After coming out from the sales outlet.
Jiang Henian walked to the corner, carefully placed the wine bottle into the backpack, took out two things from the space and put them on top, and then spread the herbs on top.
Then he put on the backpack and walked quickly in a certain direction.
…
"Don't pull me! What the hell! That old guy doesn't know shit!"
Chen Goushuan shook off Zhang Lai Di's hand, stepped out of the courtyard door, and walked out quickly, dragging his left leg.
"Dog tie!"
Zhang Lai Di chased after him with a nervous look on her face, "Shuan'er, try again! Maybe you'll feel it after a few more insertions."
"You are my fault, get out of here!"
Chen Goushuan walked away with a gloomy face and without saying a word.
Jiang Henian quietly peeked out from behind the tree, watched the wicked mother and son walk away, then turned back to look at the yard they had just walked out of.
The corners of her mouth curled up, what a coincidence.
The girl smoothed her hair, carried the basket on her back, and strode towards the yard under the crooked tree.
The gate of the courtyard was open. In the courtyard, which was neither too big nor too small, there were three-layer wooden racks on both sides. The racks were filled with large bamboo baskets as wide as an arm, on which various dried herbs and medicinal materials were dried.
As soon as Jiang Henian entered, he smelled the scent of grass mixed with the bitter aroma of dried medicine.
At first glance, she could name quite a few of them.
There were a few small earthen stoves in the corner, with old-fashioned casseroles for decocting medicine on top, emitting wisps of white smoke.
In the middle of the yard lay a fat orange cat with a round belly. When it heard footsteps, it opened its blue-green cat eyes, looked at her, then closed its eyes and lay down nonchalantly.
Sitting on the bamboo stool next to the cat was an old man with a round face, short beard, and wearing a loose gray thick cloth coat. He was about fifty years old.
He had gray hair, round eyes, a red nose, a very thin upper lip, and his mouth was pursed at the corners. When he looked up at Jiang Henian, his black eyes were calm.
He looks like an old man with a bad temper.
"See a doctor?"
"A consultation costs one cent."
His voice was a little dull. After he finished speaking, he glanced at the gourd ladle on the round wooden table, then lowered his eyes and continued to fiddle with the herbs in the small bamboo basket on the table. He didn't seem to want to ask any more questions.
There were a lot of one-cent and two-cent bills rolled into a ball in the gourd ladle, each of them old, like dried pickles.
Jiang Henian walked over, took down the bamboo basket and sat down on the wooden stick opposite the old man's desk.
This time, the old man didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Sign and pay."
Jiang Henian picked up the wrinkled little notebook on the table. On it was a row of crooked and ugly signatures, each with its own unique style.
This is the medical consultation registration book. The production team calculated work points based on the number of patients seen.
Jiang Henian squinted his eyes and stared at the string of scribbles at the bottom, and finally recognized the word "dog".
She chuckled: "Chen Goushuan is not well yet. The medicine is quite strong."
Lao Ma Liu paused, and finally put down the fresh grass vines in his hand and looked at Jiang Henian straight in the eye.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Whose girl are you from?"
His small eyes were squinted so that they were almost invisible, and a gleam of light shone through the slits of his eyes.
Jiang Henian took out the rolled straw paper from the bamboo basket, spread it out on the table, and asked instead of answering, "Do you know them all?"
The old man glanced down and didn't even touch it.
"Curculigo orchioides, Senecio radiata, and Vetch...Vaccaria segetalis, Gelsemium elegans, and Cynanchum indica."
He spoke slowly and without pause, with a hint of superiority in his voice.
There's something about this old man.
Jiang Henian was delighted in his heart, but he did not show it on his face, and then he answered:
"I'm Jiang Henian."
She looked straight into Lao Ma Liu's eyes, not missing the flash of doubt and guilt in his eyes.
The girl's lips curled up in a leisurely calmness. She took the pencil and wrote her name neatly under the scribbles. Her handwriting was elegant and majestic, and it was particularly conspicuous among the string of scribbles.
Old Ma Liu glanced at Jiang Henian's face with a slight surprise, and his face darkened slightly: "What brings you here?"
Jiang Henian put down his pen and looked at Lao Ma Liu with an unfathomable look.
When the other party was about to lose his temper, he suddenly made a sharp turn, his eyes curved, and he said in a crisp voice: "I'm here to become your disciple."
"What?"
There was a trace of surprise on the old man's face, and then he showed anger at being teased by a child, and pointed his finger outside the door.
"go out!"
Jiang Henian was not afraid. He bent down and grabbed a paint-chipped army green kettle and a newly bought bottle of Jingzhi Baigan from under the bamboo basket, and slammed them onto the low wooden table with a "dong".
Of course, I didn't dare use too much force with my left hand holding the wine.
One dollar and ten cents! Because of it, her private treasury is about to drop below ten dollars!
"Uncle Ma Liu, when you gave Zhang Lai Di the medicine that day, did you tell her the correct dosage? I think they gave her a pretty strong dose."
Jiang Henian shook the old kettle in his right hand and chuckled:
"There's still a lot of powder underneath that hasn't melted. I wonder if I can take it to the town police station to find out what it is? I'm quite curious~"
Lao Ma Liu's face suddenly turned ugly.
"you--"
Jiang Henian didn't wait for his reaction. He pressed the kettle with one hand and gently pushed the Jingzhi Baigan forward with the other.
"I heard that you like to drink, Uncle Ma Liu. Would you like to try this first?"
The fat orange cat was full of sleep. He arched his body, stretched it out, rolled over twice, rolled to Jiang Henian's feet, and rested there again.
He lazily shook his furry tail with a few circles of white hair.
Jiang Henian rested his elbows on the table, supporting his face, and watched with a smile as Lao Ma Liu, with a sullen face, drank half of the bottle with "tun tun tun", then wiped his mouth with an unsatisfied look and put down the wine.
"Tell me, little brat, what do you want to do?"
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