other herbs.
When they returned to the inn, Xia Pingan took the medicine to the kitchen and personally boiled it for Chang Sang Jun.
The medicine jar was a common item in the inn, so it was convenient to boil the medicine.
Bian Que, the general manager of the inn, did a good job. The inn was located in Bohai County and it was very large. The entire inn covered more than twenty mu and surrounded a huge courtyard. It was right beside the road to the city and there were more than forty rooms. Other than Xia Pingan, there were also other people in the inn. They were all Bian Que's subordinates. They were in charge of the kitchen, the stables, and the guest rooms. Bian Que, the dormitory head, was in charge of the bookkeeping and management of the inn.
Because Bian Que was honest and intelligent, and knew how to write, even though he was young, he had quite a bit of prestige in the inn. He was deeply trusted by the owner of the inn, and was considerate to the people in the inn. Thus, he was deeply trusted by everyone, and this inn welcomed merchants and travelers from the south and north every day, and business was good.
"Ah, Dorm Leader, why are you boiling medicine in the kitchen? Let me do it …" After Xia Pingan boiled the decoction for a while, Zheng Guan, who was in charge of the kitchen, was startled when he saw Xia Pingan boiling the decoction. He hurriedly came over to help Xia Pingan boil the decoction.
"No need, no need. There are too many people in the tavern now. You can just summon the guests outside. Don't delay the tavern's business. I'll take care of it …" Xia Pingan hurriedly waved his hand and asked Zheng Guan to do something else.
How could Xia Pingan let others take care of the old immortal? He had to do it himself to show his sincerity.
"Okay, dorm head, call me if you need anything!"
"Okay, go do it!"
In less than an hour, Xia Pingan had finished boiling the decoction. He took the decoction and waited for it to cool down before carrying it to the room.
Chang Sang Jun was still pretending to be in a coma due to a fever. Xia Pingan helped Chang Sang Jun up and fed him the decoction spoonful by spoonful.
After taking the decoction, Chang Sang Jun opened his eyes in a daze and looked a little more awake. "Ah, where am I?"
"Sir, you're in the tavern!"
"Why am I here?"
Xia Pingan then told him how he brought Chang Sang Jun to the tavern. "Sir, you're tired and you've caught a cold. You should rest in the tavern for a few days. We'll talk about it again when you're better!"
Chang Sang Jun fixed his eyes on Xia Pingan. All of a sudden, he let out a sigh as he struggled to get up from the bed, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Xia Pingan. But I've escaped here without any money. I'm afraid that I can't afford the tavern …"
"Don't mention it, sir. If you have money, you should save people. If you don't have money, you should save people. It's fate that brought us together. Just rest here. I'm in charge of the tavern. I'll be responsible for all your expenses. Don't worry about that. Have a good rest!"
After comforting Chang Sang Jun, Chang Sang Jun lay down to have a rest. After a while, Xia Pingan served some millet porridge to Chang Sang Jun.
Under Xia Pingan's care, Chang Sang Jun's body gradually recovered. When Chang Sang Jun's body gradually recovered, Xia Pingan brought Chang Sang Jun some meat soup. He had the people in the inn boil some hot water for Chang Sang Jun to bathe. He also bought new clothes for Chang Sang Jun.
In less than five days, Lord Chang Sang gradually recovered, and his complexion improved day by day.
… …
One day, when Xia Pingan was checking the accounts in the tavern, he suddenly heard the neighing of horses and the clamor outside the door. At first, Xia Pingan didn't care about it. As there were so many guests in the tavern, it was normal for horses to bite and kick each other in the stables. Therefore, there were people taking care of the stables. Generally, in such a situation, they only needed to drive away the horses that were fighting.
Only after a short while, Ah-Niu ran in, panting. Looking at Ah-Niu's face, Ah-Niu almost cried out, "Head, bad news! A fine horse fainted in the stables. Those guests said that there's something wrong with the fodder that we feed the horses. They want us to compensate them with a horse …"
In this age, the value of a horse was almost the same as that of a car in the future. Ordinary people would have to pay a lot of money to buy a horse. If they were poor, a horse would cause a great loss to their family. Therefore, they had to borrow money to afford it.
"Ah-Niu, don't worry. Let's go out and see what's going on …" Xia Pingan told Ah-Niu as he walked out of the room with Ah-Niu.
Hearing Xia Pingan's words, Ah-Niu threw a grateful glance at Xia Pingan before following Xia Pingan out of the tavern and came to the stables in the courtyard.
There were 7-8 horses in the stables. There was also a big red horse lying on the ground stiffly. White saliva was coming out of the horse's mouth from time to time. It seemed that it was dying.
Some guests with bags on their backs were surrounding the stables and quarreling with some waiters in the tavern. The smell of gunpowder was strong.
"This horse was still fine when we came here yesterday. But in just one night, this horse can't take it anymore. It must be because of the fodder you fed to my horse. Either you compensate me, or you buy me a new high-quality horse …"
Those guests with bags on their backs had traveled extensively. They even carried swords and sabers with them. Their attitudes were tough and they were not to be trifled with.
"Dear guests, the fodder that we feed the horses is here. You can check it. The other horses are fine after eating it. Only this one collapsed. This means that it's not because of our fodder. If there's a problem with our fodder, all the other horses here would have collapsed. This horse should be sick. If it's sick, it's none of our business …" A waiter in the tavern argued.
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