Author: Wen Jiutao

After dinner, the "Fuxi Sutra" in Jiuli's mind began to turn the pages again. When she practiced Qigong in the past, there was no one at home. If she didn't want to be seen by others, she would not be seen in the backyard a little later.

But it doesn't work now, there is one more person at home. Although he is seriously injured, there is nothing wrong with his brain. He is very conscious.

Jiuli entered the West Room and first studied the medical skills, and did not come out until very late.

She did not go to the backyard immediately, but stood at the door of the east room. When she heard the steady breathing coming from the house, Jiu Li walked briskly into the backyard.

The martial arts that appeared in her mind now were all things she had never seen before in her previous life, and the moves were a bit unfamiliar. After trying it a few times, she mastered the essentials.

The moonlight tonight was a little hazy, and everything under the moonlight was dreamy. Jiuli put away her last move, and in a good mood, she walked into the front yard under the moonlight.

When passing by the door of the east room, she paused for a moment. The door of the east room was ajar, and a wisp of wind gently blew in.

Jiuli was in a daze. When she passed by here just now, the door was tightly closed. Could it be that it was blown open by the wind?

She glanced at the crack in the door again. Sankui was lying quietly on the bed, breathing evenly.

Jiuli scratched her head and said to herself, "Maybe I'm overthinking it?" She walked towards the west room with brisk steps.

He opened the door, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, she got up very early and quickly prepared breakfast and lunch. She was going to the market today. If she came back late, someone at home would be hungry.

Qilang has been coming here recently. If the place at home was spacious, he would live here. Although he has never seen the true face of Luo Sankui, who is wrapped like a rice dumpling, he doesn't like him.

He always felt that they were all arranged by Mother Sang and Mrs. Ruan, and they were the ones who harmed Sister Jiuli. If it weren't for Jiuli's advice, he wouldn't have come to take care of him.

It was also for the sake of Sister Jiuli's relief that he would work hard to accompany him to recovery. He hoped that he would get well soon and that he could leave here after he recovered.

As soon as Qilang entered the house, he would pull Sankui out of bed and not allow him to lie on the bed. When he was free, Jiuli used the wood in the backyard to build a wheelchair for Sankui, and Qilang would push him to bask in the sun in the back yard.

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Although it only lasted a few days, Sankui recovered quickly.

After Jiuli prepared everything, she walked towards the market in the town with her backpack on her back.

There are many people at the market, especially the herbal medicine market.

The fat lady had already arrived and had occupied a stall for Jiuli early, right next to her. When Jiuli passed by, she also specially left a vegetable pancake for Jiuli.

"Girl, have you eaten?"

Jiuli smiled and nodded.

Maybe the fat lady didn't understand it, or maybe she didn't see it.

She took out a warm vegetable pancake from her basket and said, "Girl, my second daughter made it specially for you. You can eat it while it's hot."

Jiuli took it in her hand gratefully and took a big bite.

After a while, a big piece of cake went into my stomach.

The fat aunt was very enthusiastic. She approached Jiuli and whispered, "Is it delicious?"

Jiuli nodded vigorously.

"My second girl is good at craftsmanship and good-looking."

Jiuli smiled, took out the herbs from the basket, and placed them on the stall in front of her.
Chapter completed!