The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

Song Yunran was actually quite satisfied with the second room. It was large in size and it was originally a restaurant, so all she needed to do was change the decoration style.

She thought the employees were pretty good, even more professional than those at Fuyunlou.

Because Liuli was here, Song Yunran didn't show any special fondness, and her face remained indifferent.

The three of them continued to walk towards the third shop, and Liuli chattered non-stop along the way.

"Sister Yunran, I've heard about you and my uncle. Are you really unwilling to marry my uncle?"

After Liuli asked this question, a barely perceptible uneasiness flashed across her eyes.

"I don't want to, and I don't want to. It's impossible for him and I to be together, so don't ask me about it."

Song Yunran was not stupid. This little girl was just trying to help Pei Xuanmo get some information! How could she possibly give her this opportunity?

"But..."

Song Yunran interrupted Liuli directly: "Do you want the friendship between you and me to be broken because of him?"

"I don't hope, Sister Yunran, I am me! He is him! Don't ignore me if I don't ask you."

Liuli quickly took Song Yunran's arm and immediately explained her position to her.

"Then remember what you said!" Song Yunran glanced at her calmly.

Liuli looked at Song Yunran and nodded seriously. She was slightly relieved when she found that the other party had no intention of driving her away.

Losing my friend Sister Yun Ran for a man, no! Absolutely impossible!

Liuli silently prayed for her uncle in her heart: "You old man, you better pray for your own happiness! I can't help you. Who told you to leave such a good girl behind?"

Because Liuli was there, Song Yunran no longer had the heart to look at the third shop. He just took a quick walk around and went home.

Liuli sent someone to send her back to the palace. Before leaving, she happily told Song Yunran that she would climb out of the dog hole to play with her tomorrow.

Seeing how happy she was, Song Yunran couldn't refuse and could only smile and nod helplessly.

As soon as Liuli left, Song Yunran planned to go back to her room to sleep, but the old man stopped her again.

"You were the one who cured the poison in King Ming?"

Seeing how serious he looked, Song Yunran knew that she couldn't escape again.

“I solved it.”

"Please teach me! I want to learn too."

The other person smiled so brightly that Song Yunran couldn't resist and could only nod in agreement.

The old man took Song Yunran to the pharmacy with a smile on his face, picked up a pen and paper and looked at her seriously.

Looking at his disciple who was so fully equipped, Song Yunran cleared his throat and began.

"He was poisoned by the Eighteen Scholars."

The old man's eyes darkened, and he repeated in a low voice: "Eighteen Scholars?"

"Yes, it is also called Wenzhulan. I found out at that time that he was taking medication to control it, but it was not completely eliminated."

Song Yunran guessed that this was probably the first time he heard of this poison.

"I was the one who controlled him, otherwise he would have died long ago." The old man snorted arrogantly.

If you knew he would treat his master like this today, he probably wouldn't have helped him in the first place.

"To cure this poison, you must use silver needles to force the poison out, and then you have to drink medicine for a while to consolidate it."

As soon as the old man heard about the silver needle, he lost his composure and looked at Song Yunran with bright eyes.

But Song Yunran didn't plan to teach him how to use needles today, because acupuncture points are complicated and it takes a long time to become familiar with them.

“I can’t teach you today.”

"Why?" When the old man heard that he couldn't learn, his face immediately fell.

Song Yunran picked up the paper and pen, drew two strokes, and then felt uncomfortable: "Go get me some charcoal, preferably some long and thin ones."

For Song Yunran, writing with a brush is fine, but painting is really a bit difficult.

The servant at the side cleverly ran to the kitchen and carefully selected some carbon bars.

After Song Yunran took it, he began to draw seriously, and soon a complete human body came out.

The old man next to him was stunned. It was too realistic!

Even if this girl doesn't become a doctor or run a restaurant, she probably won't starve to death. With her skills, she can get a good job in the government.

The painters in that yamen don't have this kind of painting skills. The suspects they draw are at most 70% like the real person. But if this girl were to draw it, it would probably be exactly the same.

There are four acupoint pictures in total, one for the whole body, one for the head, and two for the front and back.

Song Yunran clearly marked the name of the acupuncture points on each picture, and gave detailed explanations.

"Remember these acupuncture points first, and then I will teach you the acupuncture techniques."

The old man looked at the acupuncture point maps in his hands with surprise, and his hands began to tremble with excitement.

"Five days. In five days I will be able to recite it by heart."

Seeing how serious he looked, Song Yunran felt comforted and thought that this disciple was not bad.

"Come on! I'm waiting for your good news. I'll go back and get some sleep first."

This time the old man didn't hold Song Yunran's hand. He was so absorbed in the acupuncture point map that he just waved his hand and asked her to leave.

After returning to the room, Song Yunran locked the door and ran straight into the space.

Now, she is lying under a peach tree with a facial mask on, her mind full of whether or not to open a restaurant in the capital.

She had originally planned to come to the capital next year, but now it has been brought forward. Given her current situation, it would be risky for her to open a restaurant.

It would be better to use this year to first deal with the three existing restaurants and then train a group of top-notch employees, so that opening a restaurant in Beijing will be foolproof.

After Song Yunran thought it through, she finally made a decision to come here again next year to open a restaurant and buy a house here, and then bring her mother and others over.

"Girl! Are you asleep?"

When Nan Xing's voice came in, Song Yunran immediately took off the mask on her face and flashed out of the space.

"Not yet. Is there something wrong?" Song Yunran didn't even bother to open the door and asked in a hoarse voice.

Nan Xing was obviously a little hesitant. After a moment of silence, he said, "The Ming King is here and is outside now."

"No, I'm sleepy, don't bother me anymore." Song Yunran refused without hesitation.

Because now, whenever she heard his name, she felt particularly uncomfortable in her heart, because she would think of what he said about giving her the position of principal wife.

It was really too depressing, Song Yunran couldn't stand it.

"Okay!" Nan Xing became visibly happy when he heard Song Yunran say he didn't want to see her.

It’s just as well that we don’t meet. It would be better if we divide them quickly so that my son can have a chance.

Nan Xing ran to reply to the old man with a smile, and in front of Pei Xuanmo, she said that Song Yunran didn't want to see him.

Looking at Pei Xuanmo's long face, Nanxing felt even happier. She thought that a man who was fickle was indeed not worthy of her own girl.

The old man was also very satisfied with Song Yunran's answer. His master deserved better. A man who took a concubine before having a wife was really not worthy of his master.

"Ming Wang, you heard it too. It's not that I don't want you to meet, but my master doesn't want to see you. How about you go back first?"