Xiao Feng and the others looked at Zhao Guo'an with a strange expression, thinking, has this guy lost his mind?
With so much junk lying around, even scrap collectors might not want it. If this can be called a treasure, then wouldn't the piles of trash at the recycling center be gold mines?
But at this mont, they saw Zhao Guo'an storming angrily into the house, looking like he was ready to have a showdown with Shao Wenxing.
"Wait a minute!"
Xiao Feng stopped him, having seen before how Zhao Guo'an was afraid of death and valued his life, and knew he wasn't the type to voluntarily put himself in danger. Clearly, he was truly upset this ti.
"What's going on?" Xiao Feng asked.
Zhao Guo'an opened his palm and said angrily, "Take this scale beam used by Le Xianyang, for example. In our industry, it's a gem; for the country, it's a national treasure witnessing history.
Yet, such a good item was thrown into the yard like garbage, which is blatant disrespect!"
"Who is Le Xianyang?" the little girl nestled in Xiao Feng's arms raised her head to ask. Although she usually teased Zhao Guo'an, she admired this knowledgeable young doctor of traditional Chinese dicine.
Zhao Guo'an said, "A person from the early Qing Dynasty, who founded Tongrentang single-handedly."
Lu Yao continued to ask, "How do you know this scale beam was used by him?"
"There are words on the scale beam."
Zhao Guo'an replied, then picked up a bronze ring that looked like a thumb ring not far away and said angrily, "And this."
"What is this?" Lin Jiaxuan curiously asked.
"Tiger prop," Xiao Feng answered for Zhao Guo'an, "It's sothing like a status symbol."
"To be precise, every disciple of the dicine King would carry a tiger prop," Zhao Guo'an replied sullenly, "Because only the dicine King could treat a tiger without being attacked."
Lin Zhiyan asked suspiciously, "Treat a tiger?"
"Legend has it that once when the dicine King went into the mountains to gather herbs, a tiger suddenly jumped out on the road. The dicine King only had a carrying pole with him, and using it against a tiger was like an egg knocking against a rock.
But the tiger did not attack him; it just opened its mouth and looked at him. The dicine King noticed that a large bone was stuck in the tiger's throat. Driven by a healer's instinct, he wanted to help remove the bone.
To remove the bone from the tiger's throat, he had to reach his hand inside, which was dangerous. If the tiger closed its mouth in pain, the arm would surely be bitten off.
At this point, the dicine King noticed the bronze ring on the pole. Using the ring to prop the tiger's mouth open, he didn't have to worry about safety, and the tiger was successfully rescued.
The na 'tiger prop' cos from this," Zhao Guo'an explained in detail to everyone.
"Is this tiger prop also an artifact?" Xiao Feng asked, shaking it on his finger.
"No, it's just ordinary bronze," Zhao Guo'an shook his head but snatched the tiger prop back: "Don't shake it randomly. When I was young, my master and I almost got beaten up for shaking the tiger prop randomly."
Xiao Feng beca interested: "You shook the tiger prop, and your master also got beaten?"
"There are many rules in this line of work," Zhao Guo'an said with a bitter smile, "like about seniority..."
"No need to talk about seniority," Xiao Feng interrupted, "I just want to know why you and your master got beaten."
"..." Zhao Guo'an looked constipated. Why does this guy always like to find amusent in my suffering?
"Actually, we're pretty curious too," the little girl said, and the others nodded in agreent.
Seeing he had no choice but to speak, Zhao Guo'an sighed and said, "I was about five years old, roaming the streets with my master as a traveling doctor.
This type of doctor could judge a practitioner's dical skill level, and even their fee, by how they shook the tiger prop.
Shaking it in front of the chest indicates a general skill level, just enough to venture out; shaking it at shoulder level shows high skill; shaking it over the head ans very high skill."
"So you got beaten because of a wrong shaking position?" Xiao Feng asked.
"Half correct," Zhao Guo'an said, "Usually, except for other practitioners, no one would seriously bother you about it. But that ti, I ignorantly shook the prop while passing a pharmacy."
"What does that an?"
"Pharmacies all enshrine the dicine King's tablet, so no matter how skilled a doctor is, shaking the prop in front of a pharmacy is seen as disrespecting the founder. Getting beaten is mild; you'd also have to offer incense and apologies in front of the dicine King's tablet."
Everyone had a sudden realization, finally understanding the background.
In fact, every industry has its rules. Outsiders don't understand, simply because they aren't insiders.
At this mont, Xiao Feng urged, "Go on, the good part hasn't started yet."
"What good part?" Zhao Guo'an looked puzzled.
"The part about you and your master being passed by. Forget about your master, mainly talk about how you got beaten," Xiao Feng looked very interested.
Everyone found themselves speechless, and Lu Yao couldn't help but whisper, "Brother Yanhuang, you should stop bullying Zhao Guo'an all the ti."
Zhao Guo'an gratefully glanced at Lu Yao, thinking finally soone couldn't stand it and spoke up for him!
Xiao Feng rubbed his nose, looking helpless: "To be honest, I don't consciously aim at Old Zhao, but I can't help it. Every ti I see Old Zhao, I can't stop wanting to poke fun at him. Seeing him in trouble makes inexplicably happy. It's so bizarre!"
After saying this, he walked over to Zhao Guo'an: "Old Zhao, what I just said is from the heart. It seems like you truly have an aura that makes one want to bully you upon eting you. I really can't help it."
"That's true, that's true, I can prove that everything Brother Xiao Feng said is true," the little girl raised her hand, "because I feel the sa way, so Zhao Guo'an, please understand us. We really an no harm."
"Hehe..." Zhao Guo'an really didn't know what to say. So, in the end, it turns out to be my fault?
How crazy can you people be!
But after all this commotion, Zhao Guo'an's anger toward Shao Wenxing diminished significantly. Looking at the open door, dark and gaping like a giant beast's mouth, he couldn't help feeling a bit hesitant.
If I rush in alone, who knows what traps are waiting for to fall into.
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