Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 144

Not to mention whether Zhao Jian would be angry, she intuitively felt that they were people who were talking about status and status.

It's better to pay attention.

As for Zhao Jian, she didn't take his pulse just now when she helped his wrist to point out where the vegetables were, but in the morning, when Zhao Jian said that he was not in good health, she took the opportunity to find out.

It is said to be a virtual fire, but it is not a real virtual fire. I am afraid that it is caused by poisoning.

However, after taking medicine or suppressing it with internal force, it slowly turns into virtual fire, and after a long time, there may be internal deficiency and yin cold, from fire to cold, and the five channels are blocked...

She doesn't know what it will become in the end, she has learned too many and complicated things in these years.

It's all relying on my own clever head to forcefully remember the things I have seen, not the accumulated experience step by step.

Therefore, she can only get a half-knowledge, and dare not make a diagnosis, so she uses the most conservative "false fire" to explain.

Presumably, ordinary doctors can only see here.

If everyone is cured well, Zhao Jian will not have the idea of ​​"seeking a doctor".

Zhao Jian said that he was not in good health and a little drowsy, which might be a sign of blocked five channels.

Ding Shitou was worried and didn't know how to treat it, so he could only prevent him from eating some of the ingredients he had prepared.

Only chili, Zhao Jian said before that hot ones are not tasty, will let him eat one.

Mung beans and scallops cannot be eaten together, so she swept the mung bean snacks and snacks into the box and put them away as soon as she came.

"I only ate one of the spicy ones, and I will only give you ten cents."

Zhao Jian tasted everything, drank a bowl of soup, then put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked Han Yiqing to bring out the money.

Knowing that Ding Shitou is coming today, they still prepared a lot of change.

Seeing Zhao Jian counting the money seriously, Ding Shitou curled his lips and looked up at the sky, but did not speak.

"Hey, take it. When I get better, you can make it for me, and I will reward you with one or two." Zhao Jian couldn't help curling his lips with the whistling breath in his ears.

"Got it, my lord!" Ding Shitou reached out his hand to take the ten pennies speechlessly, and immediately stuffed it into the empty money bag he brought.

"This braised pork is fat but not greasy, and the pickled vegetables are also refreshing to eat, so you can get more rewards." Zhao Jian went to touch the pile of money again.

"Wait!" Ding Shitou suddenly shouted, Zhao Jian was stunned.

Ding Shitou grabbed Zhao Jian's big palm and placed it upwards, and then he began to hold money and put it in Zhao Jian's palm.

"This way we can catch a few more." Ding Shitou happily explained.

For the young master who deliberately made things difficult for her, she can only pick one more and count as one.

Zhao Jian smiled, but did not object. Thinking that the money had just passed in his palm, the smile on his face grew even wider.

"Thank you for the reward!" Ding Shitou made himself nearly 180 yuan by "helping to catch the money", and he was full of joy.

Of course, at Zhao Jian's request, she reported the number, which really made Zhao Jian laugh.

Not far away, Han Yiqing rolled his eyes.

The master is quite happy playing the game of house with the little girl.

Ding Shitou tasted the sweetness, and asked Zhao Jian's evaluation of other dishes more actively, and then took the initiative to help him move his palm to the pile of money, and then carefully put loose money on it...

Zhao Jian's palm was caught by the little hand, and there was always a funny smile on the corner of his mouth.

Six dishes and one soup, except for chili, which was only given ten cents, and she gave the rest of the money desperately. The minimum was 160 six cents, and the maximum was two hundred and one cents.

Hearing her counting the money, Zhao Jian even forgot to eat.

(End of this chapter)