Mu Ding'an: "..."

He found that Fu Yan was becoming more and more aggressive with him. At first, she was a little afraid of him and was submissive, for fear of being kicked out, but now she actually dared to challenge him.

Could it be that he felt that he had the ability to make a living and that his poor yard didn't matter anymore?

Huh, let's see if she has the ability to heal diseases first.

After lunch the next day, Mu Ding'an went to the town to blacksmith as usual. He noticed something and looked back. Fu Yan was following behind, carrying a basket on his back.

"You go your way, and I go mine, without interfering with each other," Fu Yan said.

She didn't know the way to the town yet, but knowing that it was street day today, she followed Mu Ding'an to the town.

The town is thirty miles away from here, which is also a long journey, and there are many detours. If you are not careful, you will get sidetracked.

Mu Ding'an continued to walk, his strides were fast, and Fu Yan almost had to jog to keep up. In addition, he was carrying a backpack. After a while, he was covered in sweat, and his face was covered with a human skin mask. He was confused by the sweat.

her eyes.

However, when I think that I will have income, no matter how hard and tiring it is, it is worth it.

Mu Ding'an is a man and does not understand what women need. Even if he knew, he would not consider it for her. Giving her a roof over his head is already his maximum tolerance.

A mirror, a headband, a set of clothes, a menstrual belt, and something for the face—there was so much to buy.

Fu Yan was so tired that he sat on a stone on the side of the road and said, "Tell me how to go ahead."

She walked slowly, not wanting to drag him down. She had a good memory and an accurate sense of direction. As long as he was right, no matter how many twists and turns she made, it would be no problem.

Mu Ding'an looked over and saw a small girl, wearing loose men's clothes, sitting on the roadside wiping her sweat. The basket on her back made her even thinner.

He walked over and took the basket over. He weighed it a little and found that it weighed at least forty or fifty kilograms. Fu Yan spent the entire afternoon on it, and unknowingly, the medicinal materials had become so heavy.

He thought it was only seven or eight pounds.

Fu Yan felt relaxed all over. No matter how long the man took, she could keep up.

She did not thank the man. She earned money to support the family, and he benefited from it. This is what he should do.

The ancient town was no bigger than the modern town, only one-third of the modern town. Although it was a street, the flow of people was relatively sparse.

Mu Ding'an put down the backpack and went to the blacksmith shop. Fu Yan took out the bags of medicine from the backpack and placed them on the ground one by one. She had sorted them into different categories. Although they were not complete, there were medicines for the most common diseases.

, then she opened the rice paper, placed it on the ground, pressed it with a stone, and wrote a line on it: The medicine will cure the disease, and the child will be innocent.

Fu Yan spread another layer of grass, sat down on it, and started waiting for the day.

This medical practice is not like delicious food. As long as it has fragrance, it can attract people. Treatment is an invisible skill. A stranger like her who has never shown up is a Bole patient who needs to prove her skills and then accumulate word of mouth.

stand up.

Sure enough, when people on the street saw that she was just a little girl, they all showed disbelief.

"A girl who is only in her teens wants to study medicine and still does odd jobs at the Yaolu Medical Center. How can she treat people with illnesses? Is this reliable?"

"Yes, if something goes wrong with her food, she won't be able to afford compensation and will have to go to jail."

If anyone cares about her stall, they must be suspicious.

Fu Yan didn't care. If he was just a blind person, there wouldn't be any future for him.

However, after driving more than ten miles early in the morning, her stomach growled with hunger. The steamed bun shop not far away gave off a burst of medicinal fragrance, and she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

It would be great if you have two or three copper coins on hand.

The blacksmith shop was not far away, and the sound of hammering kept coming out, ding ding ding, ding ding ding. Mu Dingan walked out of the shop to drink water, and subconsciously glanced at Fu Yan. He happened to see Mu Yan looking at the bun shop with a look on his face.

A greedy look.

I don't know if it was influenced by her, but his stomach also growled twice.

Looking at Fu Yan's condition, he probably didn't have any business. He didn't want her to have any customers. If someone died, it would be a big trouble.

Mu Ding'an walked to the bun shop and bought two meat buns, a total of six copper coins. He only earned thirty copper coins from blacksmithing every day, and he still had to save money to buy rice and vegetables. Two meat buns were already considered a luxury for him.

one time.

Mu Ding'an ate one in two or three bites. He walked to Fu Yan's stall and handed the meat buns to her. He had a look of disgust on his face, as if he was unwilling to do such a thing.

Fu Yan's eyes lit up and he took the meat buns: "Thank you."

Although Mu Ding'an showed kindness more than once or twice, it seemed to be a rare feeling every time.

The meat buns at this restaurant were quite big. Fu Yan was hungry and gnawed anxiously, choking a little. He looked at Mu Ding'an's retreating figure: "That——"

Mu Ding'an actually knew that he was being called, stopped and turned to look at her.

"It would be nice if I could have some water to drink." Fu Yan said, before Mu Ding'an's face rose with displeasure, he immediately lowered his head in regret.

She couldn't leave. The medicine collected over the mountains was very expensive.
Chapter completed!