The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Late at night, Wen Ruolan lay in the grass nest, quietly looking at the starry sky outside.

It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful starry sky when I'm so big. In my mind, it's setou today. No, if the flowers are shadowless.

It's not surprising that ancient people were warlike. Wen Ruolan also found the reason why he couldn't feel the pulse of flowers. It's not surprising that he was injured when he led soldiers to fight on the battlefield. In the cold weapon era, military wars were always covered with human flesh and knives.

But why did Hua Wuying come to Qishan?

Turning over, Wen Ruolan couldn't sleep any more. She didn't understand everything in the world, but a small Wenjia village didn't. She was ambitious and wanted to be a village master in Wenjia village with all her medical skills. Now she finally understood that the ideal fullness was always defeated by the reality of backbone.

When you get up and sit in the yard with a small stool, you can see the oil lamp still on in the room. What if the family knew they were a fake?

But after a bitter smile, I feel ridiculous.

In the thatched cottage, the flowers are shadowless, and the beads of sweat are as big as rain. Next to them, people in black smack their tongue and sit far away at the door.

"Who poisoned you?"

Hua Wuying shakes his head and lies on the ground after his heart is piercing. He feels like a dead dog.

"Do you believe in a village girl like that?" The man in black took out a porcelain vase from his arms and threw it to Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying shook his head: "no, I believe her."

"Oh, it really makes me curious. Why don't I go to meet this village girl, by the way..."

"You dare!" Flower shadowless eyes such as a knife, the man in black smile, squat down: "flower shadowless, you now look like I will be afraid of you? Don't forget that I, Luo fan, have a good appearance and extraordinary skill. Many daughters like me very much. "

"It's just the flower gatherer." Hua Wuying closed her eyes: "go and hunt a deer for me, and ask for antler."

The next morning, Hua Wuying came in with a weak body and a dead deer on the rope.

Wen Ruolan's face was pumping, and her brain was patchy. Now the picture of catching deer on the mountain is inexplicable.

"Do you want any more today?" Hua Wuying put the deer aside and asked.

Wen Ruolan accepted the smile on his face and shook his head: "no, I'm not ready to apply medicine today. Since you can catch deer, go to Qishan first and pick up some mulberry wood for me to make firewood."

Luo fan, who has been following Hua Wuying all the time, almost didn't run away. His brother became so sick and was ordered by a village girl. How can he not be angry? But for the sake of her small face, I'm not going to beat her.

Hua Wuying turned around and went out. Wen Ruolan found that his legs were much better and was relieved.

All the herbs were put in the wooden basin. When the mallet was found, it began to smash. There were sweat beads on the forehead. It quickly wiped and continued.

Qishan, Hua Wuying sitting down against a tree, looking at Luo fan everywhere to collect firewood, asked: "nine really want to come?"

"Well, it's well known that Jiuye believes in Buddhism. It's said that master Buzhou has returned to Qishan, so naturally he will come to visit." Luo Fan said, tied up the mulberry wood and put it in his hand: "do you understand?"

Hua Wuying nodded. How can he not understand that he has been missing for four years, and it's time to go back to see the master and plead guilty.

"Are you afraid of that girl?" When going down the mountain, Luo fan couldn't help asking.

Flower shadowless look at him, pick eyebrows: "you did not provoke, provoked still afraid."

"Don't laugh. When you laugh, the devil cries." Luo fan walked quickly in front, but he thought that the village girl who was afraid of Hua Wuying was really so powerful?

Wen Ruolan sneezed and looked up at the carpenter who was facing the dead deer. He couldn't help shaking his head: "Dad, it's from setou. Can this man hunt?"

"Dad doesn't know, but this man is very mysterious. He never deals with the villagers." Carpenter Wen found a knife and looked at the antlers to figure out how to cut them.

Wen Ruolan looked at most of the smashed herbs beside her and made up her mind to cure him. After a night's thinking, she felt that she and the family needed a support.

"Dad, don't cut it off. You put the deer in the cold cellar. We'll go to the county tomorrow."

It's not difficult to live. It's too difficult to have no money. Wen Ruolan thinks more than this.

Carpenter Wen obeyed his daughter's advice and didn't think it was inappropriate. He dragged the deer to the cold cellar behind the house.

Hua Wuying dragged mulberry wood into the yard, and Wen Ruolan asked the carpenter to apply medicine to him.

This afternoon, Hua Wuying was lying in the kitchen, living as if she were dying. When it was dark, Wen Ruolan was not idle. She moved out the quilt and clothes, sat in front of the well and began to wash clothes.

Luo fan squatted on the tree and was fascinated. Seeing her busy figure and occasionally speaking gently, he doubted whether Hua Wuying was frightening herself. What could be so terrible about such a woman?

In the village, the women who are good at letter all squat at home and dare not come out. The most gripping is Mrs. Wang.

Did she know that when she went to Wen's house to burn them, her son Dazhu vomited blood to carpenter Wen. Now she is protecting them again. It's not good.

"Lao Wang tou." Wang took the basket from Lao Wang's hand: "you go to the county."

"Another moth?" Lao Wang tou knows this woman so well that he has never stopped in his whole life.

Mrs. Wang, with a black face, pointed to the tip of Lao Wang's nose: "you useless loser, let you go, you go! The monsters of the Wen family are about to turn over. What's the way to live? I can see clearly. The little widow Wen Ruolan is cruel. She has scared all the people in Li Zheng's house for several days without looking at her

Lao Wang had nothing to say.

"I'll go tomorrow. I'll go to the county master's house and tell him that the Wen family are alive and kicking. I don't believe the county master will spare them." Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth: "if you don't do it for yourself, heaven will destroy the earth. Do you hear that?"

"Good! Tomorrow Laowangtou sighed. Dazhu has been lying in bed for several days since he came back. If it goes on like this, he has to get sick. It seems that he still has to go.

For no reason, Wen Ruolan was flustered. Looking up at the flowers in the kitchen, she wiped her hands and came out of the window: "is there any gas?"

Hua Wuying raised his eyelids, covered with green ointment, he took a breath: "I can't die, I itch all over."

Wen Ruolan's eyes brightened and he laughed: "well, you'd better peel off the skin." He turned around and yelled into the room, "Dad, give him the medicine."

Luo fan almost fell down from the tree after listening to the village girl's words. He touched her heart and shook her head. No wonder Hua Wuying was afraid. He was also very frightened. He dared to think that there were some people who were similar to his master in the world.

It was late at night, but the flowers were not able to come out of the wood room. Wen Ruolan had no choice but to go back to the house and the whole family was crowded.

Luo fan jumped down, flashed into the kitchen, and prayed in his heart that his brother would not die. As soon as he came in, he found that Hua Wuying was sitting cross legged, and his body was covered with red and green liquid.

"You

"Shh." Hua Wuying raised her hand and made a silent movement. Her internal power was absorbed in her hand. A little shaking, the skin on her hand showed a glistening white.

Luo fan's eyes widened: "this village girl has immortal means!"