The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

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Li Donglai thought it was funny.

After three years, Qin Huairu is no longer that simple rural girl.

Li Donglai is no longer a cow herder.

. . .

Li Donglai's mood was calm, and he smiled and said, "Sister Jia, it's so late, what are you doing?"

Sister Jia! ! !

Qin Huairu was so blocked that she could hardly breathe.

Li Donglai, you are so cruel!

I want to be a city man, what's wrong!

Do you face the loess and turn your back to the sky all your life!

Qin Huairu's chest was ups and downs, and the corners of her eyes became rosy, "Donglai..."

"Sister-in-law Jia, please call me cousin Donglai. It's inappropriate for us to be seen by brother Xu Dong at such a late hour." Li Donglai lowered his face and said, "Even if you don't care about this, I still If you don't marry a wife, you can't ruin your reputation."

These words were like sharp knives stabbed straight into Qin Huairu's heart, and then messed around.

It turned out that the heart really hurts.

"Sister-in-law Jia, if I have nothing to do, I will go back to bed first, and I have to go to work tomorrow morning." Li Donglai's heart was already cold, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Qin Huairu woke up and smiled awkwardly, "Cousin, my mother-in-law heard that you are a doctor and wants you to get some medicine from the hospital."

"take?"

Li Donglai was stunned by Qin Huairu's brain circuit.

Why is this family so fond of 'holding' things?

"Yes, even if you take it, you also know that only Xudong in our family has a salary, and his life is hard..."

Before Qin Huairu could finish speaking, Li Donglai slammed and closed the door.

The disturbed airflow from the door fan blew Qin Huairu's bangs, and also blew her inner anger.

"Isn't it just a little medicine! Even if you don't recite the Hundred Days of Grace, you are all neighbors and should help!"

Since getting married, Jia Zhang's family has instilled Qin Huairu's life experience in the courtyard.

People here are good-natured, as long as they show misery, they provoke their sympathy.

They will foolishly give us food and clothes.

Of course, you can also borrow money.

But borrowing money is not called borrowing, it is called taking.

For the Jia family, why should they pay back the money they borrowed on their own merits?

The big deal is that when the time comes, two more tear beans will fall, so that the creditor will be embarrassed to rush to pay it back.

Although Qin Huairu hated Jia Zhang's family, she admired this kind of life experience.

Otherwise, I wouldn't let the bare pole, silly Zhu, rubbing against her all day long.

Qin Huairu returned to Jia's house and told Jia Zhangshi that Li Donglai refused to 'take' the medicine.

The old face of Jia Zhangshi suddenly became gloomy, "I can see it, this kid Li Donglai is like a fool, he is a grandson, and he will be a bankrupt in the future!"

Jia Xudong gave a 'bah', "He's your cousin, you can't handle him, it's really useless."

Qin Huairu gritted her teeth and silently helped Xiaodang change her diaper.

She hates Jia Zhang and Jia Xudong.

There is no ability at all, only to support women.

. . .

In the early morning, the bright sun dispelled the darkness, and the capital came to life again.

When Li Donglai woke up, Li Xiaomei had already prepared her meal.

The cornmeal porridge is sprinkled with frangipani.

Take a sip, and the unique fragrance of eggs emerges in your mouth.

Li Donglai told his little sister yesterday to boil the eggs and eat them, but she spilled them into the porridge.

this child. . .

Li Donglai drank porridge and began to plan to make money.

If it is ten years later, the cold wind has already blown and the spring breeze has arrived, he can completely rely on the unreasonable barefoot doctor system to open a hospital.

Earning a small goal every day is easy.

but.

Under the current situation, the prescriptions given by the barefoot doctor system are too bizarre.

If you are stabbed by someone with a heart, it is estimated that there will be big trouble.

It seems that it is still necessary to be patient, until the spring flowers bloom.

Even if you want to make money, you have to find another way.

. . .

Until the bowl of porridge was finished, Li Donglai had no idea.

There is no way to make money, but there is a way to make money, Yan Bugui appeared at the door with a smile.

He was holding a cardboard box covered with old newspapers.On the cardboard box was the word 'donation' written with a brush.

"Donglai, on behalf of our courtyard, I'm here to raise money for Jia's family and Shazhu. Uncle knows that you just paid the tuition for your little sister, so just pay a little less." Yan Bugui squeezed in as he spoke.

He had a good impression of Li Donglai.

Yesterday, Li Donglai, Qin Huairu's cousin, did not speak for the Jia family, which made Yan Bugui look at him with admiration.

This is to help not to help parents.

Although Yan Bugui is a shrewd person, he is the person with the most upright views in the courtyard.

"Every family has donated. Listen." Yan Bugui was afraid that Li Donglai would not believe it, so he shook the cardboard box.

There is really the sound of banknotes swaying inside, and it sounds like a lot.

"Then, I'll donate a penny." Li Donglai took out the brown-yellow banknote and stuffed it into the cardboard box.

"A penny..." Yan Bugui was a little too little.

Seeing Li Xiaomei's eyes widened and her little fists clenched, he smiled awkwardly, "Confucius said, sending goose feathers for a thousand miles is a polite gift. A penny is a lot."

At this time, Xu Damao happened to pass by the door.

Xu Damao is a well-known and well-to-do family in the Siheyuan, so let's not talk about his salary.

Every time I go to the countryside to show a movie, I can get some fresh products such as mushrooms, pecans, and chestnuts back.

He said it was sent by a fellow villager, but Yan Bugui didn't believe it.

Life in the countryside is not easy these days, how could he be willing to give it to him, it is estimated that he got it easily.

No matter where he came from, Da Mao is rich, unlike Li Donglai, who is poor.

"Da Mao, where are you going to work? Donate a little?" Yan Bu Guimao rushed out on his waist, blocking Xu Da Mao.

"The deaf old lady has spoken, and every household has to donate money."

"Look, I've already received so many donations!"

"As a member of the Siheyuan, you should also do your best."

Yan Bugui shook the cardboard box loudly.

As soon as he heard the donation to Shazhu and Jia's family, Xu Damao's shoehorn face suddenly elongated.

In the past, he wouldn't care about this little money.

But, I was beaten by silly Zhu only yesterday, and the chickens raised at home were almost kicked to death.

I want to donate money, but there is no door.

"Third Master, look at my face, do you think I should donate?" Xu Damao pointed to the bruise on his forehead.

"Cough, that's silly Zhu playing for you, it has nothing to do with donations." Yan Bugui's eyes flickered and he didn't dare to look at Xu Damao.

"Donation is the top task of our compound. You know what the top task is, the top task is the big task, you know what the big task is, the big task is..."

Xu Damao also had a headache when he saw that Yan Bugui had turned on the chanting mode.

This old teacher is really addicted to teaching.

"Yes, if I donate a dollar, I will give it to the grave in advance." Xu Damao gritted his teeth, took out a stack of bills from his pocket, and took one out and stuffed it into the cardboard box.

No matter whether he goes to the grave or hangs his filial piety, as long as there is money in the box, I will give you a share of the money.

Yan Bugui smiled wide-eyed, hugged the box and ran away.

Li Donglai looked at his cheerful bunny appearance, frowned, and whispered, "This early morning, the big guy didn't get up, so there's so much money in the box?"

This remark woke Xu Damao, and he quickly chased after Yan Bugui.

"Master, you dare to fool me!"

Chapter 27

Xu Damao often goes to the countryside to play movies, and climbs the mountains like walking on the ground.

Yan Bugui is an old teacher, how could he outrun him, only two steps before Xu Damao grabbed the collar.

"Give me the box!"

"No, this is a donation box, a public property."