Countryside Magic Doctor

Continuous injection of true Qi.

The originally hot forehead began to slowly become cool.

Fever is the disease.

To treat with genuine Qi, Zhang Fei ate bean sprouts as a piece of cake.

A minute or two.

He Feng clearly felt that her temperature had returned to normal.

The disease had been cured, and Yang Jiao recovered some strength, so she struggled to get up.

But he Feng still held him tightly in his arms and couldn't move.

"He Feng is not suitable for us." Yang Jiao whispered.

His face flushed with shame.

He Feng, like a stubborn child, said, "what you love and what I wish is not appropriate."

"I'm your aunt," said Yang Jiao.

"But you are only a few years older than me," He Feng said.

Yes, the identity of this aunt is just a generation gap. In fact, the age gap between him and his sister is just right.

"But that won't work either." Yang Jiao still said stubbornly.

"Sister Jiao, I promise I will treat you all my life." He Feng said with great certainty.

"If I can't, I'm willing to go out and be killed by a car..." He Feng raised his hand and swore to heaven.

I haven't waited for him to finish.

Yang Jiao quickly blocked his mouth with her little hand and said nervously, "no, no, I believe you, I believe you."

Then snuggled up to He Feng in his arms and didn't speak for a long time.

……

More than an hour later, he Feng went out refreshed.

When he went out, he looked at the plum blossom left on the bed and was a little distracted.

Unexpectedly, old man Liu's son turned out to be a loser.

But it's good. It's cheaper for me.

It's natural that people can't stay at other people's homes all the time.

Yang Jiao, who was just engaged in personnel, blushed with shame and kept urging him to leave.

He Feng had no choice but to leave.

Liu San has been waiting for a long time. Obviously, he already knows the results. He doesn't feel that his family has been taken advantage of. Instead, he smiles. What good has he got.

Seeing Liu San's expression, he Feng couldn't help feeling obscene.

So he patted him on the shoulder and said, "don't talk around."

"Yes, boss, I won't say it. You don't believe my mouth." Liu San patted his chest and promised.

Back home, he Lingling and Chen Guixiang obviously didn't find any other changes. They just thought he was out for a walk.

I was speechless all night.

After the year is over.

He Feng first appointed rhubarb to the mountain to get some herbs.

Then I found a bottle of wine and soaked the herbs in it.

He found the old branch secretary with medicinal wine.

Cement roads have been built in the village, which makes it easier to walk.

Without much effort, he Feng went to the old calligrapher.

A pair of red couplets were pasted at the door of the old calligrapher, which was written by his son.

Most of the couplets in the village were written by his son.

Don't spend money. Take paper and ink, and he will write.

It's for your family, the 60 year old teacher, the son of the old party secretary. You want to be more serious.

He writes with dignity and dignity.

From the inside to the outside, there is a majestic air.

The old party secretary's house has also been renovated.

These are He Feng's ideas.

Anyway, there are still a lot of materials left for building roads and houses.

See he Feng coming.

Sitting in the main room all the time, holding a cigarette bag, the old party secretary who smoked a dry cigarette quickly got up to meet him.

He Feng is a great hero in the village. He can't let him ignore it.

"You want to run a company?"

After hearing he Feng's intention, the old party secretary asked in surprise.

The village has never said that it has run any companies or industries, even a small factory.

"Yes, I want to run a company," He Feng nodded.

When he said this, the old Party branch secretary laughed and said to him, "what are you looking for me to run a company? My village Party Secretary can't manage such a big thing. We can't manage it."

Hearing what the old party secretary said, he Feng hurriedly explained what he meant.

"Old party secretary, I want to run a company, which has something to do with our village. I just hope our villagers will support me," He Feng said.

"What do you need the support of the villagers? They may not be able to pay." the old party secretary asked suspiciously, frowning. He was very worried that he Feng wanted the villagers to pay.

"I don't have to pay for the company," He Feng said.

Seeing this, the old party secretary relaxed and asked, "what support do you need?"

"You have to listen to me slowly," He Feng said with a smile.

"You must know what happened in my orchard last year," He Feng asked.

The old branch secretary nodded. People paid 100000 yuan for the fruit of an orchard. He didn't know about it. That's really strange.

"The village said that people gave you money because they saw your ability to cure diseases." the old branch secretary said after taking a cigarette.

"I'm afraid there won't be a second time for such a thing."

"Do you know how much I sold the last juice? First, he gave 100000 yuan, but I didn't sell it." He Feng said faintly.

"What?" after listening to him, the old branch secretary stood up and asked hurriedly.

"You haven't sold 100000 yuan. How greedy you are, he Feng. I can tell you, young people, don't be too greedy." the old branch secretary taught him.

In fact, when an elder teaches you a lesson.

If he doesn't deliberately pick on you and deliberately target you, then even if what you think in your heart, you must pretend to be respectful and obedient, because what can teach you in today's society is good for you.

Even if they wake up in the wrong way.

Seeing that the old branch secretary was so impolite, he Feng quickly got up, pressed him back to his seat, and then smiled and said, "old branch secretary, listen to me first. I sold more than 200000 myself."

"More than 200000?" after listening to him, the old party secretary who had just sat down stood up again.

"How could this be possible?" the old party secretary said intermittently.

He really can't imagine that he can sell more than 200000 fruits at a time, which is a little beyond his imagination.

"How impossible." He Feng said faintly.

"He Feng said confidently that he could sell my fruit, let alone 200000 or 500000.".

"Just blow it. It's good to sell 200000, and say 500000. There are not so many fools in the world, and the rich are not all fools. You can cheat," said the old party secretary.

"I didn't sell these fruits to outsiders." He Feng took a sip from the tea cup on the table and said.

"Old branch secretary, you've also been an official. Have you heard of a special confession?" He Feng said calmly.

The old party secretary nodded. Although the level was not high, he had also heard of the term "special offering".

In fact, as long as you pay a little attention, ordinary people can also understand the special offer. After all, it's not a secret. It's all public!