Lu Dafu nodded immediately: "Of course, this medicine is not as common as other traumatic drugs, and the effect is so good. If you can find the cypress, you can sell a good price, I can help you, but now you look like this - —"

The white swaying hand: "I am fine, but it is some skin trauma, the children in the mountains, how can it be so expensive, the white house we will definitely stay soon, our mothers should also find a way for themselves."

Lu Dafu looked at Bai Yan’s eyes full of praise. Shantou’s young age was so sensible. If his daughter could have a gimmick and half sensible, he would not be embarrassed.

It’s going to be dark in the eyes, and there’s not much left for the road doctor, so I’m going away with the dawn, lest people see and have to chew on the ground.

Seeing the white shackles shut the door, Zhao Lan took the white squat and sat down and asked: "Hey, what kind of cypress has just been rolled, you won't be talking about it? This is a medicine to save lives, but you can't talk nonsense."

Bai Yule: "Mother, do you think I am talking about it? Then again, you didn't hear the words of the road doctor? He knows the effect of the cypress."

Zhao Lan wondered: "How do you know that?" The daughter seems to have changed, becoming more talkative than she used to be, and the words she said were so strange that she had never said it before.

"I just listened to people when I went outside to dig wild vegetables. I didn't expect to use them. Good mother, go to sleep, tired for a day."

Zhao Lan was slammed into the bed by her, and she soon forgot about it. Her daughter has changed, but a good change. This is a good thing. She is too happy to be too late, why bother.

Early the next morning, Yingzi Niang and Yingzi came to the White House. When the old lady was feeding the chicken in the courtyard, she asked, "Is Zhao Lan at home?"

The old lady straightened her waist and looked at Yingzi Niang curiously. This woman actually came to their white house to find Zhao Lan? It’s really anecdotal.

Yingzi Niang is a girl in the city. Because she has not found a suitable husband's family when she is old, she married her to the village to be a wife. When she married, she gave a lot of dowry. At that time, I could see the scenery. I don’t know how much. Envious of people.

Because it came from the city, she rarely confessed to these women in the village. When she was looking at people, she always looked like a high-ranking person, especially Zhao Lan who was bullied in the day.

She actually came to Zhao Lan?

"Do you have something for her?" The old lady's eyes swept to Yingzi, who was next to Yingzi's wife. The Englishman had a small bamboo basket in his hand. The basket was covered with a piece of cloth, and he couldn't figure out what was inside.

Although she couldn't figure out what was inside, she knew that there must be something in this basket.

Yingzi Niang also stayed in this village for a long time. How can she not know who the white lady is? What is the status of Zhao Lan and Bai Yu in this family? If she knows what she is, she will not be able to turn Zhao. What is the mother of Lan.

Yingziiang smiled and said: "Nothing, there is a pile of things to ask her." She turned to see Zhaolan’s broken house. Now it’s really a broken house. She thought of the rainstorm yesterday afternoon, and her face changed. Busy asked: "What happened to this house? Zhao Lan and Shantou are all right?"

The old lady yelled at her hand: "What can they do? People are hard-pressed. They didn't live here last night. They lived in Hu Changlin's house. If you want to find her, go to Hu Changlin's house and find it." After talking, it is not dry. I am obedient.

Yingzi Niang frowned and quickly pulled the Englishman away, but don't let these ugly words dirty the ears of Yingzi, and my heart is even more tired of the white old lady.

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