[The 1980s + True and False Daughter + Stepmother + Chasing Wife to the Crematorium]
Su Luoluo, the descendant of a ghost doctor, accidentally traveled into a period novel and became the ugly...
Su Luoluo turned around and saw an old man with gray hair following her.
"You are following me stealthily, are you planning to rob me?"
Su Luoluo spoke.
"When you see me, you won't feel guilty, you won't feel ashamed, and you won't feel guilty."
Fan Tong blew his beard and glared.
"Why should I feel guilty seeing you?"
Su Luoluo was speechless.
"How dare you ask? Who would pay homage to a master? It's like visiting a grave. After paying homage, you can only see him once a year, right? Don't you feel guilty for treating your master like this?"
Fan Tong started to scold Su Luoluo.
Conscience pangs? Sorry, she has no conscience.
"Old man, you really look like a resentful woman now."
Su Luoluo sighed.
Fan Tong was so angry that his beard became crooked.
"Come with me and I'll tell you the rules."
Fan Tong took Su Luoluo's hand and returned to the thatched hut.
In the lobby.
Su Luoluo sat down and drank tea. "Old man, just tell me what you want to say. I'm listening."
She will listen, but she may not necessarily do it.
"From now on, you must set aside two hours every day to come and study with me, and take care of the herbs in the yard and put them into the Chinese medicine cabinet."
Fan Tong took out a medical book and threw it to Su Luoluo.
The corner of Su Luoluo's mouth twitched, and Yan suspected that this old man had found a free laborer for himself.
She was about to throw the book back and refuse it, but she saw the title of the book "Acupuncture for Miscellaneous Diseases" out of the corner of her eye.
She stopped suddenly. This was an ancient medical book, priceless. She had only read a fragmentary version before, and she didn't expect that there was a complete copy of "Treatise on Acupuncture and Miscellaneous Diseases" here.
There's something about this old man.
"Don't worry, I won't let you work for free. I'll give you 10 yuan a month."
Fan Tong said, stroking his beard.
He knew that this girl was obsessed with money, and he had no money to talk to her about anything.
"good."
Su Luoluo flipped through the medical book in her hand and agreed immediately.
After Su Luoluo came out of the hut, she went to the market to buy vegetables. She was a little tired of eating pork, fish, and chicken all day long, so she decided to eat something different. She bought some duck blood and rice noodles.
Tian was delayed for some time and when he arrived at the place where he was waiting for the ox cart, the cart was almost about to set off.
Fortunately, she caught up with him without any danger.
Qingshan Village.
When Su Luoluo returned home, Zhu Yanhua was still working in the fields and had not returned yet.
She made a fire and cooked.
Smoke rose from the chimney.
Su Luoluo cooked four dishes.
Duck blood soup, steamed pickled mustard greens with oil residue, stir-fried pork intestines with sauerkraut, and a plate of green vegetables.
The aroma of meat wafts out.
“Wow… woooo…”
When Xiaopang smelled the fragrance of the Yang family’s food, he suddenly felt that the fish in his mouth was no longer fragrant. He sat down at the door of the Yang family and cried.
"Wow... I want to eat Niuniu's food... Wow..."
Xiaopang put down the bowl and rolled on the ground.
"Get up."
Ge Cuihua had no idea what to do with her son.
"I can't get up... wuwu... I want to eat at Niuniu's house..."
Xiaopang kicked his legs and threw a tantrum.
Su Luoluo heard crying at the door. When she opened the door, she saw Xiaopang rolling on the ground. He had swept the floor clean. She couldn't help but twitch her lips.
In comparison, the little ones at home are still the cutest.
"Woo woo...I want to eat the food at Niuniu's house..."
Xiaopang howled loudly, even those who were mourning did not cry as loudly as him.
Su Luoluo took a step back, her eardrums almost shattered.
"How about I spend money to buy some cooked food from your family?"
Ge Cuihua looked at Su Luoluo awkwardly. She really couldn't do anything about the little ancestor of her family.
When Xiaopang heard this, he stopped crying immediately and looked at Su Luoluo eagerly.