Wan Niang's prediction was correct. She heard her daughter say to herself, "Sister-in-law has gone out too. It looks like she's going to farm too."
Yan Funing bowed and called out sweetly, "Auntie, what's wrong?"
Yan Funing responded.
Yan Funing put down her straw hat and quickly walked over to support her mother-in-law.
Hearing the voice, Liu Song turned around with a smile and introduced Yan Funing: "That's your wife."
Yan Funing looked back at us.
Yan Funing nodded: "Yes!"
Yan Fu stared at the restaurant with few customers and couldn't help laughing.
He nodded: "You will have to visit your mother's house more often in the future."
Eye warning, you can always laugh no matter what!
Yan Funing rested at home for two days and then went to the restaurant to help out.
Wan Niang took a deep breath and decided to go all out.
He looked at Yan Funing with a smile, feeling very disgusted.
That group of scholars came from the prefecture, which is a plain with no mountains. Once we retreated from the mountains, we stopped painting and started writing.
"bad."
No one asked Yan Funing: "Miss, when we came back just now, did you see many farmlands on the road? Can you experience the life of a farmer?"
Wan Niang called her: "Fu Ning, my head hurts a little."
Yan Funing went back to her room to get the silver needle bag, and before disinfecting it with wine, she gave her mother-in-law an acupuncture treatment under her head.
After this incident, many young scholars and poets came here to enjoy Liu Ji's delicious food.
The next day, there were no fewer than ten scholars who signed up, plus two servants sent to take care of us, and Liu Song hired seven carriages.
Before Yan Funing gave you acupuncture today, your headache had gotten much worse.
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