Rebirth to 90s: The Heroine of the Salted Fish Quit Her Job

"Don't be so troublesome."

Old Wu waved his hand, "You can still eat fish here."

"Takeaway?"

It doesn't matter if Liu Liang lives, as long as she can eat fish, she can live wherever she lives.

Well, Liu Liang did not refuse.

And she and Zeng Xubai moved in directly, and they didn't even bring their own luggage, but Lao Wu, the housekeeper, really didn't do it for nothing, and arranged everything just like his mother.

Clothes and toiletries are all good, and the rooms arranged for them are also a single courtyard for each person. Bamboo is planted outside the courtyard, or a large bamboo forest.

The wind blew lightly, and the sound of bamboo shadows was as if in ancient times. With a single swing of the sword, the bamboo would be completely cut off, or just take a bamboo flute and play a chorus of rivers and lakes.

It's Liu Liang, who thinks otherwise.

She squatted beside the bamboo, where she had been squatting for half an hour.

Miss Liu, what are you doing here?

Old Wu hurried over. As soon as he heard, Liu Liang didn't know what to do. When he gave her something, she squatted in front of the bamboo. Still squatting here, wouldn't it be evil?

Old Wu also squatted down, but there was nothing here. It was planted more than ten years ago. They looked at it every day and didn't find any difference.

Liu Liang turned her head slowly, then blinked her eyes innocently, "I'm looking for bamboo shoots, I haven't eaten fresh bamboo shoots yet."

Old Wu "..."

"There are no bamboo shoots here."

"Oh," Liu Liang stood up, "If you don't, then don't watch it."

"Uncle Wu is not good."

A person stumbled over and ran over, "Go and see, the old man is sick again."

Old Wu's face changed, he had old arms and old legs, but his running speed was ten times faster.

Liu Liang turned her head and glanced at the large bamboo forest again. She didn't understand why there were no bamboo shoots to eat.

Then she followed behind Lao Wu again.

Inside the house, Mr. Huo was lying on the ground in pain, and several men with five big and three thick men pressed him desperately, not afraid that he would smash things, but that he would hurt himself, or would directly end his life.

Huo Lao's face was as white as paper at this time, there was a large cold sweat on the top of his forehead, the blue veins on his neck also burst out, and his eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

He kept roaring, clenching his hands tightly, and slamming the ground hard.

"master!"

As soon as Lao Wu came in, he ran over, also kneeling on the ground, tightly grasping Huo Lao's wrist, "You have to bear it, bear it, we find someone who can cure the disease, and you will be fine. of."

Old Huo's turbid eyes seemed to have become clearer, but soon they turned red again. This kind of pain is unbearable.

To live a day is torture, pain, pain.

"Where's the medicine? Hurry up and get the medicine!" He hurriedly shouted at the crowd around him, and quickly brought the master's medicine.

"Uncle Wu, it's useless," the person on the side couldn't help but red eyes, "Master just drank the medicine, but it didn't work."

"Take it again."

Old Wu kicked the man's leg hard, "If one doesn't work, take two, if two doesn't work, just three, go get it, go get it!" He shouted like crazy.

The man also ran out in fright, "I'll get it right away."

At this moment, a fair and delicate hand stretched out and placed it on Mr. Huo's forehead.

Almost instantly.

Huo Lao's body that had been twitching all the time was no longer twitching, and the tensed flesh was slowly loosened, and even the clenched fist was loosened.

Eyes that had been blood red also closed.

If it wasn't for the fact that his chest was still heaving, Lao Wu would have thought that Huo Lao hadn't survived this test.

"never mind."

Old Wu sat paralyzed on the ground, "Is it really okay?"

"Well, it's alright." Liu Liang removed her hand from Mr. Huo's head, and it seemed that Mr. Huo had survived.

"What are you still doing standing here?"

Old Wu angrily kicked the person next to him.

"Hurry up and help the master to the bed, how cold the floor is."

Several people were messing around, and this was the one who carried Mr. Huo to the bed. Mr. Huo was sleeping soundly and snoring.

Old Wu couldn't help wiping his face with his sleeve. The old man hadn't slept well for a long time. For decades, he had not had a good day, but now he is snoring like someone else.

"Uncle Wu."

Liu Liang squatted in front of Old Wu.

"You get up first."

Saying that, she helped Lao Wu up.

Old Wu wiped his face with his sleeve again, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

Liu Liang didn't want to laugh, he was just a man of temperament.

"Thank you."

Old Wu stood up, grateful that he could shed tears into a yellow river.

"I didn't do anything."

Liu Liang was beaten to death and refused to admit it.

"Even if you didn't do anything, as long as you came, the master would not be in pain anymore."

Old Wu remembered that in the past, every time Mr. Huo was worse than death, he survived one test after another. I have never seen the master stop the pain so quickly.

Maybe the painkillers are working.

Look, Liu Liang is very satisfied with the excuse she made.

She is such a smart little cutie.

"Those medicines..."

Old Wu shook his head with a wry smile, "I know, those medicines have no effect on the master."

"No matter how much you eat, you can't stop the pain. When a person's pain is extreme, no matter how much medicine is used, it's useless."

Liu Liang took out a small bottle from her pocket, a small mountain water bottle made of white porcelain, all of which are antique.

She put the bottle of medicine in front of Lao Wu.

"One tablet a day, drink it with water, and after ten days, it will be able to cure him."

"Thank you," Lao Wu took it and didn't ask what kind of medicine it was. Maybe he was really tired. All the medicines Huo Lao had taken over the years could be pulled by a truck.

Now, as long as there is medicine available, he will stuff it into Lao Huo's stomach, and if it works, he will stuff more.

When he wakes up, you can give him a drink, just one grain in a glass of water.

Liu Liang gave another order. In fact, this is not for curing diseases, but for strengthening the body. It is not anyone's medicine that can cure Huo Lao, but needles.

She moved some of those needles just now, so now it won't compress Mr. Huo's pain nerves. It can be said that even if you don't take the needles now, it won't hurt as much as before. It's just that needles are needles, and pricks are pricks. That's not the case. In the end, what is in a person must be taken out.

Liu Liang walked out and did not go back, but went to the door to see the century-old tree. She was more interested in that tree than people.

"You look so good."