Traveling into the era: I messed with Dr. Xie and got turned on

Chapter 107 You Still Believe in Feudal Superstition

"Yes! Mutton-fat jade is indeed valuable, but if it is not an ancient jade passed down by your family, it is best not to wear it, especially if there is blood on the jade." Xie Yan smiled and took Tang Man's hand. "Manman likes jade bracelets. When we return to Beijing, I will make one for you."

Tang Man was not very interested in whether it was a jade bracelet or not. Instead, she was more interested in what Xie Yan said. "Why?"

"Most jade with blood stains is dug out of the soil. Jade is a spiritual thing. Ancient jade is likely to record some grievances and hatreds. These things are likely to bring some bad things to the new wearer."

Tang Man had never heard of these before, but some horror movies did feature various strange events caused by ancient jade. Of course, she was still surprised that Xie Yan, a grown man, believed these things, and she said half-jokingly.

"You still believe this? Aren't you afraid that if someone hears you, they will accuse you of practicing feudal superstition?"

"Anyway, it's always better to be more careful." Xie Yan used his free hand to touch Tang Man's head without giving any further explanation.

He didn't know what other families were like, but the Xie family had always believed in it. Xie Yan also believed in some of the rules passed down from generation to generation in the family, which were not unreasonable.

As they were talking, they turned a corner and a man suddenly jumped out from the opposite side and blocked their way.

Xie Yan immediately raised his hand to block Tang Man. Tang Man frowned and looked vigilantly at the old man who suddenly appeared.

The old man looked quite old, with messy gray hair hanging down. It was already winter, but he was only wearing a thin, worn, patched piece of clothing.

The old man seemed to realize that his behavior was a bit rash, and he took two steps back, laughing awkwardly, "Little comrade, I'm sorry to scare you."

Xie Yan nodded calmly and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

The old man hurriedly said, "It's like this. I just noticed that you seem to be an expert when I was setting up a stall in the black market. I happen to have some old items at home. I wonder if you are interested in taking a look."

"No thanks!"

Xie Yan refused without a second thought. These things were what the Xie family had the most. He had no interest in them. He had only taken a look at the calligraphy and painting when he saw Tang Man wanted the pair of vases. It also happened that Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting was one of his grandfather's hobbies, so he thought of buying them all and taking them back to give to his grandfather.

The old man's eyes darkened, but he didn't insist anymore. He stepped aside apologetically without saying anything more.

"Uncle, where is your home?" Tang Man asked, and then pulled Xie Yan's hand, "Brother Yan, I want to see."

Xie Yan is not interested in old items, but Tang Man is very interested. With someone who knows the business by his side, he could take advantage of the low prices now and buy more. Who knows how much he can earn in the future!

The old man's eyes lit up and he said quickly, "My home is not far from here, it only takes about 20 minutes to get there."

Seeing that Tang Man was interested, Xie Yan did not stop her. "Manman wants to go and see it. We will go there later. We should meet up with Yonglin and the others in a while."

Tang Man also thought that the time agreed upon with everyone was approaching. If they didn't go, Zhou Yonglin and the others would be anxious, so she asked the old man for the address and agreed to go there after dinner.

After dinner in the evening, they said goodbye to Zhou Yonglin and the others and went to the old man's house.

When the two arrived, the old man was already waiting at the door. When he saw them appear, he immediately greeted them with a smile while holding up an oil lamp.

After greeting each other, the old man led the two into the house. His house was quite big. It was a blue brick and tile house left over from the past. However, perhaps because it had not been well maintained, it looked very dilapidated.

As soon as I walked into the main room, I heard a violent coughing sound coming from the room next door, and there was a smell of medicine in the room.

"That's my son. He's not feeling well. You guys sit here for a while. I'll go get the things out." The old man said, lit the oil lamp, and went out carrying it.

After a while, the old man came in carrying a backpack. He put the basket on the ground and took out the things inside.

He carefully took out a few scrolls, and then took out porcelain and pottery jars engraved with exquisite patterns, a copper incense burner, several bronze artifacts and several strings of copper coins.

Tang Man picked up an item curiously and looked at it carefully. She found that these old objects were very exquisite, but some parts were worn or damaged.

Are these all true?

She had only seen these things in museums in the real world, and now it felt quite novel to be able to play with them.

"Cough cough..." There was another violent cough, followed by a rustling sound in the room, and then a pale-faced man walked out holding the wall.

The man was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, holding a handkerchief to his mouth, and kept coughing. He saw the people in the main room, then looked at the pile of things on the ground, and shouted anxiously, "Dad... cough cough..."

The man had just opened his mouth when he began to cough violently. He leaned against the door with difficulty, trying to keep himself steady. Every cough seemed to use up all his strength, but he still couldn't stop.

"What are you doing out here?" The old man quickly stood up and walked over to support his staggering son, and helped him walk into the house. "Okay, okay, don't worry, they are all dead things, if they are gone, they are gone, why are you in such a hurry?"

"But... ahem... all of them... stay..."

"I know, those are all left by our ancestors, but people are dying, why do you still care about them? Let's exchange the money for medical treatment first. Only when the disease is cured, there is hope."

The father and son in the room were still talking on the floor.

Tang Man played with the old items for a while, then tilted her head to look at Xie Yan, "Brother Yan, have you finished reading?"

"Yes! They are all real. Some of them are pretty good and worth some money." Xie Yan put down the scroll in his hand and looked at Tang Man. "Manman, I..."

"Go! See the doctor first." Tang Man considerately took out a pair of silver needles and handed them to Xie Yan.

How could she not know?

Her husband's compassion as a doctor began to stir again.

"Then wait for me for a while." Xie Yan said to Tang Man, holding the silver needle, he quickly walked to the door and knocked on the door. "Uncle, can I come in? I'm a doctor. I can check on your son."

"Then... thank you for your help." The old man hesitated for a few seconds and invited Xie Yan in.

Zhou Linyi waved his hands and said, "No... ahem... no use... ahem... old... problem..."

"Let Comrade Xiao take a look at it for you. What if the doctor's opinion is different from that of other doctors?" The old man hurriedly pulled his son's hand over and looked at Xie Yan apologetically. "Comrade Xiao, thank you for your help."

"It's okay." Xie Yan put his hand on Zhou Linyi's wrist and took his pulse.

After taking Zhou Linyi's pulse, he opened the silver needle, asked Zhou Linyi to lie down again, and gave him a few more injections.

The person who had been coughing violently before gradually stopped coughing, and even his breathing became much smoother than before.