Rebirth in the college entrance examination: making a fortune with rough man

Chapter 36 Chapter 36

Seeing the fat boy come back with a snot all over his face, he felt more and more that Zheng Jinhua's fists were hardened because other people's children were good. The kind grandma who used to have a grandson was gone, and only other people's grandchildren were good and irritable old ladies.

Picking up the fat boy, I couldn't help but raised my hand and slapped his fleshy buttocks: "How many times have I told you, don't wipe your nose with your sleeve, don't wipe your nose with your sleeve, how old are you? So sloppy. The clothes and shoes are changed in the morning, look, it’s all dirty in the morning, can’t you imitate your little brother?"

Gao Dapang didn't take it seriously: "Sister Ye Zi said that the sons and daughters of the world don't care about trivial matters."

Zheng Jinhua almost couldn't hold back his grandson's dog's head: "Then, does your sister Ye Zi have a snot all the time? Do you wipe your nose with your sleeve? Did you go out and play around wildly, and when you came back, you buried your whole body and asked grandma to help you wash it?" Clothes? You haven't learned the advantages of your sister Ye Zi, and you still mess around with me, distorting the words, are you itchy?"

When Gao Dapang saw his grandma raised his hand, he broke free and ran away with a loud voice. His grandma was no longer the grandma she used to be.

The chubby little short legs turned around: "I'm going to the hospital to see my aunt Yu, and I won't be back at noon."

Zheng Jinhua chased to the door and shouted: "You brat, don't disturb your Aunt Yu, Ye Zi and Xiao Mian didn't come, your Uncle Sang is here, take care of your skin."

It's a pity that Gao Dapang didn't hear it, otherwise he would have turned around and turned back. He was still very afraid of Sang Dazhuang.

Wang Xinfeng watched the grandparents and grandchildren quarreling, and couldn't help being happy: "Big Fatty is really good-natured, unlike my little boy, who is too quiet, not as quiet as a nine-year-old boy, but like a 90-year-old boy." old man."

"I just like Xiaolian, who is gentle, smart and obedient, why don't we change?"

"Okay, if you want to be willing to give up your big fat, I'll change it with you."

"What's so reluctant about that stupid boy, Big Fatty? If you are willing to part with your little man, I'll trade it with you too."

The two old ladies refused to accept each other and insisted on changing their grandson.

In the hospital, as soon as Gao Dapang opened the door, he met Sang Dazhuang's big copper bell eyes, trembling with fright, Xiao Fatty trembled accordingly, it was very comical.

Yuzhi didn't sleep for a long time, she woke up, saw Gao Dapang, and greeted with a smile: "Why is Comrade Fatty here?"

Tall and chubby, trying to avoid Sang Dazhuang, he scrambled to the bedside: "I came to see Aunt Yu, Grandma Wang was playing with my grandma at my house, so she didn't have time to talk to me. Aunt Yu, Miss Ye Zi and Xiao Man Didn't brother come?"

"No, it's inconvenient in the hospital, and I have nothing to do here, so I didn't come, what's the matter with Fatty?"

"It's okay," Gao Dapang took a peek at Sang Dazhuang, who was looking unhappy, and said goodbye with discernment: "Sister Ye Zi and Brother Xiao Mo are not here, so I will leave first, Aunt Yu, rest well, and I will come to see you later. "

Before Yu Zhi could reply, the little fat man nimbly got out and ran away.

In the Cooper Brigade, outside the dilapidated cowshed, the slovenly little old man sat on a lame rocking chair, gnawing on the roast chicken leisurely. In the cold weather, the cold wind was blowing, and he was not afraid of freezing.

Mulberry sat on a stone pier beside her, concentrating on a dilapidated ancient book.

It's just that the more he looked at the brows, the tighter his brows were. This is a poisonous scripture, the last one in his hand, there is no word on health preservation and treatment, no, nothing at all.

Cracks appeared in the eternal indifference, and he threw the book away irritably, and looked at the little old man with black and white eyes: "I want to study medicine."

The little old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "The old man begged you to study medicine before, but you didn't study medicine. He wanted to study poison. What, did you go back on your word?"

Sangshen's eyes moved, and she asked coldly, "Do you want to teach?"

The little old man snorted: "Just like your old man, you are not likable, and your family is not likable."

Mulberry turned her head and left without saying a word.

The little old man was so angry that his beard was raised, and he said quietly behind Mulberry: "I can tell you, if there is anyone in this world who can save your mother, except me, the old man, I will never find another one."

Mulberry stopped and looked back at the little old man with deep eyes.

The little old man snorted twice: "Don't believe me, the little old man is very familiar with your mother's body. If it wasn't for the old man last time, she would have died long ago. You two unlucky children will become motherless children."

Mulberry pursed her thin lips, her voice was soft and cold: "You all know, but no one told us."

Everyone knows that person won't live long, but no one tells them because they are children?Or because telling them won't help either?Or, are their brothers and sisters unimportant?
The little old man looked at Mulberry, a nine-year-old child whose mind was as mature as 90 years old.

