Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Song Pan'er left the yard. Qin and Song Changshou came out to see her off. She turned around and waved, "Go back. No need to see me off."

Qin sighed, then took a few steps forward and said, "Pan'er, come to our house often to play."

Song Pan'er nodded and urged Lao Lu to leave.

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Feng Jing wanted to go back to Songjiabao together, so the job of driving the carriage naturally fell on him.

Looking at Song Pan'er and Qiuqiu in the cold wind, he couldn't help but say, "Pan'er, come sit in the carriage with us."

Song Paner: ...

Why doesn't she come and sit in the carriage? Is it because she doesn't want to?

It’s the stubborn old donkey who won’t give in!

Sure enough, without her having to answer, the old donkey just ran away.

Feng Jing: ...

He turned around and asked Feng Nian'er in the carriage, "Pan'er's donkey...has always been so...eccentric?"

Feng Nian'er closed her eyes and said, "Uncle, you'll get used to it."

Feng Jing said "hmm" as if he understood something.

When they returned to Songjiabao, Feng Jing, Song Dahe and Qian Jinfeng were all very happy to see him.

Feng Nian'er let Feng Jing live in the yard that was originally allocated to her.

In the evening, Feng Jing changed into thick clothes and took the golden needle left to him by Old Master Feng when he went to the Song family for dinner.

His medical skills were really mediocre. He heard that Song Pan'er had learned some very powerful acupuncture techniques and was known as the "little miracle doctor". He planned to give the golden needles to her to thank the Song family for saving Feng Nian'er and taking such good care of her.

Song Pan'er liked the set of gold needles very much and didn't hesitate. But after Feng Jing came back from dinner, she took out several photocopied military medical notes from the supermarket and asked Feng Nian'er to pass them to Feng Jing.

She felt that the reason why Feng Jing's medical skills were mediocre might be that he did not take the right approach.

If you are not good at Chinese medicine, then try being a battlefield doctor.

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Feng Jing didn't think anything of it when he got the notes, but after he flipped through a few pages, his expression changed instantly.

"Chun Nian'er, this is such a precious thing, return it immediately!"

Feng Nian'er: ???

"Everyone has to learn this. Is it very precious?" She really didn't understand, because everyone in Songjiabao, regardless of gender, age or status, had to learn what was in the notebook, but the little ones had to learn it in more depth.

Feng Jing: ...

He looked at the military doctor's notes and then at Feng Nian'er's expression.

Well, maybe he really was making a fuss out of nothing.

Feng Nian'er then spoke up, "Uncle, it's just right that you're here. Remember to come to my pharmacy tomorrow to help. I'll pay you a salary of one penny a month. If my medicine sells well, I'll give you a commission."

Feng Jing didn't think there was anything wrong with helping his niece, but he shouldn't ask for wages.

"I'm your uncle, isn't it a bit awkward to ask for wages?"

Feng Nian'er glared at him, "Uncle, even brothers have to settle accounts. How can you eat without wages? Can you farm? Or work in a workshop?"

Feng Jing wanted to say that he could still do his old job, but then he thought again, the whole Linjiang County knew that Song Paner was a "little miracle doctor", and there probably wouldn't be a market for a bell doctor like him.

He smiled awkwardly, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll listen to your arrangements. Whatever you say is what I'll do."

Then, early the next morning, Feng Nian'er handed him the prescription and asked him to prepare the medicine according to the instructions.

Feng Jing: ...

Oh my god! What the hell is this?

"Nian'er, is this the medicine you learned and the medicine you prescribed?" Feng Jing was at a loss holding the prescription, his tone extremely sad.

How could she, a little girl,...how could she...this is outrageous!

Feng Nian'er blinked, "Xiaoshuo, I know what you want to say."

"But uncle, my father has no talent at all, and you don't have any talent either. Why do you think I have it?"

"I can delve into this field and make a lot of money."

"Practicing medicine to save the world, that's something I don't even dare to think about!"