Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

【There are always people who don't know how to be kind】

The old doctor Bian once again offered to spend money to buy the prescription, but Ye Fan refused decisively.

Repeatedly, he also saw that Ye Fan was not trying to make money, so he couldn't help but admire him even more.

Ye Fan was not sloppy, and even wrote down the formula of chilblain ointment—to be exact, copied—Fat Tuan held up the virtual panel, Ye Fan held the brush, and followed the traditional Chinese characters on it with light strokes and heavy strokes Mapping.

Looking at his two strokes of "dog crawling", the old doctor's beard trembled.

He worked hard for a while to maintain a dignified expression, took the prescription from Ye Fan, and bowed solemnly, "Xiao Langjun is so righteous, I thank you here."

Ye Fan hurriedly turned his body, but didn't accept it, "Sir, you're such a brat."

The old doctor Bian laughed, and said: "To put it bluntly, if Mr. Xiao Lang has any urgent needs in the future, I, Ji Sheng Tang, will definitely help me."

Ye Fan was waiting for this sentence.

He grinned, and unceremoniously climbed up the pole, "I really have something to do, I want to ask your old man for a favor."

The old doctor Bian raised his eyebrows, and the way he looked at him suddenly changed.

Ye Fan acted as if he couldn't see it, and said with a smile on his tender face: "The boy made a pot of medicinal wine a few days ago. I don't know how it works. Please give me some pointers..."

The old doctor Bian frowned.

Ye Fan hurriedly said: "Sir, don't misunderstand, the kid doesn't want to pull the flag of Jishengtang to do illegal things, but he is just afraid that something will go wrong if he is not good at learning, so he wants to ask you to watch over him."

——As long as you have the "appraisal" of Jishengtang, do you still worry that the medicinal wine cannot be sold?It would be even more perfect if Mr. Bian discovered the benefits and was willing to sell one or two.

Old doctor Bian put his hands behind his back and said seriously: "You should know that I, Jishengtang, will never speak out for self-interest."

"That's natural." Ye Fan smiled, neither humble nor overbearing, "The boy will not smash his own signboard for profit."

The old doctor Bian chuckled, which was meaningful.

Ye Fan had a cheeky face and laughed together.

In fact, Ye Fan had something to ask for, and old doctor Bian was more at ease and more at ease with the prescription of chilblain ointment.

***

I wasted half a day in Jishengtang, and it was noon when I left, which was the busiest time for restaurants.

Yu Dalang returned to the village after sending Ye Fan to the village, and agreed to pick him up in the evening—the family was still waiting to use charcoal, and he didn't want to delay it for half a day. earned money.

Buying food, recruiting workers, and revitalizing the winery—this is what Yu Dalang is looking forward to, and he also believes that Xiaolang today will be able to do it.

At this time, Ye Fan, who had high hopes, was standing at the door of the restaurant, looking around.

Not far from the city gate, there are two rows of low-rise houses built along the street, most of which are for small businesses, among which the most are tea sheds and restaurants.

Sister Ye's restaurant is at the northernmost point, the location is not conspicuous, and there are not many diners in the restaurant.Even so, she was a bit too busy alone,

Ye Fan looked in through the raised wooden window, and saw her coming out of the back kitchen with a large plate of fried beans with pork skin.

A customer who looked like a shopkeeper took a sip and praised: "Today, the pigskin is stewed soft and tastes good. It's not bad."

Sister Ye replied familiarly: "Thank you for your praise, eat more." After saying that, she returned to the back kitchen with a smile, but she didn't see Ye Fan.

It was a guest who was facing the window, who suddenly took a look out, "Hey, which young man is so handsome?"

The guests looked over one after another.

No matter how thick-skinned Ye Fan is, he still has a fever on his face.He touched his nose, headed towards the threshold.

Someone raised his voice and said, "Sister-in-law Fan, here's a guest!"

"Sit down when you come, what do you want to eat?" Sister Ye didn't show up, and the warm greeting came out first,

Ye Fan coughed lightly in embarrassment, "Sister, it's me."

The curtain was lifted, revealing Sister Ye's surprised face, "Fanzi, why are you here?"

Ye Fan handed the goose cage forward, and said with a smile, "It's an errand sent by the third sister."

Sister Ye rushed out to greet him and dragged him inside.

There were many female customers eating in the store, and they stared at Ye Fan intently.

Some of the older ones asked without hesitation, "Sister Fan, who are you?"

"My mother's brother."

"This appearance and demeanor are no worse than your family's scholar!"

