The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

When Wen Ruolan woke up, he found that the carriage was moving more and more slowly. He chatted about the curtain and looked at it. It was already noon. He was a little disappointed. Besides seeing the approximate location of Longhe on the map, he didn't know how long it would take to get there.

"Master, there is a village in front of us that we can have a rest. Do you want to go in?" Asked an Feng.

Wen Ruolan nodded: "find something to eat and see if anyone is ill."

"Yes." Anfeng urged the horse faster and faster.

In front of a village, an Feng lifted the curtain to see Wen Ruolan sorting out the herbs, jumped off the shaft of the car and walked slowly to the village with the reins.

After the flood, eight out of ten families in the village fled, and the empty village seemed lifeless.

The carriage stopped in front of the door of a family. The broken wooden door was askew, as if it would fall apart in the next second.

An Feng came up and knocked on the door: "is anyone there?"

"Coming, coming." The old voice came, and Anfeng immediately stood aside.

The door creaked and opened, revealing a weather beaten face. The old man looked up and down at Anfeng and asked, "what's up, brother?"

An Feng quickly clasped his fist: "uncle, my young lady and I are going to Longhe to save people. We forgot to bring some dry food. I don't know if we can..."

"Come in, yes, yes." The old man opened the door, turned and walked inside: "well, how can I get to Longhe at this time? After the flood, floating corpses are everywhere. I advise you to go back. "

An Feng looked at the old man's back and pursed his lips. Then he came to the carriage: "Miss, come down and have a rest."

Curtain up, white dress, wearing a mask, Wen Ruolan got out of the carriage, the corner of his eye more than light swept an Feng, voice not high not low said: "very smart."

An Feng didn't answer. He tied the horse to the tree and turned to follow Wen Ruolan.

The walls of the three thatched cottages are cracked. It's a miracle that they can survive such a flood. There is a jujube tree in the yard. There is a big wooden pier under the jujube tree and several small wooden piers around it. It's a table and stool.

There is a kitchen in the East. The roof of the kitchen has been torn off. The old man inside is using a earthen basin to hold porridge from the pot.

The old man brought up the porridge and cooked a large pot of hot water. Then he came out of the kitchen and saw that he was standing in the yard in white clothes and covered with warm Ruolan. His eyes were smiling a lot.

"Are you hungry, girl? Sit down and eat. "

Wen Ruolan quickly came over and reached for the old man's earthen pot. In the earthen pot, vegetables and rice were mixed together to make porridge. The thatched cottage and the old house of his family were in a dilemma.

But the old people are very enthusiastic.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"Girl, I'll give you something to eat." The old man said, turning into the house, coarse cloth clothes have been patched, but the legs and feet are very strong.

Wen Ruolan looked back and saw an Feng. He raised his hand and said, "come and have dinner. You must be hungry."

An Feng Leng for a while, immediately went to the kitchen to find out two bowls to take over, give Wen Ruolan as many rice grains and vegetable leaves as possible, he casually carried a bowl of soup to the side, raised his neck to drink, wiped the corner of his mouth: "Miss, an Feng to look after the carriage."

"Well."

Wen Ruolan sipped porridge. The old man came out of the house with a cloth bag and put it on the table: "come on, Grandpa, take it with you on the way."

Wen Ruolan quickly refused: "don't worry about it, grandfather. Take these food with you and go to Qishan along the road at the gate. Go there to find Du Ruo in the medicine house. He will take care of you."

The old man was very happy and shook his head again and again: "a handful of old bones, when you can do something, you should have activities. Girl, my grandfather wants to remind you that there are some people who are honest in appearance, but in fact they are vicious, and their appearance is not necessarily bad conscience."

Wen Ruolan instantly widens her pupils, which is totally a subconscious reaction. Looking at the old man in front of her, Wen Ruolan thinks of Dongfang Yi. Does it mean that this man has become an elite?

He dropped his head and said, "thank you, Grandpa. I wrote it down."

The old man nodded: "do you want to continue on your way?"

"Well." Wen Ruolan put down her chopsticks, and her original intention to give the old man some money has been abandoned. It seems that even the monkey king can't escape from the palm of Dongfang Yi's hand.

"There's a three fork road ahead. The one in the middle can get to Longhe as soon as possible. Let's go." The old man said, pushed the bag forward: "with the flow of human feelings, don't be difficult for my grandfather."

Wen Ruolan reluctantly smiles, takes over the cloth bag and gets up to leave.

Just as the carriage left, Rong Yifei came out of the room: "old ANN, what should I do with this?"

In my hand, I have a small bamboo tube for credit.

Anshun took over and opened the little note inside. There was only a small line on it - yaoniangzi was wenruolan in wenjiacun.

After receiving the note, Anshun turned his back and said, "he will come soon. Just leave it to him. The man will keep an eye on him."

"Yes." Rong Yifei left with a fist in his arms, and he disappeared in the courtyard.

"It's coming so fast. As long as one comes out of the water, it's going to catch all." Anshun said to himself and went into the hut.

Wen Ruolan is sitting in the carriage with a small face. She just thinks that Anfeng's performance is too inconsistent, but she didn't expect to be directly hit by the old man. Fortunately, she still thinks Anfeng is honest, and she thinks it's the person Hua Wuying introduced. It's worth believing. It seems that she is still too young.

Opened the cloth bag, inside put a water bag, a few eggs and a cake with oil paper.

After taking a breath, I suddenly miss Dongfang Yi very much. As soon as this idea appears, I want to find a way to get in.

Lift up the curtain, see the front really to the fork in the road, silent to see how to choose Anfeng.

At the intersection, Anfeng stopped the carriage: "master, Anfeng has not been to Longhe, which road should we take?"

Wen Ruolan shook his head: "I haven't been there, either way."

"Good." An Feng said, rushed to the left side of the road, wenruolan heart alarm, pursed lips touched waist needle bag.

We have to rely on ourselves.

Putting down the curtain, Wen Ruolan continued to divide the unfinished herbs. She wondered who Anfeng was, maybe the prince's or the royal doctor's. of course, Wen Ruolan prayed in her heart, as long as she wasn't Dongfang Yi's father's person. Weng's heart was half cold when she glanced at him.

Until the west of the sun, an Feng proposed to have a rest, and Wen Ruolan naturally agreed.

"Master, there is no village nearby. Anfeng went to hunt a pheasant and came back."

"Good." Wen Ruolan looked at the surrounding terrain, which is the most open, with a radius of 100 meters. Seeing this place, Wen Ruolan was very happy.

Just when Wen Ruolan was looking around nervously, a small stone wrapped with a note fell at her feet.

He stooped to pick it up and held it in his hand. He lifted the curtain and sat in the carriage. When he opened it, he was relieved. There were only two words on it: "don't worry."

An Feng came back with the pheasant, and with some dry wood branches, he sat not far from the carriage and began to roast the pheasant.

Until the smell of meat came out, he looked up at the carriage.

Carrying two drumsticks, he came to the carriage and said, "master, have something to eat. We'll drive all night. Maybe we can get to Longhe before dawn."

Wen Ruolan lifted the curtain and took the drumstick over: "well, it's OK to have a rest. You're tired, too."

An Feng's lips slightly raised: "yes."

When Wen Ruolan put down the curtain, he didn't see the fleeting pride of an Feng's mouth, go to Longhe? It depends on whether you're lucky.