I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Back to the market, close to the intersection of Weishi and Shenshi.

The old man Xiao Jiang and Zhe Yu disappeared from the original position.

Baicaoshi was anxious and looked for it in the market. The flow of people was still very large, she saw the bullock cart and Mr. Junyi on the bullock cart.

The lotus-leaf umbrella was unusable, and it was placed on the cart, and around Zheyu were all kinds of clay pots and jars. Yesterday, I drank bamboo juice at home, and there was no bowl of chicken soup with the bamboo juice, so Zhe Yu is subsidizing the family? A can also contained a large strip of pork belly and some large bones. He handed over a small box of pastries, "Furong Cake, here it is for you."

Baicaoshi knew that he had no money, where did these things come from? She was not pretentious, took it with a smile, and joked: "You didn't rob the market, did you?"

Before Zheyu could reply, the old man Xiao Jiang burst out laughing: "Baicaoshi, your husband is also a great actor! From the street to the end of the street, the boss who made a trap begged him to leave quickly, and the boss who played tricks gave him coins, even The aunts who sell hibiscus cakes should give him more snacks."

Look, this proper aura of the protagonist, the overwhelming charm of the overlord.

Baicaoshi smiled and sat on the bullock cart, "This is my husband!"

Just, full of pride.

Bai Xiaoshu, who has no sense of existence, why does no one praise him?

A piece of pastry was handed to him, a conscience discovery from his sister. After all, the two of them ran around and haven't eaten yet.

"Thank you, sister." The voice was very happy and crisp.

"Thank you sir...thank you brother-in-law."

"You eat!" Zhe Yu found that she was always looking after others first, and said coldly.

Baicaoshi pursed her lips, sniffed with her small nose, couldn't stop smiling, "It smells so good!"

Life is all about tea and rice, and one cake and one cake. She does not hesitate to praise everyone for their efforts.

"No." She took out two yuan, one for each of the husband and wife.

Zhe Yu took the pastry and took a small bite, it was sweet.

"Uncle Jiang, go to the medical clinic at the west end of the town."

After purchasing daily necessities, do the most important things first. After eating the hibiscus cake, Baicaoshi put away the rest, and whispered to Zheyu, oh, actually said in a low voice, "Guess how much I sold it for?"

Zhe Yu stretched out five fingers.

Baicaoshi naturally snapped off his two fingers, "It's also very powerful, isn't it? Thanks to you."

Thirty taels, for this remote town, it's pretty good.

Zhe Yu twirled his fingertips and nodded.

**

No matter in the new century or in this backward ancient times, medical resources will always be the most scarce.

When they came to the only medical center in the town, they found that the queue was very long, more than ten meters long.

In the front is the pharmacy, where there are clerks weighing medicines, and the medicine cabinets are categorized and labeled. The door curtain hangs down, and there is a small space behind it, which is used for consultation.

Baicaoshi settled down for Zhe Yu, equipped with a standard Maza and water bladder, and went to line up by herself.

The team moves very slowly, and it takes a meticulous process to see, hear, and ask.

After more than half an hour, it will be Baicaoshi's turn.

There was an uproar behind the crowd. Baicaoshi followed the prestige, and saw two guards in black with dark stripes flying off their horses, and there was a pawn trotting over beside him.

It was the wave I saw in the morning - Yan Jing came.

"Doctor Lu, come with us." It was the guard who spoke, with a loud voice and full of air.

How could the patients who lined up be reconciled, and murmured, "Why don't you line up? Everyone has waited for so long."

The guard raised his thick eyebrows, put his hand on the saber at his waist, and raised his finger, "Did you delay the illness of the lord, are you worried about it? Be careful with your head!"

The old man's sigh, the child's cry, and the repressed anger, dare not speak out.

Dr. Lu came out from behind the curtain with the medicine box in hand, shook his head helplessly, and was forcibly taken away.

The manager pressed the crowd, "I'm sorry everyone, the doctor is not here, please come back tomorrow."

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, Zhe Yu lowered his eyes and stood up, being suppressed by Baicao Poetry. "I'll discuss it with them. Xiaoshu, take care of your brother-in-law."

As she spoke, Baicaoshi approached the steward and lowered her voice, "The head of the house, take a step to speak."

"The doctor is not here, so I can't help it." The steward looked at the little girl and shrugged. The patient's mood is understandable, but there is nothing that can be done.

Baicaoshi didn't care, and got behind the curtain first. Seeing someone trespassing, how could the manager tolerate it, and chased him in. The little girl spread out her white palm with a broken piece of silver on it. "Master, please cooperate with me in a play."