"Brother, you also know Feng Shui?!"
Zhang Wei almost spit out the tea he was holding in his mouth.
He looked at Su Chen in disbelief, stood up and ran to his side, asking, "How do you say good feng shui?"
Su Chen glanced at him suspiciously: "Brother Wei, don't you not believe this?"
"I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in Feng Shui. Tell me about it?"
"This house is located on a higher ground, so it's more susceptible to wind, but it faces south, so the easterly sea breeze can't get in, preventing drafts. The wall behind it blocks the cold northerly wind. Plus, the exterior is made of bricks and tiles, and the interior is made of wood, so it should be warm in winter and cool in summer. There are some messy shacks not far ahead, but the persimmon tree in front of the house blocks them, so they're not affected..."
Zhang Wei walked under the persimmon tree to take a look, then stepped back and said, "It's true. Those messy sheds are an eyesore. Now that they are visible, they look much better."
The middle-aged man said proudly: "This persimmon tree was planted by my grandfather when I was born."
"My grandfather also built this house, but it's a pity that he didn't live to see me start a family and build a career."
Zhang Wei asked, "Where are your parents? Aren't they home?"
The middle-aged man pointed behind him and said, "Look, I guess he's tidying up the vegetable garden. My wife has a job and is at work, and the kids are at school."
As he spoke, he looked at Su Chen expectantly: "Master, do you want to go to my room and take a look?"
"I'll check in the kitchen first."
"……ah?"
Su Chen patiently checked the water, rice, seasonings, and even firewood used in the house. Finding no problems, he then turned to the dried goods and cured meats hanging on the wall under the ceiling.
"Master, are you suspecting my wife of poisoning this?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously, then shook his head. "That's impossible, isn't it? My family eats these, and they don't do that."
Su Chen glanced at him calmly: "Do you have any taste preferences?"
The man was stunned, then slapped his forehead and said, "Mushrooms! I've loved eating mushrooms since I was a child. My mom would fry a plate of them, and I could eat them all. I won't..."
As he spoke, his face turned pale.
"This woman is so vicious! She actually poisoned the mushrooms I ate!"
Zhang Wei was also somewhat indignant: "Brother, if we find out later that she really poisoned me, you have to go to her workplace and report it. This kind of woman is unacceptable, and she can't get away with it."
The man gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, I'm the pillar of the family, this vicious woman!"
When the two of them were united in their hatred for the enemy, they heard Su Chen say quietly, "Forget it. Your uterus is full and bright, so there is no problem between you and your wife. Even if there is poison, it was not her who gave it to you."
The man was stunned: "Master, then, who could be trying to harm me?"
Su Chen paused holding the thing and handed the bag to the man: "Here, this is the bag. Where did you get it?"
"This bag?" The middle-aged man fished out a few dried red mushrooms from the bag and thought carefully. "The village chief gave this to me when I returned from Jiangtian Village two weeks ago. He said the villagers picked and dried them on the mountain themselves, and it didn't cost them much. Why did he poison me? I didn't do anything to him."
The man was puzzled and asked again, "No, Master, what kind of poison is this?"
Su Chen picked out a few red mushrooms from the pile: "Here, this is the poison."
"……ah?"
"This isn't the red mushroom we eat in Cuicheng. It's smaller than regular red mushrooms, and its appearance is similar to that of red mushrooms. Non-professionals can easily confuse it. I guess the villagers couldn't tell the difference and picked the wrong one. However, its taste is very different from red mushrooms, and it's a bit spicy."
The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly: "This..."
He recalled carefully and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes. I was wondering why my wife put chili peppers in her pork rib soup recently. Even the mushrooms taste a bit spicy. Turns out..."
"It's not just spicy," Su Chen glanced at him meaningfully. "Eating this poisonous red mushroom not only causes delirium, but also the impaired consciousness, emotional instability, delusions, and hallucinations you've shown. The biggest symptom is nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and diarrhea. Don't you have that?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man scratched his head guiltily and laughed dryly.
"Isn't it true that I'm always drunk when I come back? Isn't it normal to vomit when drunk? Also, it's been cold lately, and I've always had diarrhea when it's cold..."
Zhang Wei was speechless.
"So you ate poisonous mushrooms and went in, but you didn't even know you were poisoned, and you thought you were haunted by a ghost?"
The middle-aged man chuckled: "How would I know that the dried mushrooms someone gave me were poisonous?"
As he spoke, he paused, "So, Master, did someone really poison me?"
Su Chen nodded: "I will pick out the poisonous mushrooms for you and burn them. I will write you a prescription later. You can drink some of the medicine and you will be cured in two days at most."
"Hey hey hey, okay, thank you Master, thank you Master."
The middle-aged man smiled, but when Su Chen handed him the selected dried mushrooms, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Yes, or should we just throw these red mushrooms away?" he muttered. "What if we don't pick them all? I don't want to be unable to sleep for another three days and three nights."
"Really don't want it?" Su Chen asked.
The man nodded decisively: "No, I'm afraid of being poisoned again."
"Okay, I'll take it." Su Chen said as he sat down, "Do you have paper and pen?"
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Su Chen wrote a prescription for the man, hesitated for a moment, asked the man to sit down, and took his pulse again: "Your kidneys are also weak, how about I treat you together?"
Zhang Wei immediately perked up: "Brother, can kidney deficiency be cured?"
Su Chen glanced at him strangely and said, "Since it is an illness, it can naturally be cured. However, this brother's condition is quite serious. If you want to be cured, you will probably need to take about fifteen doses of medicine. It is best not to smoke or drink during the medication period."
As he said this, he looked at the middle-aged man and signaled him to make the decision.
The man chuckled, "Master, go ahead and prescribe. I'm already sick, so I'm going to take a long sick leave and promise not to drink for half a month."
Su Chen quickly wrote the prescription, and the man went upstairs obediently. After a while, he gratefully handed Su Chen a red envelope.
"Master, thank you so much, thank you so much."
"By the way," he turned to look at Zhang Wei, "Brother, please help me take the master back later. I'll give you the fare, it's still 7 yuan."
On the way back, Zhang Wei kept hesitating to speak.
When they arrived at Chunming Street and watched Su Chen get off the bus, he sighed.
"It really can be cured... Never mind. Anyway, I know where that big brother lives. I'll go ask him about the effect in half a month. If it really can restore my virility, I'll ask him for a prescription."
Anyway, Su Chen is setting up a stall on Chunming Street. He is familiar with A Yu and A Biao, and they won't run away, so he doesn't care about these ten days or half a month.
Thinking of Zhang Wei, I felt happy.
Old Zhang looked up and saw Su Chen passing by. He hurriedly asked, "Young man, how is that man? Was he really poisoned by his wife?"
Su Chen laughed: "No, he likes to eat red mushrooms, but there are poisonous red mushrooms mixed in with it, so he got poisoned."
"There are poisonous red mushrooms among the red mushrooms?" Old Zhang was surprised.
"Well, poisonous red mushrooms taste very spicy, so they are easy to identify."
"Oh, you are really knowledgeable, young man."
Su Chen waved to Lao Zhang and returned to the front of the hardware store.
A Biao's shop was open, Lin Jingyu's stall was set up, and even his fortune-telling stall was set up, but there was no sign of the two people. Looking into the distance, Su Chen saw the two people burning paper in front of Ye's Noodle House. He shook his head slightly.
At this moment, a young man rushed over from the other end with great momentum.
Before I even got close, I started yelling, "The old man is finally dead. Get out of here! This shop is mine!"