Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

Bai Xiaoya curled her lips in disdain after hearing this. Seeing Old Man Zhang's incredulous expression, she asked him if he had any pills that could strengthen the stomach and help digestion. It would be best if there were more flavors. If they tasted good, she could buy more, which would be considered taking care of his business.

Facing the puzzled expression of Old Man Zhang, Bai Xiaoya smiled like a flower, raised her head and said slowly and proudly:

"A few years ago, I heard my brothers secretly calling me a vixen. Although they falsely accused me of being a thief, my brothers' comments on my looks were fairly fair. Well... their language was a little rustic and lacking."

Only then did Old Man Zhang realize that there are many things that one does not have when born and will never have in this life, such as Bai Xiaoya's face.

Old Man Zhang was also a man who had experienced many storms, so he looked at Bai Xiaoya in surprise.

He planned to promote the product vigorously and let her see the business ability of the itinerant doctor, but when he saw the woman in front of him with a crystal-clear face, skin as white as snow but shameless, he was speechless.

She looked at the other party's provocative eyes, then silently looked away, muttering "shameless". She felt that this woman was good in every way, except that she was just like her man, with an unnecessary mouth.

After all, Old Man Zhang is a qualified traveling doctor. The stranger the requests and symptoms, the more they test the doctor's professional ability. Fortunately, when it comes to professional issues, Old Man Zhang has never disappointed anyone.

"The taste of stomachic and digestive medicine is a big question, and it is a test of the ability of the traveling doctor. In order to ensure that the nobles do not get too full from eating too much meat and fish every day, and can still eat the pills happily.

My master has painstakingly studied and developed five flavors of digestion pills without reducing the efficacy of the medicine. Because it is an exclusive secret recipe, it is not only expensive but also not discounted. You must be prepared. "

Bai Xiaoya frowned after hearing this, and silently leaned towards Zhang Xingwang, and asked without hesitation:

"Can I try it? I want to try it first."

"Don't even think about it."

Afterwards, the two of them returned to his aunt's home. As usual, Zhang Xingwang paid the expedited money and asked for all the body-strengthening medicines. Under the puzzled gaze of Old Man Zhang, he said in a serious tone that his brother liked body-strengthening medicines, so he asked him to bring more, as he knew a lot of his brother.

After the two men left, Old Man Zhang began to rummage through his boxes and cupboards looking for the secret recipe. After all, he hadn't heard the term "invigorating the stomach and aiding food" for a long time. In these days of hunger, invigorating the stomach and aiding food was basically equivalent to a difficult and complicated disease, and "overeating" never meant a literal meaning.

Old man Zhang finally did not give up. His daughter's words made him realize that working could not fundamentally solve the problem of going back to his parents' home. Compared with farming, he would get a few more days of vacation for no reason.

Itinerant doctors are all bohemian and freedom-loving people. It's already sad that he can't travel. What if his daughter insists on taking him away and crying, and takes care of him in his old age? If he doesn't leave, he'll be worse off than dead. If he leaves, not only will he lose his freedom completely, but he won't be able to take care of his children. What if the doctor gets up from his coffin after he's gone? It's unfortunate for his family...

Ever since Zhang Xingwang took out a bunch of grapes from the sack, Bai Xiaoya stopped asking about Old Man Zhang. She ate the grapes happily and comforted him with some words like "If you are sick, you have to treat it" and "You are better than your second sister-in-law described". It seemed like she had become a different person since last night.

Zhang Xingwang didn't respond, but was just thinking about how to get her to speak less in the future. If there could only be one chatterbox in the family, his mother's headache would probably develop into a brain problem. But after Bai Xiaoya finished speaking, her attention shifted to dinner, and she didn't notice Zhang Xingwang's thoughts at all.

When the two of them came back, their cousin had already gone home from school, but their uncle was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Xingwang didn't care. His cousin was very close to Bai Xiaoya, even trying to please her. Don't ask Zhang Xingwang how he could tell, because the expressions of the brother and sister were similar at this moment, and the cousin's smile at him was much more flattering than that of his cousin.

The cousin was now telling Zhang Xingwang his recent unremarkable story in an eloquent manner, trying hard to make his presence felt.

After following Zhang Xingwang's gaze and discovering Bai Xiaoya, the cousin suddenly became a little lonely, then put on an appearance of being mature beyond his years, stared at Zhang Xingwang's hands with a frown, then lowered his eyes and said with emotion:

"Brother, you seem to have changed."

After saying that, he silently started doing turtle boxing in the yard. He was then chased away by his aunt, who said that he might be too full and that he would not have to eat if he did not do his homework.

While eating, they found that their uncle-in-law had not come back yet. The three girls were not surprised by this. Zhang Xingwang then realized that his uncle-in-law had become obsessed with fishing recently.

Ever since he caught a crazy grass carp last month, my uncle-in-law has considered fishing more important than eating.

According to my uncle-in-law, when he was walking around the village with his head held high, carrying more than four kilograms of grass carp, he felt that the dignity he had lost in the village had returned.

For three consecutive days, the villagers no longer mentioned the story he and his nephew had to tell. Whenever they went to work or met each other, they praised his fishing skills and asked in detail about how he caught the fish.

Whenever he thought of the envious eyes of the villagers that day, he felt as if he had eaten the fruit of life. He felt comfortable from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He felt that he had found the right direction, and if he continued like this, he would be able to stand up again in the village sooner or later.

“So your uncle usually goes fishing right after work, and he won’t come back unless he’s dizzy from hunger or it’s windy and rainy.

He said before that he would come back early if he caught a big fish, but it has been almost a month now, and he only comes back because he is extremely hungry.”

Looking at the young lady who was in a dilemma, Zhang Xingwang was silent for a moment, and replied in a serious tone:

"My uncle is really unconventional and resourceful. He has found such an incredible method. Maybe he can really impress everyone. He is ambitious."

"Although I don't quite understand what you said, I know that it's not a good thing. It was you who asked me to praise him and encourage him. What should I do now?

I used to get a headache when I saw him being lazy and not going out to work, but now he is not at home at all day and night. These days I can only see him at lunch."

"There's nothing to worry about. It will be fine when the weather gets colder. This is what people who like fishing do. He is doing his job. You have to understand him. This is fine. As long as he works, the fish he catches will go into your stomach anyway."

The young girl closed her eyelids and replied weakly:

"I don't expect him to catch any fish, he has used up all the sewing needles in the house.

Your uncle is so energetic, but it’s still cold? He has already built a shed by the ditch a few days ago. I heard from Er Gouzi that your uncle has been asking someone to buy an iron rod recently, saying that he is preparing to use it to knock holes in the ice in winter…”