Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Ying Yanyu was stunned for a while before asking: "How much is the cucumber?"

Hu San said "Ah": "What cucumber? Just now, did the store provide sex.interest.products? I didn't see it, did you use it?"

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the pharmacy.

Ying Yanyu gritted his teeth angrily: "Can you decorate your mind with normal things?"

Hu San feels pretty good about himself.

Wen Cheng squinted her eyes, took a wet tissue from the drawer to wipe her hands, and said while wiping, "Three yuan and four."

Ying Yanyu nodded, touched his wallet, and said to Hu San: "Give me 16.6."

"Well, you only have the five hundred and two?" Hu San gave him Zhang Twenty's, "I don't even use your money to call a girl, why are you so poor?"

"you shut up!"

Ying Yanyu gave the money, saw a doctor again, and finally walked out leisurely with two small bags of medicine in hand, then turned a corner, stood at the intersection and hugged his head.

"What are you doing?" Hu San asked him.

"Ahhh!" Ying Yanyu shouted at him.

"...What, what's the matter?" Hu San wondered, "It's not a shame not to lift it, it's a shame in general, you should be careful."

"..." Ying Yanyu let out a breath, turned around and left.

"Hey! Are you participating in the competition on August [-]nd? Can I register for you?" Hu San asked.

"Report! I'm out of money!" Ying Yanyu roared.

"Okay." Hu San rubbed his nose and walked in the opposite direction.

......

Wen Cheng sat in the Waldemar Pharmacy until seven o'clock in the evening, and only earned three yuan, which was the diagnosis fee given by the child who came to see the stomach disease just now.

"Doctor Wen, are you leaving?" Qin Hui greeted him.

"En." Wen Cheng didn't know him well, and they usually didn't have a few words when they sat together.

"Be careful." Qin Hui suddenly said.

Wen Cheng paused, then turned to ask him, "What do you mean?"

Qin Hui's square face showed a hint of reluctance: "The man just now, my classmate in junior high school, used to be a school bully, and he beat people very hard. If he knew that you prescribed medicine indiscriminately, he might come here to cause trouble."

"Oh." Wen Cheng glanced at him, a little annoyed.

Go fucking prescribe drugs!

Can he, a postgraduate who graduated from a key Chinese medicine university, prescribe medicines to people indiscriminately?

Are you a charlatan yourself and think everyone is like you?

"Okay, I'll go first." Wen Cheng rarely lost his temper.

He is too lazy to explain.

After all, who would have thought that he would come here with a diploma like this, earning those three dollars every day.

"Doctor Wen, see you tomorrow!" The shopping guide and pharmacist stood behind the counter and waved enthusiastically.

Wen Cheng also nodded with a smile.

When he walked home, he could smell the fragrance outside the iron gate.

"Wow, woof, woof!" Wu Zui's ears were sharp, and when he heard him coming back, he rushed down from the roof of the building, and when he jumped up, he hugged his thigh with his front paws.

Wen Cheng and it looked at each other for two seconds.

Then he asked from the bottom of his heart: "Why are you ugly again?"

Wu Zui didn't understand, and tilted his head.

It would be cute if it was put on a good-looking dog, but it would be annoying if it was put on Wuzui.

The dog was short and strong, with black hair around its mouth, and looked like a rough guy in his 50s or [-]s.

"Chengcheng is off work?" Grandma Zeng came out of the room, her short gray hair was styled with mousse, and she was meticulously divided into threes and sevens.

"Hey, what did Grandma cook? It smells so good." Wen Cheng dragged the dog, climbed up the stone steps, and entered the small courtyard inside the house.

Just in time for the sunset.

The faint afterglow sprinkled on the small pond on the right side of the courtyard, a warm light.

"I didn't do anything. I steamed two pieces of sausage and the jar of bayberry wine. I dug it out." Grandma said.

Wen Cheng thought about the jar of wine, a little greedy: "Is there a guest coming?"