He likes the stability and intelligence of the little guy, but he doesn't like his depth.

"Don't complain, what is there to complain about, isn't this normal?"

Yes, he understands everything, and there is nothing to complain about. Maybe he is regretting it. If he had known earlier, he would not have done those things that made her angry. Her body might be better than it is now.

It's just that the word regret is the most incompetent.

"Will she... be okay?"

The little old man hooked his lips: "Who knows, I'm not sure, it depends on you."

Mulberry clenched her fist, and her voice became warmer: "Teach me."

The little old man didn't agree right away, even though he was very happy.

Putting away the usual foolishness, he said seriously: "Although it is said that medicine and poison are not separate, but studying medicine and studying poison are two different mentalities. If you are a doctor, can you possibly fulfill your duty as a doctor?"

There was a hint of confusion in Mulberry's eyes: "What?"

"Life is equal."

Mulberry lowered her eyes, life is never equal, there is no such thing as equality in the world.

"I try my best."

The little old man was not disappointed with such an answer. Sangshui was a child with a lot of hostility. Since he was three years old, he began to teach him how to learn poison.

He could feel the emotions that were inadvertently revealed when Mulberry was poisoned, with madness and coldness, which were not emotions a child should have.

Therefore, Sangshou didn't want to study medicine, but he didn't force it, because he really wasn't suitable.

Now Mulberry is willing to learn, and he is also willing to teach, because Mulberry is really talented.

What a contradictory existence, but it makes people reluctant.

The little old man knew that Mulberry was a child who kept his promise, and since he said he would try his best, he would not use medical skills to do things against the doctor.

With such a promise, the little old man is complete.

"Okay, go to the house and take out the book at the foot of the bed, take it back and read it, and come to me after reading it."

Mulberry is not surprised at the little old man's attitude towards books. The poisonous scriptures he has read are all found in every corner of the little old man's house. They have gone through various disasters, and they can be preserved until now because of their fate .

The two yellowed books looked worn out, but fortunately, the content was not missing or blurred.

The books had no titles and were all manuscripts.

After getting the book mulberry, he went home. The first thing to do was to re-copy the book. Although these books are tattered, they are all treasures. He is different from the little old man, he loves books.

The little old man sat on the rocking chair and continued to sway, with a pile of chicken bones under his feet. He smashed his mouth to taste the aroma of chicken, and sighed regretfully that there was no wine.

Lao Sang's family is really hateful, just don't buy him wine, without wine, life is no fun.

At the foot of the mountain at the end of the village where few people visit, mulberry leaves are leaning against crooked-neck trees with weeds in their mouths.

Sucking his nose, Huzi ran over: "Sister Yezi, we just put the excrement we dug on Mrs. Wu's kang. This is fresh excrement just pulled by Li Shuanzhu."

Li Shuanzhu is the eldest grandson of Mrs. Wu. He is a lazy brat who eats a lot and poops a lot, several times a day.

The tiger took a good look at it, and sent it fresh and fresh to Mrs. Wu's kang. Thinking about it, he was overjoyed, and his nose bubbled very happily.

Sang Ye's face was gloomy, and she was not happy at all.

The little fights just made Mrs. Wu feel sick, but the one at home is almost dead.

It was all because of his stupidity, Sang Ye blamed himself to death, raised his hand and slapped himself, his eyes were flushed, and he looked a bit ferocious.

Huzi was startled by the turnip heads, he stopped laughing, and looked at Mulberry Ye worriedly.

They knew that because Mrs. Wu picked it up, Sang Ye made her mother vomit blood, and she is still lying in the hospital.

Everyone said that Mulberry Ye was a white-eyed wolf, an unfilial son, and a scourge.

"Sister Yezi, don't worry, Auntie will be fine. Tomorrow, when we find Li Shuanzhu to be alone, we will arrest him and beat him up."

"That's right, Miss Ye Zi, Li Shuanzhu will steal vegetables from other people's vegetable fields at noon every day. Let's go at noon to ensure that no one will find out."

Sang Ye's reddened eyes were full of coldness: "Not enough, how can this be enough, you continue to watch Mrs. Wu's house for me, everyone in Mrs. Wu's family will not let go, and write down everything they have done. "

"Well, sister Ye Zi, don't worry, we will definitely keep an eye on Li Shuanzhu's house." Little Luobotou was very loyal, and patted his chest to promise.

Sang Ye was upset, and always wanted to do something to vent: "I'll go for a run on the mountain, you guys go home quickly, don't follow me."

Luobotou knew that mulberry leaves were very powerful, and he often went into the mountains to hunt some pheasants and hares for them to eat, so he didn't worry about her accident, so he carefully told her: "Sister Yezi, it's getting late, don't stay in the mountains for too long."

"know."

The next day, Sang Dazhuang borrowed a car from nowhere. Not everyone can own a car these days.

Yuzhi didn't ask him who he borrowed from or how he borrowed it, but he had a new understanding of a man's ability.

Wang Xinfeng was very calm, as if Sang Dazhuang didn't do anything, it should be taken for granted.

