Chapter 29 The 28th Golden World

What kind of person is the patient? This noun, like many other nouns, has many different interpretations. Some people explain: A patient is a person who is sick. Such a patient is certainly justifiable, but it is not quite right. Sometimes people who are not sick are also sick. For example, people who have been injured or poisoned, can you not count them as sick? cannot. ※※※ It's still spring. March is the dense spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies. The snow has melted and the ground is green. Guo Dalu was standing under the green shade, dazed. He was really startled, because he didn't even pay attention when Yan Qi came over.

Yan Qi could have scared him, and she really wanted to. But seeing his appearance, Yan Qi couldn't bear to scare him anymore. What does he look like? He looked like he didn't eat enough, didn't sleep enough, and had lost a lot of weight. Yan Qi sighed softly, walked over quietly, and when she walked in front of him, a smile appeared on her face, and she asked, "Hey, what are you in a daze for?" Guo Dalu raised his head, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly said: "Do you know what kind of person a patient is?" Yan Qi said: "It's a kind of sick person."

Guo Dalu shook his head. Yan Qi said: "No?" Guo Dalu said: "At least not completely." Yan Qi said: "How should I say it is correct?" Guo Dalu thought for a while and said: "In the eyes of the children, as long as they are lying on the bed and cannot move, they are sick. Such people are not necessarily sick." Yan Qi said: "You are not a child either." Guo Dalu sighed, and said: "In my eyes, patients are just people who are particularly good at spending money." Yan Qi said: "What are you talking about?" Guo Dalu said: "This is the truth."

He was telling the truth. Although the patient cannot drink alcohol, he must take medicine. Not only medicine, but also supplements, which are usually more expensive than wine. Of course Yan Qi also knew that this was the truth, because there are now three patients in this place. Lin Taiping's injury is still not healed, and there are more Hong Niangzi and Wang Dong. Yan Qi straightened his face and said, "Even if it's true, I'm afraid it shouldn't be said that way." Guo Dalu smiled wryly: "I really shouldn't say that, but I have to say it." Yan Qi said: "Why?"

Guo Dalu said: "Because I'm almost turning into a dead person now." Yan Qi said: "Dead?" Guo Dalu looked at the pile of things in front of him, and said with a bitter face: "If it goes on like this, it won't take two days. I don't think I can jump into the river." In front of him was a stack of bills. The bill means the kind of list that someone asks him for money. Guo Dalu took out one from the middle, and read: "Five taels of pure bird's nest, twelve taels of silver." He slammed the list down heavily, and sighed: "A nest made by a bird can be so valuable. If we had known this, we might as well become a bird, so as not to be forced to pay by the medicine shop."

Yan Qi smiled and said: "You are just a bird, stupid bird." Guo Dalu sighed longer, and said: "I believe that even if it is a real dumb bird, it will never take care of the account." Yan Qi blinked and said, "Who asked you to manage the accounts?" Guo Dalu pointed to his own nose and said, "I——I am a dumb bird." It is true that he himself rushed to manage the account. Lin Taiping, Hong Niangzi and Wang Dong couldn't move anymore, he and Yan Qi were the only ones who could move, but there were many things to do. Yan Qi asked him: "Do you want to be a housekeeper or an accountant?"

Without even thinking about it, Guo Dalu hurriedly said, "Take care of the accounts." In his mind, managing accounts is much easier and more enjoyable than cooking medicine and porridge to serve patients. Only now did he realize that he was wrong, very wrong. Guo Dalu smiled wryly: "I originally thought that there is no easier thing in the world than managing accounts." Yan Qi blinked and said, "Oh?" Guo Dalu said: "Because in the past few months, we had no accounts to manage." Yan Qi said with a smile: "Even if there is an account, it is still a muddled account."

Guo Dalu said: "Not bad at all." He sighed again, and continued: "At that time, if we had money, we would eat and drink a little. If we didn't have money, we would hold back. It doesn't matter if we don't eat or drink all day." Yan Qi said: "At that time, at least we can come up with ideas together and find money." Guo Dalu said: "But now it's different." Yan Qi nodded slowly, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, saying, "It's really different now." Patients can neither be hungry nor not take medicine. So whether they have money or not, there is a fixed amount of expenses every day that cannot be saved.

