After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

"Ouch!" Old Man Zhang could not help but shout. The villagers who were watching were stunned for a few seconds. Those who were nearby reached out to help him, but they all stopped at the same time.

"What is this for? Help him up quickly." said the head of the village.

“No need…” Mr. Zhang stood up by himself, but his movements were not very flexible. Not sure if he had sprained his waist. Ding Xirui turned his head to take a few more glances.

"Are you okay?" Lin Mingxuan stepped forward and asked.

"Of course I'm fine..." Mr. Zhang still had a proud look on his face, but his expression was a little distorted, "You don't hope for good in others, and you have a bad conscience..." he muttered.

Ding Xirui pulled Lin Mingxuan back and said, "Forget it. It's useless to care about him in this state now. Just ignore it."

"Brother Zhang, you're really okay. You're not young anymore, so don't get hurt." The head of the village walked over and took him around to look around.

"I'm fine, I just want to take my son away. You asked me to take my son away." He said unhappily.

The headman let him go, walked up to Zhang Cong, and continued, "No one stopped you. Ah Cong was having a great time and didn't want to leave. Why did you force him to leave? He will go home when the time comes. Don't worry about it."

"I..." Old Man Zhang looked around at the onlookers and couldn't find anyone to speak for him. He glared at Zhang Cong and squeezed out of the crowd angrily.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the villagers dispersed.

"Go home and eat."

"Okay, let's move our arms and legs in the morning. I'm really feeling a little hungry now."

The villagers left one after another, and soon Zhang Cong was the only one left in the alley. "Do you want to come in and have some soup?" Ding Xirui asked while gesturing.

"Young Madam, forget it. If his father finds out, he will cause trouble again." Banxia stopped Ding Xirui.

"Yes." Ding Xirui shrugged helplessly. Zhang Cong was supposed to be very smart, but he was ruined by a quack doctor. His talent for painting could still be brought into play. As a father, Mr. Zhang must feel even more heartbroken when he sees this. Therefore, he would rather Zhang Cong not have such talent, and he doesn't want to see it, so as not to be sad.

Zhang Cong on the side was unmoved. He finished the cake in his hand, saw that the ground near the opposite wall was empty, so he walked over with a branch and continued painting.

Ding Xirui looked at it for a moment and couldn't help laughing. What Zhang Cong drew was exactly the scene of the argument between several people just now.

"Young Master, Young Madam, Zhang Cong is really talented." Banxia said.

"Yeah, he can remember the movements and reconstruct what happened, which is amazing."

"Why don't we give him paper and pen and let him try?" Lin Mingxuan said.

"Okay." Ding Xirui nodded, turned around and wanted to go back.

"But..." Banxia held her back, "Madam, what's the use of using pen and paper? He can't go out to work like this."

Ding Xirui stopped. Banxia was telling the truth. Zhang Cong had intellectual problems. He couldn't communicate with others normally. Even if he had talent, what was the use? Even if he could use pen and paper, it would only add to his regrets.

Lin Mingxuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's not think too much about it. Today we are just seeing if he can put pen to paper and display his talent. He will definitely be able to use his talents in the future."

"Ok."

Several people returned to the yard, took pens, ink and uncut large papers, and came to Zhang Cong.

"Use a pen and draw on it." Ding Xirui gestured while Lin Mingxuan demonstrated by using a pen to write on paper.

When Zhang Cong saw the pen, he smiled, threw away the stick in his hand, grabbed the pen with one hand, and reached for the ink-filled pen tip with the other hand.

"Be careful!" Before Ding Xirui could stop him, Zhang Cong had already gotten his hands full of ink. He looked at his hands curiously, continued to smile, and then directly used the pen to poke the earthen wall next to him.

"Don't..." Banxia didn't stop him, and the pen became Zhang Cong's toy.

"It seems that we thought too much." Lin Mingxuan sighed and looked at the brush, feeling a little distressed. Ding Xirui looked at the cheerful Zhang Cong and suddenly felt relieved, "It's okay. If you can't use paper and pen, just use a wooden stick. If you can't use it to make money, just treat it as fun."

"It's time to eat!" An Yumo shouted to them in the yard.

"Okay, here we come!"

In the last two days, we ran out of food and could no longer give porridge and rice to the villagers. When it was time for dinner, the courtyard was empty and everyone was a little uncomfortable, but they finally didn't have to squeeze around to find a place to eat. Breakfast was shepherd's purse pancakes and porridge. A large stack of pancakes was served on the table, and soon only the bottom of the plate was left.

"Doctor Lin!" An old lady walked into the yard.

Lin Mingxuan put down the bowl in his hand and stood up.

"Auntie, what can I do for you?"

"I heard you were leaving soon, so I came to give you money for the medicine." The old lady took out a small bag from her sleeve. The bag was wrinkled and it was unknown how long it had been hidden.

"Auntie, don't be in a hurry." Ding Xirui swallowed the last bite of the cake and signaled everyone to speed up and clear the dining table. She ran quickly into the house to get the booklet.

"I've taken a lot of medicine, how much should I give you?"

"You..." Lin Mingxuan turned around and saw Ding Xirui coming to him and opening the booklet.

"You are Ma Sanxi's mother, right?"

"Correct."

"You have taken the Huanyang Decoction for three days and the liver and kidney nourishing medicine for two days. Ten cents will be enough." Lin Mingxuan said.

"Ten cents?" The old lady couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it originally cost several dozen coins, but Magistrate Li came and said he would find a way to get the county to pay more silver, so everyone has to pay less."

"Okay... okay..." The old lady smiled, took out ten cents from the small bag and handed it to Lin Mingxuan.

"Thank you, Dr. Lin!"

"Take good care of yourself!"

The two men escorted the old lady out of the yard. An Yumo and others had already vacated the small table.

"We originally planned to collect the money tomorrow. Now that some people have arrived, let's assign the tasks." Yuan Sanxing said.

"it is good."

After some discussion, Yuan Sansheng became the shopkeeper, and Xiaohu and Xiaobao helped. The old lady who paid the money walked along the way, spreading the news along the way, and soon many people came to line up.

"Doctor Lin, I don't need to pay fifty cents. I really only need to pay ten cents?" a man asked.

"Yes, this time we have Lord Li to help."

"Great."

The money required was less than before, and the villagers who had seen the doctor felt that they had made a profit. When they received the money, they were actually a little happy. Lin Mingxuan and Ding Xirui helped to tidy up the order and went out with the medicine box for the follow-up visit.