Huang Yuheng was very excited, "Show me."

"I've made a discount. Just turn it over."

Huang Yuheng opened those two pages and the first woman to come from Beijing married a local, gave birth to a daughter, and is still alive.

The one who could have so much trouble searching for Wei Lianying and An Lehou could not have been a girl.

Huang Yuheng didn't stop for a long time and turned to another page.

What caught my eye were three familiar words.

"Qin!Mu!Xu!"

"Father Qin'an, a native of Xiaogang Village, Fenghuang Town, was on the border of the army. When he was discharged from the army, he returned home with a baby. His wife died of childbirth and his name was unknown."

Huang Yuheng closed the book, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Qin Muxiu...is interesting, and is getting more and more interesting."

......

In the middle of the night, Qin Muxiucai and Zhuzi arrived home.

When Zhao Jiner saw the medical books she had lost and recovered, she hugged Qin Mu happily.

"How did you do it!"

Zhuzi chattered and told Zhao Jiner about Qin Muxiu's plan.

Zhao Jiner became more and more moved, "Mr., you are so nice to me."

Looking at Zhao Jiner's little face that was a little red because of excitement, Qin Muxiu's complicated mood finally cleared away the clouds.

"My husband should. However, you have to memorize these books as soon as possible."

“Why?”

"Recite it down and burn it."

Zhao Jiner immediately understood that keeping these things will cause troubles.

"I see."

But I feel extremely sad. Learning medical skills and curing diseases and saving people is a great thing, but because of the personal desires of some people, I want to burn these great works of medicine.

Qin Muxiu knew that his wife would definitely be depressed and comforted her, "You remember it in your heart. If you have the chance in the future, I will accompany you to write them out again, and it will still be passed on."

Zhao Jiner's heart finally felt better.

"I can't remember so much for a while, so I'd better find a place to hide it first and recite one by one and burn the other."

"Well. I will also help you recite it together so that you won't remember it then."

Time flies, and the flash of time passes.

It is the sixth day of the lunar month in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Jin'er was busy memorizing the book day and night, and was so tired that she forgot about time.

When I heard someone in the village setting off firecrackers to welcome the Kitchen God, I suddenly remembered, "Mr. Grandpa hasn't been back for six days! Nothing can happen, right?"

Town villa.

Batu was lucky. As soon as he arrived at Guangming Peak, he found Wensong, who was waiting for the ghost doctor.

At that time, Mr. Wensong had been waiting for a day, but there was no trace of the ghost doctor, and he thought his old friend had already left.

Just as he was crying, he saw Batu holding the ghost doctor's gourd, and without saying a word, he came to Quanzhou with him.

Two old friends, who were over 200 years old, met each other and had no time to reminisce about the past, so they entered Wen Chanjuan's room together.

On the way, Batu had already told Wen Chanjuan about Wen Song.

So he didn't ask much. After entering the room, he directly put his middle finger on Wen Chanjuan's fontanelle.

Immediately closed my eyes, as if the old monk had entered into meditation.

Batu wanted to say something, but was stopped by the ghost doctor.
Chapter completed!