Sister Ye smiled bluntly and accepted the praise.

Against the eyes from all directions, Ye Fan ran into the back kitchen as if fleeing.

Sister Ye couldn't help laughing, "It scares you, why can't you see people?"

"Where am I afraid? Isn't this thinking that you are busy, don't waste time." Ye Fan defended himself with a smile.

"It's really busy." Sister Ye put the goose coop behind the door, turned around and moved a small basket for him, "Just sit down, and we will go home when the guests at these tables leave—are you hungry?"

As he said that, he stuffed him with a steaming steamed bun, "Put the cushion first, and I'll cook something delicious for you when I get home."

Ye Fan obediently gnawed on the bun and stopped disturbing her.

Sister Ye is really busy. She has to greet guests, cook and serve dishes, and collect money to settle the bill. When she encounters those who are owed on credit, she has to take time to write them down.

There is no menu in the store, and she often does what the customers say to eat, hot buns for a while, stir-fry vegetables for a while, shabu-shabu and water for a while, and care for the fire in the stove, the whole person is spinning like a spinning top like.

Ye Fan moved the scorpion to the side of the stove, and added a handful of firewood to it.

"When did you learn how to make a fire?"

"Is there still a need to learn?" Ye Fan added a lot of straw to the stove in one breath, deliberately making a proud look.

"See if you can do it." Sister Ye poked his forehead, eyes full of relief.

Ye Fan had a smile on his face, thinking secretly in his heart that he had to find a way to help the elder sister.

***

As there was a market today, there were more customers for dinner. Sister Ye wanted to refuse, but was stopped by Ye Fan.By the time the last guest was sent away, it was already midnight.

Sister Ye tidied up a bit, then closed the shop door, and took Ye Fan home.

Her home is not far from the restaurant, just walk one street further north.

The three earthen kilns face south, and the doors and windows look very old.There are not many furnishings in the room, but it is clean.

Sister Ye led Ye Fan into the cave dwelling on the west side.

Before he could sit still, he heard a shrill female voice from the courtyard, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Sister Ye was pouring water for Ye Fan, when she heard this, she hurriedly put down the tea bowl and greeted her, "My brother is here, so I closed the shop. Mother, have you eaten yet?"

"Can I still starve to death?" Mrs. Fan stabbed sharply, hummed, and said, "If you don't wash the vegetables and mix the noodles at this time, what will happen to you at night?"

Sister Ye explained angrily: "My brother came to deliver the goose baby, so I will take a break today."

"Who cares about that thing! If it's good, it won't reach our house!" Granny Fan suddenly raised her voice, as if she was afraid that Ye Fan wouldn't be able to hear it.

Sister Ye's complexion changed, and she said calmly, "Mother, you can go to the house and rest. Dalang is on vacation today and will be back later."

It's okay not to mention Fan Dalang, but when Fan Dalang is mentioned, that old woman Fan sat down on the ground and threw a tantrum——

"My poor grandson, he lost his father a long time ago! If it weren't for that, there would be no need for him to be so lonely and helpless..."

"My son, I blame you for being a bad reincarnation. If you don't have such rich and noble relatives, if you also have a general as a backer, how can you lose your life!"

"Oh! Son! Grandson!"

Pozi Fan closed her eyes, crying in a long and short voice.

Sister Ye's face was ashen, and her heart, liver and lungs ached with anger.

Mrs. Fan pointed out that Sang scolded Huai not once or twice, she was used to it, but today in front of Ye Fan, Sister Ye was wronged and angry, wishing to have a big fight with this wicked mother-in-law.

Of course, it's just thinking about it, even if she is not afraid of someone poking her back, she still has to take care of Fan Dalang.

The only good thing is that Ye Fan stayed in the cave all the time and didn't come out, so he couldn't see Mrs. Fan's embarrassing appearance, which was to save some face for her as a big sister.

Ye Fan didn't show up on purpose, so he didn't want to rush to scold him.

Mrs. Fan's words reminded him of what happened back then.

Five years ago, the eldest brother-in-law Fan Huai fell into the "immortal dance" set up by the opposite family, and was sued for imperial court. Not to mention his death and family ruin, the family members and young children almost became official slaves.

At that time, all the relatives and old friends of the Fan family were afraid of avoiding them. Only Father Ye saved his daughter, nephew, and Mrs. Fan out after exhausting all his connections.

Unexpectedly, this Mrs. Fan was not only ungrateful, but also blamed Old Man Ye for not helping her.

— Are you sick?

Ye Fan really couldn't think of a more appropriate adjective.