Cultivation through the farm gate

I just heard the old and powerful voice scolding, "Stinky boy, don't you know how busy this old man is? If it's like the herbal medicine brought by those villagers before, I will have to smoke you."

Then the guy said helplessly, "Yes, yes, you are always the busiest, aren't you busy making those messy medicines?"

snort!Every time he said that, his ears were almost callused. Every time they said that someone sold herbal medicine or asked him to see a patient, he always said that, but didn't he come out as usual in the end?

"Brat, what about smoking? How many times have I told you that I am researching new drugs, what kind of messy drugs?" Dr. Zeng patted the back of his head and said in a rather ironic tone.

Murong Yue turned her head, and what she saw happened to be the scene of Dr. Zeng slapping that guy's head.

I saw the guy who was photographed lowered his head, raised his head and gave a blank look, then pointed to Murong Yue and the three of them and said, "They are the ones who sell herbs, so go and see them! I'm off to work." After finishing speaking, he quickly slipped away. gone.

"Hey, you brat..." Dr. Zeng glared at him angrily and cursed.

Then he looked at Murong Yue and the others, looking up and down in an open and aboveboard manner.

Um!Another child from a poor family, but this is too young, right?There is also a five-year-old doll, look at that skinny figure, tsk tsk~

Just when Dr. Zeng was commenting in his heart.

And Murong Yue looked at him in the same way, with a white-haired childlike appearance, ruddy complexion, a beard of seven or eight centimeters on his chin, which was also white, a pair of shining eyes, very shrewd, but he didn't have that kind of business His calculations make people feel extra comfortable, coupled with his open face, people have an inexplicable sense of intimacy when they see him.

He is neither fat nor thin, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a gray robe, but there is something stained on the front of the clothes. Listening to their conversation just now, it is estimated that it was stained while studying medicine.

"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" Murong Qi looked at Dr. Zeng with innocent eyes and asked because he hadn't spoken for a long time, probably because of his harmless and friendly appearance.

"Grandpa?" Dr. Zeng was taken aback by his shout, a little unable to react, and then he thought of his current attire, and he understood.

"That's right! You have white hair, Xiao Qi doesn't call you Grandpa, what is your name?" Murong Qi asked innocently.

Before Dr. Zeng could speak, Murong Hao took Murong Qi's hand and scolded in a low voice: "Xiao Qi, don't be rude."

And Murong Qi raised his head to look at his elder brother, and then at the old grandfather on the opposite side, feeling a little strange, did he call himself wrong?

But he still gave an obedient "oh" and didn't speak.

Murong Yue stepped forward to salute Dr. Zeng, and then slowly said, "Doctor Zeng, please forgive me, my brother is still young and ignorant, if he offends you, please don't bother with him."

Although Murong Hao didn't say anything, he stepped forward and clasped his fists at him, bowing slightly neither humble nor overbearing.

Dr. Zeng looked at the two of them so sensible, although he hadn't seen the medicinal materials they brought, but he had a lot of affection for them in his heart.

Waving his hands, pretending to be a little impatient, he said, "Okay, okay, I hate these vulgar rituals the most, come with me! I want to check the medicinal materials you brought."

Isn't it a big deal to be called grandpa by a five-year-old doll, hum!

After speaking, she turned around and walked into a consultation room. Seeing this, Murong Yue and Murong Hao exchanged glances, then led Xiao Qi and walked in behind him.

After Dr. Zeng saw them coming in, he pointed to the empty table beside him and said, "Take out your medicinal materials and put them on the table!"

Then Murong Hao took off the pan, and put small bundles of honeysuckle, houttuynia vine, and a small handful of gotu kola inside on the table.

The roots of Houttuynia cordata were left behind by Murong Yue, and she planned to eat them herself, so she only sold the vines.

Murong Yue waited for him to take out all these, stepped forward and pulled his clothes, motioning him not to take out the ginseng yet.

Murong Hao understood and stopped his movements.