After cheering the sick farmer, I farmed with peace of mind

Bai Shuo ran back into the room holding back the twitching corners of his mouth, and then laughed out loud. He didn't expect that he had a talent for acting, which was so interesting.

But when I saw the house that was turned into a mess, my mood suddenly turned bad. This wonderful mother and daughter are too good at making things!

Zhuang Qingyun sent the villagers away, and when he walked in, he saw his daughter-in-law's face was pale, and when he saw the situation in the bedroom, he immediately understood the reason.

"It's okay, we will give these to those who need them, let's buy them again, don't be sulking about them."

He understands Bai Shuo's character, knows that the other party likes to be clean, and he doesn't want others to break into his private area.

"Well, that's the only way to go. Find someone to repair the courtyard wall, or you won't feel safe sleeping at night." Bai Shuo adjusted his mood and began to pack the bedding and the things he found out.

"Okay, I'll find someone to help." Zhuang Qingyun turned and went out.

Fortunately, there are new quilts and clothes in the space, otherwise he really didn't want to cover the quilts that others had covered at night, especially the mother and daughter.

Two days later, Bai Shuo had already changed all the things at home, and the quality of the ones he bought was better than before. Now that he has money, of course he will not treat himself badly.

"Brother Qingyun, let's start recruiting people to build a house. Isn't Brother Ang's family also starting to build a house recently? Let's start too. I want to build the medicinal food workshop as soon as possible."

Bai Shuo followed Zhuang Qingyun to tidy up the vegetable field in the yard, while thinking about building a new house quickly.

"Okay, let's recruit people in the village first, and if we don't have enough, we will find people from other villages." Zhuang Qingyun set up the cucumber stand, straightened up and looked at Bai Shuo who was just over his shoulder, with a smile in his eyes.

"However, we'd better find a manager who knows how to do it. After all, the house we're building has a large area, and the medicinal food workshop needs to be well designed."

Bai Shuo dragged his chin to think of a plan, but he didn't realize that the man beside him was secretly poking fun at his height.

"Okay, I'll ask the third child. He works with the foreman and knows people in this area."

Boom boom boom!

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

Bai Shuo walked over and opened the door to see someone he didn't know.

The visitor measured about 1.8 meters in height, and was dressed... gorgeously. Bai Shuo thought it would be more appropriate to describe it as a coquettish bag. He looked like he was in his twenties, with a pair of fox eyes, and a delicate and arrogant face.

But this attitude of looking at people with his nostrils made Bai Shuo very unhappy. He didn't announce his family name when he came, and poked at the door, like a vase, and didn't speak.

Bai Shuo hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his hand to close the door, thinking to himself, he's insane, he didn't speak when the door was opened for you, and still looked dead.

Before Bai Shuo could close the door, he saw the other party stretch out his white and slender hands to grab the door frame, "Hey, don't close the door, I haven't gone in yet." breath.

Bai Shuo rolled his eyes in his heart, and had no choice but to open the door, "Who the hell are you and what are you here for?"

"Your servant, Zhong Ming, is a doctor. Is this Zhuang Qingyun's house?"

Zhong Ming coughed twice, and adjusted back to the tall man's posture, as if the image of the two idiots just now was an illusion.

"Yes, it's Zhuang Qingyun's family. What's your business? Come in and talk about it." Bai Shuo looked at the man in his 20s, and he didn't look like a doctor at all.

In fact, Bai Shuo's modern stereotype is too serious. Modern Chinese medicine emphasizes that the older you are, the more popular you are, but in ancient times, many medical families learned from childhood, and many talented people in their 20s are everywhere.

Bai Shuo walked in with Zhong Ming and his entourage, Zhuang Qingyun also washed his hands and looked at the visitor.

"Brother Qingyun, he came to you and said he was a doctor." After Bai Shuo finished speaking, he left them and went into the kitchen. It was because Zhong Ming gave him such a bad first impression that he didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

Zhuang Qingyun looked at the person coming, with a paralyzed face indifferently, "Looking for me?"

"Yes, I, Zhong Ming, came here through the Zhou family." Zhong Ming looked like a handsome young man, and he didn't say why he came, but only mentioned the Zhou family.

Zhuang Qingyun's expression didn't fluctuate at all, "I don't know." Throwing away these words, he turned and went into the kitchen to look for Bai Shuo, he was too lazy to talk to people he didn't know, he might as well talk to his wife when he had time.

Zhong Ming is almost petrified, who are these people?

Thinking that this miracle doctor condescended to come to this poor place, and was rejected and ignored by others, he would doubt his own charm.

It wasn't until he learned from his entourage that he was still handsome in a mess that he regained his confidence.

Taking a deep breath, he walked into the small and pitiful kitchen, and saw two people who were not enthusiastic at all, cooking in tacit cooperation.

"You two, I heard that you have red ganoderma at home, can you sell the rest to me?"