"Little girl, you don't look very old, how do you know all this?"
Zhao Nianhui took out the words she had prepared long ago.
I have been interested in these things since I was a child and learned a little from my grandfather.
When I heard that the little girl was here to find the silver needle.
"My baby won't be seen by others easily." Song Bowen's face changed.
That was a set of silver needles passed down from his ancestors.
It is said that my grandfather used it to treat patients in the palace.
A family of traditional Chinese medicine that should have been passed down.
Unfortunately, their family fell into trouble along the way.
Because he was involved in the affairs of the imperial concubine.
The whole family will be held accountable.
At that time, life is of course more important.
He fled without having time to organize his medical books.
This also resulted in only silver needles being passed down, but no medical books.
The remaining tribesmen had no choice but to start selling Chinese medicine.
"If this is what you are thinking, please go back."
Song Bowen's refusal was obvious.
There is no room for negotiation at all.
Although I heard on the way here that Song Bowen cherishes his ancestral heirloom very much.
I didn't expect it would be so difficult to meet him.
Zhao Nianhui couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
She is not the kind of person who wants to make things difficult for others.
If that doesn't work, just give her a set of ordinary silver needles.
These words haven't been spoken yet.
Uncle Li over there had already stood up and said angrily, "Song Bowen, you are so good. I thought you were a big shot, but who knew you were so domineering and petty that you wouldn't even let me look at you."
"Let's go and not look at his face."
Having said that, he picked up Xiaohu and prepared to leave with an indignant look on his face.
It looked like a great insult.
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