Cars are indeed more comfortable than passenger cars, faster, and not cold.

It's just that Yuzhi didn't want to be too ostentatious, so she got off the car as soon as she reached the village entrance.

Sang Dazhuang sent the driver away and went home with Yuzhi on his back.

It was getting colder, and it was still snowing heavily, and there was no one on the village road, and no one knew that Yuzhi had arrived home.

At home, the two children burned the kang early. Yesterday Wang Xinfeng called back and told the two children.

The elm branch was bouncing all the way, and he felt drowsy, laying on Sang Dazhuang's back, and fell asleep within a minute.

The family members placed her lightly on the kang and guarded her silently.

Sang Dazhuang tucked in the quilt for Yuzhi, looked away lovingly, and saw the mulberry and mulberry leaves standing at the door, his expression turned cold: "Go out."

Wang Xinfeng frowned, feeling very tired, it was all wronged by the whole family.

"Xiao Mo, Ye Zi, you can go out and play, your mother will be fine, and come to see her when she wakes up."

The siblings responded in a low voice, not daring to look at Sang Dazhuang, and walked out with their heads down.

Wang Xinfeng slapped Sang Dazhuang, and said in a low voice: "Why are you angry at the children, if you have the ability to find the culprit, my old lady warns you, put away your strange temper in front of Zhizhi, if you make Zhizhi worry, The old lady chopped you up."

Sang Dazhuang has been guarding the elm branches all these days, and has no time to take revenge, but that doesn't mean he won't take revenge, he wrote it down.

"I won't let Zhizhi worry, Mom, just watch over Zhizhi, and I'll bring the old man here."

"Well, let's go."

Sang Dazhuang left, Wang Xinfeng looked at Yuzhi's almost transparent little face, the pretended strength disappeared all of a sudden, and she secretly cried.

Mulberry and Sangye brothers and sisters watched from outside the door, blaming and resenting themselves.

Sang Dazhuang strode towards the cowshed, the little old man was still sitting on his lame rocking chair, looking very relaxed.

Sang Dazhuang didn't say a word, and left with the person in his arms. The little old man was used to being carried in the air like this, with his hands and feet stretched out in a mess.

When I arrived at Lao Sang's house, I went to see Yuzhi consciously without saying anything.

After just one glance, I couldn't help but clicked my tongue, and the heart of the four members of Lao Sang's family almost stopped suddenly.

Wang Xinfeng glared at him angrily: "Look carefully, don't make his mother make weird voices."

The little old man snorted: "What's interesting, just prepare for the funeral slowly."

Immediately, the four cold lights poked the little old man's hairs on end, grinning his teeth and jumping his feet: "What are you doing, what are you doing, it's just a joke, you're stingy, you don't have any guts."

"My old lady warns you, no matter how foolish you are, this old lady will dismantle your old bones."

The little old man muttered, cursing and daring not to refute.

But what he said was true. The foundation of Yuzhi's body was destroyed, and all internal organs were damaged. If he offered it like a Bodhisattva, he might be able to breathe for two more years, but even the gods of Daluo could not be saved.

Pity……

"Come here, little bastard, I will teach you a set of needles, and I will prick her every three days from now on."

Mulberry glanced at Sang Dazhuang, Sang Dazhuang just frowned, walked over without saying a word.

The little old man looked at Mulberry in disgust, this kid was also afraid, it was amazing.

"Here, get a needle in your Neiguan acupoint to see if you are qualified to learn." The little old man handed Mulberry a golden needle.

Holding the mulberry in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, he stabbed at his Neiguan acupoint, the needle was fast and accurate, and the little old man was quite satisfied.

"The strength is a little weaker. I will play with sticks and practice more when I have nothing to do. Look good, now I will teach you the Big Dipper acupuncture method. This is a set of acupuncture methods evolved from the Big Dipper array."

"Use seven needles to arrange a hexagram formation of the Big Dipper and the Seven Stars, gather the Qi of the Big Dipper and the Heavenly Gang to the human body, and light up the seven lamps of the human body, which can eliminate disasters and improve luck, prolong life and cure diseases, and strengthen the body."

"When using it, the patient's whole body's qi and blood will circulate, clear the meridians, balance yin and yang, activate blood and remove blood stasis, and eliminate residual garbage in the body. The acupuncture method is a bit overbearing, so be careful when using it."

Mulberry looked focused, carefully remembering every stitch the little old man dropped and every word he said.

The seven needles don't take long, stop the needle for 15 minutes, and take out the needle if there is no problem.

After the acupuncture was over, Yuzhi's pale face had a tinge of blood, and everyone couldn't help but be happy.

The little old man snorted: "There's nothing to be happy about, it's just the illusion of mobilizing qi and blood with needles, it will dissipate after a while, let's take care of it, she can't use strong medicine now, I'll write some medicinal recipes for you, Cook her food every now and then, let's see her luck."

The hearts of the four in Lao Sang's family sank again, and they didn't speak.

The little old man spent a meal at Lao Sang's house, but was taken back by Sang Dazhuang.

(End of this chapter)