"That's right, the kid next door, he told me this morning that he would come over for lunch, but he hasn't arrived yet, so it must have been delayed by something," the grandma said, thinking for a while, and discussing: "Chengcheng, why don't you explain?" Can you two meet tonight?"

"Tomorrow..." Wen Cheng entered the room, stood in front of the calendar and looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more something was wrong, he took out his phone to glance at it, and then laughed angrily.

"Grandma! Where did you buy this calendar?"

"Let me think about it? It's only four yuan at a stall in the vegetable market!" Grandma echoed in the kitchen.

"Four dollars?" Wen Cheng wrote it down, "This is last year's calendar!"

He even lied to the old man's money!

Four yuan is enough to kill you.

Wen Cheng tore off the calendar on the wall and took it away curlyly.

He remembered that there was a seller of almanac at the back door of the vegetable market, so it should be him.

"Chengcheng, what are you talking about? I'm free tomorrow, right?" Grandma Zeng's ears are a little deaf, and sometimes she doesn't hear it, so she just thinks about what she wants to hear.

Wen Cheng didn't correct him either: "Grandma said I'm free, so I'll be free. I'll go buy some tomorrow morning... What do children usually like to eat?" You can't eat as lightly as him, it's like penance .

"Oh, I forgot to ask, you can make boiled beef, you are good at it." Grandma Zeng usually doesn't like to cook, and she only helps Wen Cheng because she is tired from work, but her skills are not very good.

Every time an outsider came to visit, Wen Cheng had to step in.

"Boiled beef... OK." Wen Cheng thought about it, and it should be good to make it spicy.

After dinner.

Grandma Zeng went out to dance again. Before she left, she reminded her: "Remember to collect the medicines that were dried upstairs. It will rain in the middle of the night."

Wen Cheng nodded quickly.

The older generation can tell whether it is cloudy or sunny by looking at the weather, which is much more accurate than weather forecasting.

Half of the top of the building is a pond, and the bottom is covered with mud, and the lotus leaves are growing just right.

And cool.

The two bedrooms on the second floor do not need to install air conditioners, and the walls are soaked in cool water.

The other half is for drying clothes and medicine.

Wen Cheng bent down and pinched the thin slices of Danshen and Baibu, and they dried up, and the thick slices were almost there.

He piled the bamboo baskets into a pile, picked them up and was about to go downstairs, but he caught a glimpse of a person on the mountain from the corner of his eye.

But when he looked over carefully, the man disappeared again.

The cloudy mountain wind stirred the bamboo forest in front of the house, and the dark green that had settled down rattled.

"Wow, woof, woof!" the dog chained in the yard barked.

Wen Cheng's face turned blue, he didn't dare to look any further, and ran downstairs directly.

He ran so fast that he didn't even notice that the medicinal herbs in his hand fell off.

He rushed straight into the bedroom, threw his things away, locked the door and closed the windows, and walked back and forth nervously.

He inspected the house repeatedly, as if making sure that he was really the only one here.

After Granny Zeng came back from dancing, she found that the light in the living room on the second floor was still on. She wanted to turn it off, but then remembered what Wen Cheng said before she moved in.

"If I don't turn off the light at night, I leave it on, it has to be on."

She sighed and went back to sleep.

Early the next morning.

The rain poured down.

Wen Cheng didn't sleep almost all night. He put his hands on the edge of the sink, brushed his teeth with his head down and looked ugly, and didn't dare to look in the mirror.

"Chengcheng! Breakfast is on the table! I'm off to morning exercise!" Grandma Zeng shouted from downstairs.

Only then did Wen Cheng regain his senses, spit out the foam in his mouth, and shouted, "It's raining!"

"We have an indoor playground!" Grandma Zeng is very obsessed with exercising. She said that she has no children, and if she can't walk, she will be in trouble.

Wen Cheng didn't object anymore, and said, "Be careful."

In the living room on the first floor, steaming buns with soy milk are placed on the table.

