The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 152 Which Doll Are You From?

There is a big medicine cabinet against the wall, and the names of medicinal materials are written on each cabinet, of course, all in traditional Chinese characters.

It was very difficult for He Xiner to read, so she could only make guesses: catkins, coltsfoot, wild chrysanthemums, forsythia...the first row was missing, and she looked at the second row: tribulus terrestris, cocklebur...

No, He Xiner was a little discouraged~
Read on, there it is!

He Xiner's eyes lit up, "Goji berries"!
She actually yelled out happily, and He Xiner squatted on the ground in fright.

At this moment, no one came to the Huichun Hall for consultation. Yaotong had just gone to the backyard, and there was only an old doctor sitting there with his head down reading a book, so he didn't see the little girl He Xiner.

Well, the original owner didn't eat well, even though he was ten years old, that is, the height of a seven or eight-year-old child, he was really small.

Hearing a crunchy voice calling medlars, the old doctor who was reading looked up but didn't see anyone, could it be that someone left?

Putting down the book, the old doctor stood up and walked to the counter to look down. Sure enough, there was a little guy squatting outside the counter.

A smile flashed in the eyes of the old doctor, and he stroked his beard: "Which family are you from?"

Hearing the old man's kind voice, He Xiner patted her chest and exhaled, then smiled and stood up.

Seeing a real person, He Xiner was overjoyed, is he really an old doctor with a white beard?

Grinning, revealing two rows of small white teeth, sweetly shouted "Hello, Grandpa"

The old doctor looked at her up and down, he didn't recognize her!

However, this girl's small face is as round as a little bun, and she is wearing bright red clothes, which looks extraordinarily festive. Coupled with her sweet smile, she is really rare~
Nothing happened, the old doctor started to tease her: "Where's your lord? You didn't run out by yourself, did you?"

"I came with my father, who sells eggs not far from the door."

"I heard you yelling 'wolfberry' just now, do you know medicine?"

I really don’t have this one. If I had the ability to dig medicinal materials and sell them for a lot of money, why am I so poor!
Seeing the little girl tilting her head, staring at her big black eyes with a serious look on her face, the corners of the old doctor's mouth raised unconsciously. It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting doll.

"Don't you know medicine? Then how do you know medlar?"

Well, let's borrow it from my cousin!
After making up her mind, He Xiner didn't hesitate anymore, and said softly, "I picked some berries on the mountain with my big brother a few days ago, and my big brother said that I saw something called medlar in a book, it's a kind of medicinal material. "

"Oh, so what are you here for?"

"I want to ask if you accept goji berries?"

Then he said, "What we saw were black goji berries, which tasted very good."

Now, the old doctor is really interested, "Do you have a lot of goji berries on the mountain? It's not worth it if you don't have one."

He stroked his beard and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. If you know the properties of the medicine, you can pick it and dry it in the sun. If you don't know the properties of the medicine, it will be wasted in vain."

Seeing what he said, He Xiner nodded, whoever said it wasn't here, how could it be possible for a layman to earn this kind of money.

But she doesn't understand other traditional Chinese medicines. She really knows wolfberry. She checked online how to pick and dry it before, but she didn't know the price. Modern wild black wolfberry is very expensive...

Blinking, showing a cute smiling face: "How about showing it to grandpa after we finish drying it?
It’s best if you can exchange for silver, but it’s okay if you can’t exchange for silver.”

Seeing her insistence, the old doctor kindly reminded her a few words, "This fresh fruit is carefully picked, raw or overripe is not acceptable.

It can’t be squeezed, it should be flattened to dry before drying, and it can’t be exposed to the sun at noon, and the wolfberry is most afraid of the tide.”

The old man is really warm-hearted, he just needs to teach him by hand!
He Xiner was moved in her heart, and bowed respectfully at ninety degrees, "Thank you, grandpa, for teaching me."

(End of this chapter)