Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

Nangong Ying looked at Zhou Wen's leaving figure and responded casually to what the system had just said, "I can't see."

The system is dissatisfied: [This is the golden agent, you will have a better chance of getting the best actress if you choose her! 】

"It's up to you." Nangong Ying put down the piece of paper and took her cell phone to search for relevant information about "The Wild Goose Returns to Time".

If you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger of a hundred battles. No general likes to fight an unprepared battle.

When she was preparing seriously, she didn't know that her backflip in the afternoon had become a hot search topic.

The whole Internet is looking for this acrobatic girl who can get up close to Gu Yuxian and still escape unhurt when surrounded by his fans.

Wake up to dawn.

In front of a large pharmacy near Liangzhou Hotel, Nangong Ying pinched her mask and walked in.

The climate in Liangzhou is not as cold as in the mountains. Today she wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with dark hair shawl, as simple and clean as a student in an ivory tower.

"Little sister, what medicine do you want to buy?" The aunt in a white coat stepped forward and asked with concern. She looked at Nangong Ying's skinny and bone-like arms, her eyes filled with distress.

"Chinese medicine." Nangong Ying took out the prescription and said, "There is a prescription."

Along the way, Nangong Ying had encountered several relatively small Chinese medicine pharmacies before, but the rare medicinal herbs in the prescriptions were not used very frequently and were not available in small pharmacies. They recommended her to come here.

The old doctor who was taking the medicine smoothed his gray beard, squinted at the prescription Nangong Ying gave him, and kept nodding.

"Do you have any of the medicinal materials here?"

"Yes, yes!" The old doctor was very happy.

"Little girl, who gave you this prescription?" The old doctor's eyes flashed, "It's wonderful, it's wonderful! Come on, let me take a look at your pulse!"

Nangong Ying could guess that Su Yuchen had great medical skills, but he never expected that even one prescription would be so highly praised by the old doctor.

After cutting the pulse, the old doctor was full of praise for the prescription, "I really opened my eyes today. I really want to ask the person who wrote this prescription for advice. Little girl, I don't know if I can..."

Nangong Ying thought of the distant and gentle smile in Su Yuchen's eyes, and subconsciously felt that he might not like his contact information to be disclosed casually.

The old doctor was not angry even after being rejected. Someone who could prescribe this kind of medicine must have a deep family background. I'm afraid it wouldn't be good for him to interrupt so hastily.

"Little girl, wait a minute. These medicinal herbs are more expensive. They are kept in the warehouse. I will get them for you."

"Wait a minute." Nangong Ying pinched the 250 yuan in cash that he had saved in his pocket, and once again felt the poverty and embarrassment of the imperial court not paying military pay. "Can you calculate how much it is first? I..."

"Oh oh oh! Look at me, I forgot about it in the excitement!"

The old doctor was making calculations, and after a while, he raised his right hand and laughed, "A pair of medicines is 288, and a week's supply is zero, which is 2000 yuan."

Nangong Ying's face wrinkled up. It turned out that she couldn't even afford a pair of medicines.

Even poorer than in my previous life.

At least she could still take some medicine in her previous life.

The variety show director was worried that she would run away like before, and the money was settled last. She had no other way to make money now, so she helped neighbors repair tables, chairs and benches in the mountains, and helped make a few backpacks, so she could scrape together so much money... …

It seems that you still have to have money before you can take care of your body.

She took the prescription and said, "Sorry, I'll buy it next time..."

When he turned around, he was knocked aside by two anxious figures.

"Old man Chen, please help us!" The man rushed to the old doctor, supporting a woman with a pale face and sweating.

The old doctor obviously knew the person in front of him, and when asking about the situation, he stretched out his hand to check his pulse.

The woman's black hair had already stuck to her cheeks and neck due to sweat. Her expression was very painful, and her fingers were trembling slightly. "I have tenosynovitis, and I am on my period again. My menstrual cramps are severe..."

"Okay, I'll prescribe you some medicine and go back to take care of it. Now I'll give you a needle to relieve the problem on your hand." The old doctor said and turned around to get the silver needle.

The man stopped him, "No, old man Chen, we don't have time to adjust. We have to solve the problem now. She still has to perform!"

The old doctor raised his eyebrows, "There's no immediate way to cure this! Ask your manager to take off work and replace him with someone else!"

The man was about to speak when the phone rang.

"Manager!" He was so anxious that he was covered in sweat. It seemed that the manager over there was scolding him. He suddenly let go of his hand and started gesticulating in the air.

Nangong Ying saw that the little girl, who was as fragile as a porcelain doll, was about to fall, and she couldn't bear to reach out to help her.

"Thank you." The woman's voice was barely audible, showing that she was filled with hatred.

"What? The big shot is coming?" The man said anxiously, "But, old man Chen said there is no way to get better immediately. If that doesn't work, ask Xiaojiao to come back! I also know that Xiaojiao went to the next city, so let her take a flight back. Woolen cloth?"

"It's too late? Then...then...what should we do?" The man turned to look at the woman, "Xiaoli, can you hold on to your hand for a while?"

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes and flowed down, "I really can't play with my hands..."

The man turned back to discuss countermeasures with the manager.

"What do you want to perform?" Nangong Ying asked simply as she couldn't move for a while.

"Pipa." Xiaoli smiled bitterly, "I am a performer in the teahouse. The teahouse requires high technical skills. It was not easy for me to find this job with a good salary. If I were fired because of this, I don't know what will happen in the future. manage……"

lute?

Is the salary good?

Nangong Ying's thoughts changed, "How much does your job cost per day?"

"Why are you asking this?" Xiaoli gasped, sweating and had no energy to dwell on this. She replied feebly, "Usually a few hundred yuan, but if there are big customers like today, if you perform well, you should be able to get up to a thousand yuan. ."

"I can go." Nangong Ying made some calculations in his mind, and he could probably take the medicine for four days.

"Ah?" The man turned to look at her, his eyes swept across the wide mask on her face, then her bamboo pole-like arms, and finally stopped at her slender hands, "Can you play?"

"meeting."

The manager on the other side of the phone also heard what was going on here and immediately shouted, "Bring her back and let Xiaoli come back and have a look. If she can take over, the money will be easy to come by!"

The man listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, glanced at Nangong Ying again, and said in frustration, "Forget it, let's treat a dead horse as a living doctor! Come with me!"

After that, he took Nangong Ying and walked out.

Nangong Ying hurriedly followed him, turned around and said, "Old doctor, wait until I make money to grab Yao'ang!"