Wen Cheng picked it up and took a sip. It was warm and sweet, and it soothed the tense nerves.

"Wow." Seeing that he was about to leave, Wu Zui yelled quickly.

Wen Cheng gave it half a steamed stuffed bun, and went to the vegetable market with the calendar.

Because of the rain, there were no various vegetable stalls on the street, and it became empty.

He wasn't sure if the kid would come or not.

As a result, as soon as I got off the vegetable market, I saw someone beside Fat Brother's grocery store.

Not only saw it, but also surrounded by a circle of aunts and uncles.

"What are you selling?" the uncle asked.

"[-]." Ying Yanyu said.

"Really? How much is a catty?" the uncle asked.

Ying Yanyu seemed to think for a while before saying, "Eight yuan and eight?"

The uncle immediately sneered: "Liar!" and left.

Ying Yanyu scratched his head resentfully, he didn't understand the market either.

After listening to it for a while, Wen Cheng felt a little strange, why is there someone selling Panax notoginseng right now?

Spring notoginseng will have to wait until the end of next month to dig.

When he walked over, he could feel Ying Yanyu's gaze cast over him instantly.

"Uncle, it's a coincidence." Ying Yanyu smiled.

Wen Cheng didn't answer, squatted down and glanced at the medicinal materials on the plastic sheet, and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "These notoginseng products are quite good, and they are as good as the ones I grow."

Ying Yanyu was inexplicably silent for a few seconds, and said with some difficulty: "Ah? You planted Sanqi? Where did you plant it?"

Wen Cheng said, "On the mountain..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong, raised his head and looked at Ying Yanyu for a while, and asked, "Did you steal my medicine?"

"Look at what you said," Ying Yanyu waved his hands, slightly raised his buttocks sitting on the bench, "Can I say so!" Then he ran away!

"..." Wen Cheng was completely shocked this time, standing still and watching the bastard run away.

"Why are you standing there stupidly! Chase!" The fat second brother suddenly shouted!

The onlookers on the sidelines also shouted.

"Chasing! If you don't chase, you will lose your chance!"

"Chase!"

"Come on!"

So, amidst the shouts, Wen Cheng closed her umbrella and chased him out!

Like a scumbag who runs away from the heroine in an idol drama.

Crackling raindrops hit the ceiling of the vegetable market.

Wen Cheng rushed into the rain curtain and followed the road twice, but no one was there.

Fuck!

He tore his soaked clothes, dropped the umbrella to the ground, got angry, and kicked it twice, then picked it up and put it on his head, wiped his face, and walked back wearing his muddy white sneakers.

"Hey, didn't you catch up?" The fat second brother laughed happily, "That kid can really run, it's a pity that he didn't go to a sports school."

Wen Cheng was still gasping for breath, he stood still and turned around.

"Are you going to transform?" The fat second brother asked him.

Wen Cheng immediately lost his temper: "Where's my Panax notoginseng!"

"Ah," the second brother was taken aback, "That kid just turned back and picked it up."

"...You just watch?" Wen Cheng asked.

"No, he was too fast, so he rushed over, bent over to gather the plastic paper, and ran away again! There was not even a 1.5 second pause in the middle!"

Wen Cheng looked at the only plastic bench for children left behind, a vein popped up on his forehead, resisted kicking, and took it away.

After tossing this trip, he sweated again, his clothes were stuck to his body, and he panicked.

But business still needs to be done.

He stabilized his emotions, carefully selected a series of things such as beef, loofah, pepper, ginger and garlic, and thoughtfully bought cold cakes and cantaloupe.

After all, there are guests at home.

Still a kid.

It can't be too messy.

But when he came home and saw the bag of sanqi in the kitchen, the two veins on his forehead were all stretched out.

"Grandma," Wen Cheng asked, "Where did this sanqi come from?"

Grandma Zeng laughed and said: "Didn't I tell you that the kid next door was coming to eat? He is sensible and even brought such good medicine. Don't you like it too?

Can you not love?

I worked so hard!