The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

So it's settled.

Wen Ruolan took a long breath to see off these gorgeous women. She was almost stunned by the rouge powder.

"Zuo LAN."

Ye Ruyi came and stood beside her: "what do you want to do?"

"Selling clothes." Wen Ruolan said: "don't worry, sister Ruyi. I just want to make our business bigger. Although the hunting Festival is a festival for men, the rest of the world is women except for men. I believe that after the hunting Festival, Ruyi Xiufang will make double or even several times as much money."

Ye Ruyi turned to sit back, and his voice was not slow: "you are too hard to see. Do Ma Yuliang's paintings have to wait for the hunting festival to sell?"

"Don't worry. As long as he can draw it, it will sell out." The certainty in wenruolan's eyes reassures Ye Ruyi a little. After all, she is the one who has made the most of her life, and she knows very well that what she meets is not a thousand Li Ma, but a cash cow.

"Go to the accounting room. It's time to settle the share of these days."

Of course, Wen Ruolan won't be polite. He followed Ye Ruyi to the accounting room and earned more than 100 taels of silver a month, which is a big sum.

After receiving the silver note, he said goodbye to Ye Ruyi. As soon as he went out, he found that it was snowing again.

Since the beginning of winter, Anju town has been snowing almost every day. The north wind is like a knife, and the snowflakes are flying. I really don't know why the people who built this town named Anju. Maybe the less something, the more publicized it is.

Bought some food and drink, went back to the door and was about to enter.

"Ah. Ah, ah

The cry for help was faint and almost inaudible. Wen Ruolan looked along the voice and saw a man who was almost buried in the snow. He was holding up his hand and holding it hard.

Wen Ruolan just took a look and pushed open the gate.

She didn't want to bear too much, and she didn't want to be a virgin. Subconsciously, she thought that the less she touched people, the more peaceful she was.

After walking for a few steps, I heard a dull voice coming from behind me. When I looked back, I saw the man looking for help leaning in the snow with a strange posture.

Sipping the corners of her lips, Wen Ruolan still came and helped the frozen man up.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

The man was freezing to death, and his eyes could not be opened, but from the sound, he should be about 30 years old. Such a man should not be saved, but he was afraid that he would freeze to death at his own door.

"Rub your body with snow. If you can stand and walk to my door, I will save you." Wen Ruolan frowned: "can you hear me?" Seeing the man nodding, he was obviously dumb, and his ears could still hear him. Wen Ruolan was relieved, clapped his hands, stood up and left.

When I opened the door and entered the room, I immediately blew the wood fire in the fire wall. I felt the Kang was still warm, and I took wood to burn the Kang. From time to time, I looked up at the people struggling and kneading in the snow.

When cooking, she found the liquor, which was given by Ye Ruyi. She said that Anju town would really freeze to death in winter, so she prepared some liquor at home to keep warm.

Just as he was busy, he heard heavy footsteps coming from outside. He stood up and pushed the door open.

Originally, a person who was about to freeze to death fell down when he couldn't stand steadily. He got up tremblingly and stepped back until he was stuck on the wall. His two hands were stiff and gesticulated with his stomach: "ah, ah."

Wen Ruolan brought a large basin of cold water: "wash your hands, feet and face, or it will freeze."

"Ah." The man seemed to know that he couldn't use hot water at this time. He didn't hesitate to soak his hands in cold water. After washing, his whole body softened a lot.

"Drink more." Wen Ruolan handed over the wine gourd.

The man Gudong Gudong directly drank up, next to Wen Ruolan, he almost jumped up. The wine is very strong, and it's on fire. As far as Yan's productivity is concerned, it's impossible for a non absolute wine maker to brew it, so it's very precious.

Wine gourd is not small, how also have more than a jin of wine, mute face did not change, eyes is clear some, holding wine gourd that means to kneel down.

Wen Ruolan quickly waved his hand: "it doesn't have to be like this. Go to that room."

The mute turned back and went to the next room, which was used to hold firewood. He didn't care so much, and plunged into the haystack to sleep.

Sleep mute straight curse, freezing to death, this is still the life of people?

Wen Ruolan took the food to the next room. The room was not cold, and the fire wall in the middle was warm.

The mute drank so much wine, snored like thunder, shook his head, Wen Ruolan put down the food and drink, turned and closed the door to return to his room.

She didn't know how big the hunting meeting was, but ye Ruyi said that people from neighboring Cangwu would come, not to mention those from Yan.

This is the annual trade meeting between the two countries. It is conceivable that it will be very spectacular.

Opportunities are always given to those who are prepared. She sees this opportunity and leaves the state of Yan with a lot of money. As long as she can go to Cangwu, she will be the richest in the world, because at that time, no matter Dongfang Yi or all those who know about Yao Niang will have a chance to see her again.

Many times in the dead of night, she wanted to write a letter to Wenjia village. She just wanted to think about it. After such a long time, cheap parents should accept the fact that they are dead. Fortunately, there is Wenyan. How can they support her.

It's the middle of the night. The wind is whining outside. I feel cold. I don't know what's going on next door. I can't die. If the snow stops tomorrow morning, I'll just give him some money and drink to send him away.

After calculation, he bolted the door, cleaned up and went to sleep.

The door of the next room was gently pushed open, and the dumb man rummaged for some food and drink to take back, and sat in the haystack eating.

After eating, he lay down on the grass, felt out a dagger, sighed and put it down.

He has bright eyes and strong body. Where is he like just now?

Awakened by a ping-pong sound, Wen Ruolan carefully opened a small gap in the window. In the wind and snow, a man turned the iron pick with a pile of chopped firewood beside it.

It's the mute!

Wen Ruolan immediately dressed up and went out to the mute: "what are you doing to chop wood?"

"Ah." Mute quickly looked at Wen Ruolan, immediately lowered his head to avoid his eyes and stood motionless in the snow.

"There's no way to save you. You don't have to do things for me. Let's clean up and go." Wen Ruolan had planned to be alone. Naturally, he could not be alone under the same roof, let alone the unknown people.

The mute squatted down and held his head.

Wen Ruolan sighed softly. The people in Anju town are too mixed. As the old woman who met her when she first came in said, this is a paradise for vagrants.

At the same time, as long as it is a tramp, there will be all kinds of stories. She doesn't want to get into trouble inexplicably.

Turning around, a sentence appeared in my mind: you have a story, I have wine, follow me or not.

Stunned, she thought there might be a better way to make money, and it's just a good chance.

Dumb heard the sound of closing the door, gently sighed, this sigh is too much, too much helplessness, but Wen Ruolan did not hear it.

It was still the sound of chopping wood. Wen Ruolan made breakfast in the kitchen and specially made some more cakes. She was determined to send the man away.

Today, I don't have to go to xiuzhuang. It's rare to go out for a walk. I made up my mind to take a picture of the bag. I packed the flour cake and some silver coins, locked the door, threw the bag directly at the foot of the dumb man who was still chopping firewood, and walked away.