I traveled through time, this is unscientific

Li Dahu couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

This man said he was a teacher, but his appearance, behavior, and speech were all strange.

In his opinion, Zhou Xiaozhou didn't look like a gentleman at all and was just a complete liar.

And teach them how to write?

She wrote all that nonsense and really thought she could hide it from him. She wanted to keep pretending and see if he would expose her deception.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Xiaozhou didn't understand. She didn't teach her wrongly.

This kid is making a fuss again. Yesterday, this brat said that she was a human trafficker. She has remembered it.

Li Dahu was shocked by Zhou Xiaozhou's shamelessness. How could this man still be so calm after he had exposed him?

"Third sister, you have all been deceived by her. This person is a bad person. She can't even write."

This is so terrible. After all, she received four years of college education, but she was still questioned by a rural dropout about her inability to write. This is intolerable.

"What do you mean? Do you think I wrote it wrong?" Zhou Xiaozhou was very unconvinced. "Then write a correct one."

"Anyway, you just wrote it wrong." Li Dahu stiffened his neck. He couldn't write, but that didn't mean he had never seen words.

He looked at Wu Sanmei and said, "Third sister, think about it, the 'one, two, three, four' written on Uncle Man's prescriptions don't look like this."

After hearing Li Dahu's reminder, Wu Sanmei remembered that Uncle Man had a lot of medicine.

Some of those medicines were scattered in various small boxes, while others would be wrapped in yellow paper with the help of Wu Sanmei and Qiu Ye. The dosage would be written on the yellow paper, that is, this medicine was packed with "how much money", and that medicine was packed with "how much money".

The appearance of that number is indeed very different from what Zhou Xiaozhou is teaching them to write now.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Xiaozhou felt that she really didn't understand the way these kids were thinking. She grew up under the red flag and had studied for more than ten years.

Now she is looked down upon by an elementary school kid, who says she can't even write 'one, two, three, four'.

"Anyway, it doesn't look like this." Li Dahu spread his hands and said, "Anyway, this is what I meant. This word is different from Uncle Man's. This Miss Zhou is lying."

"Well, Sister Zhou," Wu Sanmei was also a little confused. It seemed that what Hu Zi said was right!

"Uncle Man's handwriting looks really complicated."

According to her grandfather, the writing looked like a ghost painting.

When Uncle Man first came back, his grandfather was very surprised for a while because he was the only person in their Lai'an Village who could write.

His grandfather was still shameless and prepared to ask Uncle Man to teach him, but he never went again after two days. From then on, whenever someone asked him to learn how to write, he would turn his face black.

Wu Sanmei also knew that whenever his grandfather saw Uncle Man, he would always smile and praise him for his ability, but privately he didn't like Uncle Man very much.

Although Uncle Man can cure illnesses and write, his grandfather just doesn't like him.

Zhou Xiaozhou started her brain and ran her CPU, a different "one, two, three, four".

She took the branch from Wu Xiaobao's hand and began to write "One, Two, Three, Four" on the wooden board.

Then he asked Wu Sanmei and Li Dahu: "Is that so?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Wu Sanmei smiled happily, "It's almost like this."

Fortunately, this girl can really write.

Zhou Xiaozhou knew the crux of the problem. The overall cultural level of this village was not high (it was not high at all), but he did not expect that those who could read would only recognize traditional Chinese characters.

She knew that some Chinese medicine practitioners or other craftsmen who valued inheritance would require their heirs to be proficient in traditional Chinese characters.

I just don’t know whether this barefoot doctor Uncle Man really has a legacy.

Li Dahu didn't expect that Zhou Xiaozhou could actually write and recognize.

He really thought that such a strange woman was a charlatan.

Mainly his father, who loves to tell these stories about the underworld.

After hearing it so many times, he would think about everything from that perspective.

"So you are still using traditional Chinese characters here?" Zhou Xiaozhou wanted to find an answer.

But the children couldn't give her what she wanted.

She had no choice but to use the excuse of changing the medicine and ask Wu Sanmei to take her to see a barefoot doctor.

Qian Man’s family lives at the innermost part of the gourd.

He is a herbalist. He likes to go up the mountain to look for medicinal herbs and prepare them in his spare time. Therefore, his yard is particularly large and quiet.

Even if there are naughty children passing by here occasionally, they will be driven away by the smell of medicinal herbs in the yard.

Children hate drinking bitter medicine the most.

The adult and three children arrived at an unfortunate time because Qian Man had gone up the mountain again and the doors of the courtyard were ajar.

Wu Sanmei shouted twice outside but no one answered, so she led them in by pushing the door open as if she was familiar with the place.

In the past, during the slack season, she liked to stay here and learn some herbal knowledge from Uncle Man, which was also what her grandfather was happy to see.

Qian Man did his best to teach, but he himself was only half-baked and what could he teach? How much Wu Sanmei could learn depended entirely on herself.

It's no wonder that Wu Sanmei was bold and careful, and she knew most of the herbs that Qian Man taught her.

The group walked into Qian Man's main hall. The room was the same as the yard. There were herbs on the floor, on the table, and hanging on the beams.

Wu Xiaobao frowned.

Because his mother had a difficult delivery when he was born, he was weaker than ordinary people when he was born. He had to take medicine frequently in the past few years, so he didn't like Qian Man very much.

Zhou Xiaozhou thought it was quite normal. They were just a normal family selling herbal medicine.

She had seen families like this before in her grandmother's village.

He digs and dries the herbs himself, then sells them at the market for money. Occasionally, he also treats villagers with headaches and fevers and charges a small fee to make a living.

There were indeed a few books placed together with some medicinal herbs. The yellowed pages were the same color as the herbs. If it weren't for the careful Wu Sanmei, Zhou Xiaozhou would have missed them.

Holding up the medical book given by Wu Sanmei, Zhou Xiaozhou confirmed his idea that this barefoot doctor really knew traditional Chinese characters.

And judging from the tattered appearance of the book, it might be an old item.

Zhou Xiaozhou didn't dare to look at it any longer, for fear that he would break it.

He could only vaguely recognize the name on the cover: "Shennong's Herbal Medicine". Oh, this is a book about herbal medicine, Zhou Xiaozhou guessed.

There is also a book called "Golden Needle Synopsis", which is supposed to be about acupuncture.

He took out his cell phone and took pictures of the broken books and scrolls on the table one by one.

Zhou Xiaozhou didn't expect that this barefoot doctor knew a little bit about everything.

Several people walked around the room. Apart from the herbs, there were homemade plasters and pills. She really couldn't figure out what they were, so she passed them all out.

Zhou Xiaozhou gained a lot from this trip. She thought that the poverty of the village chief's family might be an isolated case, but she didn't expect that the doctor's family in this village was also poor.

In her own opinion, the village chief of her grandmother's village is extremely rich.

And the doctor who opened a small clinic in the village was also the first to drive a car.

They are all successful people who know how to make money, so why is it not the same in Lai'an Village?

The folk customs here are really simple and honest.

Or is this just an individual case? The doctor is not good at business, which is why he is so poor.

Zhou Xiaozhou sincerely hoped that what she saw were isolated cases, otherwise it would be a huge challenge for her to stay in this village.