Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

It is a large factory with more than 3000 people.

One day there are not a few patients with headaches and colds, and the rewards given by the system should be enough to treat them.

3 Slapping Jia Dongxu, seeing Qin Huairu for the first time

"Father, come out and see, the old man Song is still alive."

"And it seems that the body is much tougher."

"It's really weird."

Around 01:30 noon.

Song Qingshan had just walked out of the house when Aunt Er who lived opposite was washing dishes by the sink.

After seeing Song Qingshan, he trotted all the way back home immediately.

She reported the news to Liu Haizhong with a look of shock, no wonder she was so bluffing.

A centenarian has not gone out for several days in the cold winter months.

And I haven't seen a fire for cooking.

Either dying, or dying.

How could it still come out?

Not only that.

What surprised Second Aunt the most was that the old man walked much tougher than before.

One gray hair was gone.

Live to hell?

"Why is my body much stronger, this is called backlighting."

Liu Haizhong stood at the door with his hands behind his back, glanced at Song Qingshan, and said solemnly, "Look, this old man probably won't come back after going out this trip, he will be frozen to death on the street."

"It's poor." The second aunt shook her head.

"What a pity, if he had died a few years earlier, the house would have belonged to our family when the house was allocated." Liu Haizhong glared at Second Aunt.

"It's not too late now. We'll occupy the house once the old man dies."

"Let our boss move in there first."

"No."

When Liu Haizhong heard this, he resolutely objected: "The factory is going to promote a group of new cadres recently, and I'm a very popular person, so I can't ruin my reputation just because of a house."

"You call it a small loss, a woman's opinion."

"Yes, yes, yes, if you can become the team leader, you can get more than ten yuan a month."

"How much is a house worth?"

"Look at me, I almost broke something."

Aunt Er blamed herself with shame on her face, Liu Haizhong had already returned to the house triumphantly with her hands behind her back.

Team leader?

too small.

with one's own abilities.

In any case, it must be a deputy director.

the other side.

After taking the three pills, Song Qingshan was completely reborn, not only in physical condition, but also decades younger.

Vision and hearing are also enhanced.

He clearly heard Liu Haizhong's conversation with Second Aunt.

The man is not dead yet.

Then I started to count Lao Tzu's house.

The yard is full of animals.

It really is a well-deserved reputation.

In fact, Song Qingshan did not act too shocking.

With the current physical state.

Not afraid of severe cold at all.

He walks like a fly, and even runs for more than ten miles without any problem.

But he was still slightly hunched.

Wrap your hands tightly around your ragged cotton jacket.

I also rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find an old-fashioned press cap to wear on my head to cover my gray hair.

After all, I just came here.

Still be careful.

"Brother Song, where are you going when it's so cold? Don't freeze to death outside."

Song Qingshan was walking.

Suddenly I heard the deaf old lady sitting at the door shouting.

Although there is a bit of concern in the tone.

But Song Qingshan knew that she was pretending to be merciful, and she wished she could die sooner.

"Don't worry, I won't die before you." Song Qingshan glanced at him and replied coldly.

Then he walked straight forward and ignored him.

The account of the five-guarantee household.

Sooner or later it will count.

It's just that now is not the time to wait for the work at the rolling mill to stabilize.

Take care of these people again.

"Dog temper, who else will talk to you in the courtyard except me?"

"When the day you die, there will be no one to cover you with a straw mat."

The deaf old lady put her hot face on her cold ass.

Angrily cursed.

but.

The old man looked a little different today than usual.

All of a sudden a lot younger.

Is it really a flashback?

The deaf old lady looked at Song Qingshan's back with a puzzled face.

"Hey, old man, can you grow your eyes when you walk? I almost bumped into Lao Tzu."

Song Qingshan just walked to the gate of the courtyard.

over the threshold.

Suddenly almost hit someone head-on.

Song Qingshan looked up.

It turned out to be the short-lived ghost Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhang's precious son.

One mouth is full of feces.

As expected, like mother, like son.

"Xiao Bizi, who are you scolding?"

"Snapped!!!"

Song Qingshan wasn't used to him at all, he just raised his hand and slapped him.

"Hey, old man, do you dare to hit someone?"

This slap.

The force was so great that Jia Dongxu grinned and was about to fight back with his fists.

"Jia Dongxu, stop, it's not good to fight back!"

"I don't even look at who this old man is. The old man Song in our yard is almost a hundred years old, and he can handle you."

"If you kill someone at that time, you have to pay with your life."

There are two people standing behind Jia Dongxu.

One is a silly column.

Although she is about ten years younger than in the original plot, she still looks anxious.

Seeing Jia Dongxu wanted to fight back.

He immediately stepped up and stopped it.

"That's right, Dongxu, don't be impulsive."

The other is Qin Huairu who has just entered the city not long ago, and is not yet Jia Dongxu's girlfriend.

Just getting acquainted.

Song Qingshan looked up at the young Qin Huairu.

With two big braids.

Dress plainly.

Unlike in the original book, after having three children, Qin Huairu looks slim and graceful now.

Especially a pair of bright big eyes.

Full of charm.

The current Qin Huairu is definitely the number one beauty in the courtyard.

"Old man, you are lucky, if it weren't for your age, you would have been disabled."

When Jia Dongxu heard Sha Zhu's words, he calmed down for a moment.

Slowly withdraw your hand.

If that punch had gone down just now, something would have happened to this old man.

I've been stuck in it for the rest of my life.

but.

It is really embarrassing to have a big bidou in front of Qin Huairu.

So cursing a few words was regarded as a step down.

"You son of a bitch, do you still want to be beaten?"

Song Qingshan raised his hand with a cold face.

The slap just now was really not enjoyable, and I didn't use all my strength.

If you use all your strength.

Definitely knock out some of his teeth.

Jia Dongxu saw Song Qingshan's sharp eyes and the gesture of raising his hand.