Yo, grandpa is here

The legend of the Yu clan has added a rich and colorful stroke.

Many years later, when the industries of the Yu clan spread all over Yuzhou and Quanzhou, people can still talk about the stories of the Yu clan's ancestors with great relish.

Rumor has it that the members of the Yu clan are thriving, and the whole clan is capable of different people. They have the skills to reach the heavens, and they can gather precious medicinal materials that others can't get in an instant.

The two ancestors made friends with skilled craftsmen all over the world, and they were brothers of the opposite sex with Westerners, and taught many secret methods that are unknown in the West.
The local tabloids are full of the mysterious Yu clan, and the literati have left many legends for this mysterious clan, making people yearn for this mysterious and powerful ancestor.

No one knows that the so-called thousands of troops and skilled craftsmen in the world, add up to two people.

The donkey cart was far away from the yamen, and stopped in front of the Baihua candied fruit shop on the side of the road. Buli went in and walked around, and when he came out, there was an extra paper bag in his hand, which was filled with various candied fruit.

Qingqing pinched a piece and put it in her mouth, it was sour and sweet, no wonder there were so many children in front of the door, foodies regardless of ancient and modern.

"I'll go in and buy another pack. I'll drop by to see Langzhong Liu. I didn't meet her last time when her clinic was closed."

"I'll go buy it." Buli wanted to go in, but Qingqing dragged him.

"I'll go. You don't know what girls like."

"Oh." Buli didn't think much, and when he turned around, he missed the sly smile on Qingqing's face.

Liu Langzhong is a girl after all, how could she let him buy snacks for other women?
Liu Langzhong's medical clinic is still so lively, people come and go, Qingqing and others have left before entering.

"It's you." Liu Langzhong looked the same as before, indifferently.

"Passing by, I saw that this preserved fruit is pretty good, so I bought a copy for you." Qingqing casually put the things on the table.

"I know you're busy, why don't you eat some snacks and drink tea when you're free, and enjoy life." Qingqing was familiar with herself, her familiar tone coupled with a smile on her face made the girl who was shaking soberly feel a little dazed.

"Your husband said, are you 26 this year?"

"Well, yes."

Liu Langzhong sighed.

Although they were the same age, she felt that she was decades older than Madam Yu.

"Hey, where is my husband?" Qingqing chatted with Liu Langzhong for a few words before realizing that Buli had disappeared.

After a while, I saw him coming out of the opposite tea house, still holding a bag of tea leaves, and did not come in, just waiting quietly outside.

"Look at this prodigal man in my family, who spends money without seeing it at a glance, then I won't bother you today, and I will come over to chat with you another day." Qingqing stood up and waved to Langzhong Liu.

"I'll come to play with you next time I'm in the city." Walking to the door, he twitched the corners of his lips to the dazed Liu Langzhong, "Try to smile, you must look good when you smile."

Doors opened and closed, people came and went.

Liu Langzhong looked through the window lattice, the young couple leaning together in the donkey cart, couldn't hear what they said, but could feel the close friendship from their actions.

The little drug boy yelled a few times before Langzhong Liu came back to his senses.

"This lady from the Yu family is very interesting. She is in our shop, and the doctor's mood is brightened."

Liu Langzhong tapped Yaotong's head with his pen.

"Speak up."

The little drug boy was not afraid of being scolded, and continued to say at the risk of being knocked on the head: "It's true, there seems to be light in the eyes of Mrs. Yu's family. The doctor sees her in a good mood, and I see it too. I hope she often Come."

Liu Langzhong picked up a plum sent by Qingqing and put it in his mouth, the sweet and sour taste spread in his mouth.

There is light in the eyes and a smile on the face, Mrs. Yu is so bright, she had it many years ago.

It's just that she was not as lucky as Mrs. Yu, and she didn't meet a man like the patriarch Yu who was willing to take child-avoiding medicine for herself.

Many girls have bright smiles like Mrs. Yu's, but there are not many men who can protect such smiles.

The little drug boy saw that the doctor was in a trance, and knew that she was thinking of her late husband again. Everyone in this town knew that Liu Langzhong's husband was gone, and she had no children and lived by opening a medical clinic.

"Lang Zhong, which one is more stalwart, your husband or the patriarch Yu?"

Xiao Yaotong guessed that the dead husband who made Langzhong often fall into deep thought must be an excellent man, otherwise he would often be in a trance.

But in the eyes of the little Yaotong, patriarch Yu is also a rare and strange man.

The little drug boy followed the doctor in the pharmacy every day, and also met many members who accompanied his wife. These people were all richer than the patriarch Yu, and his wife rode a sedan chair and rode a horse, but none of them could compare to driving a small broken donkey cart. The patriarch Yu looked more masculine.

Yaotong is still young, so it’s not because the patriarch is different from other men. He just thinks about what the shopkeepers in the nearby shops said when chatting. A good man should be as tall as Wei Jiajun. That's what Patriarch Yu is like.

Liu Langzhong closed his eyes, and the little Yaotong propped his chin and stared curiously to answer, his eyes were slick, like black beans.

"Have you memorized all the seven words of pharmacology?"

"Ah, just explain that you can just memorize it a few days ago." The little drug boy didn't wait for the gossip that he was thinking about, and also ushered in the brutal exam, his little face collapsed.

"I see that you have a lot of free time, and you don't have time to think about these things."

The little drug boy didn't dare to say any more, stood up disheveledly, took out the booklet, faced the wall and recited the awkward medicine jingle:

"Gentian and aloe purify the liver fire, nourish the liver and blood with Wuzhen."

Amid the stuttering sound of Yaotong reciting, Liu Langzhong pinched a red plum and put it in his mouth, the sour taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart.

Plum is sad.

People have a variety of tastes.

If we talk about Wei'an, then "he" is a well-deserved hero. How can patriarch Yu, who is driving a donkey cart, compare with him.

But in this world, the situation is changing and coming again, the most indispensable thing is heroes.

On the contrary, patriarch Yu is the only man who knows how to cherish his wife.

If "he" could be like Patriarch Yu and put his wife first in everything, would she still have the old face she has today?
"Hey, is this matcha powder?" Qingqing opened the paper bag, and there was green tea foam inside.

Poke a little with your fingers and put it in your mouth. It is very close to the matcha of later generations, but the fine taste is a little different.

"Well, it's called Tuancha here. The craftsmanship is slightly different from that of later generations, but it's okay to make a substitute."

He wants to use this to make small matcha milk balls for Qingqing. Sprinkle a layer of green matcha powder on the round milk balls, so that you can feel the natural atmosphere in winter.

"Is this very expensive?" Qingqing remembered that Man Shan's family drank ordinary coarse tea, and she could not leave to listen to gossip at the tea stand, which was also tea leaves.

This kind of fine matcha powder is the first time I have seen it.

"Last time I came to ask it was expensive—"

Qingqing's eyes turned black, this guy won't spend all the money he just earned to buy this, right?

"But today I don't know why, and I suddenly dealt with it in a hurry. I only spent a little over [-] yuan to buy these."

The price dropped sharply, catching up with the big sale of the ancient jumping price, and it was out of control if you didn't leave.

"It's not cheap like twenty or so. How much did you ask last time?"

"Two taels of silver."

Qingqing snorted, it's good, it hasn't expired and hasn't deteriorated, why did the price drop so much suddenly?