That was quite a lot of expenses. There is not even one person who came up with ideas to find money. Yan Qi has to be busy taking care of the patients, and Guo Dalu has to use his brains desperately to get credit. Guo Dalu sighed, "I'm just wondering about one thing." Yan Qi said: "What's the matter?" Guo Dalu said: "Although I have never been in the Jianghu, I have heard many stories about heroes in the Jianghu. Why have I never heard of someone worrying about money?" He smiled wryly, and said again: "Those people seem to be pulling out a lot of money at any time, and the money seems to have fallen from the sky."

Yan Qi thought for a while, and said: "If someone tells our story in the future, they will never say that we worry about money." Guo Dalu said: "Why?" Yan Qi said: "Because storytellers always think that others don't like to hear these things." Guo Dalu said: "But it is true." Yan Qi said: "Although the truth is true, there are not many people in this world who dare to tell the truth." Guo Dalu said: "Why don't you dare to say it? What are you afraid of?" Yan Qi said: "I'm afraid others won't listen."

Guo Dalu said: "Could it be that those who tell stories are idiots, don't they know the truth and people like to hear it!" He thought for a while, and added: "Those mythical stories may sound more enjoyable, but the real things must be more touching to others. Only stories that can really touch people's hearts can exist forever." Yan Qi smiled and said: "You'd better tell these stories to these storytellers." Guo Dalu said: "Are you too lazy to listen?" Yan Qi said: "Yes." Guo Dalu said: "What do you want to hear?" Yan Qi said: "I just want to hear how much money we have lost?" Guo Dalu sighed and said, "Not much—less than ten thousand taels of silver." In the eyes of some people, the shortfall of ten thousand taels of silver is indeed not much. From the point of view of Guo Dalu when he was rich, this deficit is not too much. The question is not how much is short, but how much you have. Yan Qi said: "Are you in a hurry to pay back the ten thousand taels of silver?" Guo Dalu said: "The person demanding the bill has already forced me to jump into the river, are you in a hurry?" Yan Qi said: "How much do we have left?" Guo Dalu sighed: "It's quite a lot... add three qian, and you can make up one or two taels of silver." Yan Qi also started to be dazed. The difference between one tael of silver and ten thousand taels of silver is a difference of nine hundred and ninety-nine taels of silver. Everyone will calculate this account. So Yan Qi could only be taken aback. After being stunned for a long time, he sighed and said, "Now I finally understand what it means to be poor." Guo Dalu said: "You didn't understand until now?" Yan Qi nodded and said, "Because we didn't have any money before, but we didn't owe anyone else, so we can't be considered poor." Guo Dalu sighed: "Now as long as I don't owe other people's debts, I would rather live on the ground for three days and three nights." Yan Qi said: "It's a pity that even if you climb for three years, you still can't get ten thousand taels of silver." Guo Dalu said: "It doesn't need 10,000 taels, just more than 9,900 taels." Yan Qi said: "The question is how do you get the nine thousand nine hundred taels of silver?" Guo Dalu smiled bitterly and said, "I have no other way." Yan Qi said: "Me neither." Guo Dalu blinked and said, "Why can't we be robbers?" Yan Qi said: "Because we are not robbers." Guo Dalu said: "What kind of person can be a robber?" Yan Qi said: "The kind of person who is not human." Guo Dalu said: "Can we rob the rich and help the poor?" Yan Qi said: "I can't." Guo Dalu said: "Why not? Those who rob the rich and give to the poor are not robbers, they can only be regarded as thieves and heroes." Yan Qi said: "Who do you want to rob?" Guo Dalu said: "Those are rich and unkind profiteers, corrupt officials who exploit the common people." Yan Qi said: "Whose poor are we going to help when the robbery is over?" Guo Dalu said: "Of course it is to save our own needs first, and help our own poor." Yan Qi said indifferently: "Then it's not a hero, it's a bear." He continued: "It's because there are many people in the world who have such bearish ideas, that's why there are so many robbers in the world." Perhaps most robbers in the world come from this idea of ​​deceiving themselves. Guo Dalu thought for a while, and said with a wry smile, "According to what you said, it seems that we have only one way to go." Yan Qi said: "Which way?" Guo Dalu said: "Repudiation." Yan Qi said: "Do you know what kind of person you need to renege on a debt?" Guo Dalu knew, so he sighed, and said, "The kind of shameless person." Yan Qi said: "Can you renege on your debt?" Guo Dalu said: "I can't." What's more, even if he can renege on his debts, he won't do it. Wang Dong's injuries are still not healed, and they need to continue to take medicine and tonic. If you have failed this time, who will give you credit next time?