Yang Chengzhi's head is dark, if you don't understand what people say, you can conclude that they are foreigners, there are thousands of dialects in China, not everyone can understand them, if you can understand them, why should the country promote Mandarin.

Seeing two women standing in the fruit woodland on the side of the road, one of them was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a black knitted sportswear, and the loose sportswear couldn't hide the exquisiteness of her figure, but when he saw this woman's face, Yang Chengzhi was stunned.

The woman wore a pair of large sunglasses, covering most of her face, and there was a black-purple centipede scar on her bare white left cheek, which was obviously a disfigured woman.

But even so, this disfigured woman exuded an elegant and dusty aura all over her body, Yang Chengzhi secretly sighed with jealousy, but such a temperamental woman left such a long scar on her face.

Another woman is about 1.75 meters tall, wearing a lilac off-the-shoulder short skirt, and her white and smooth collarbones are looming, hooking everyone's body and mind.

The lilac skirt is well-cut and elastic, outlining the woman's mysterious figure, and the bare half of the calf is as condensed as fat jade, slender and straight.

The slightly curly long hair is scattered on the shoulders like seaweed, the cherry lips are slightly closed, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, showing the woman's cute and naughty.

Even so, it is not difficult for Yang Chengzhi to see that this is a beautiful and beautiful woman full of youthful atmosphere, which has brought disaster to the country and the people.

The two women standing on the edge of the orchard also found that someone was looking at the two of them, the woman in the lilac short skirt was obviously a little unhappy that someone looked at her unscrupulously, and the red cherry lips suddenly pursed, indescribably cute, inexplicably seductive.

The woman with the scar on her face reached out and shook the slender hand of the woman in the lilac skirt, and she saw that the young man who looked at them was the leader of the people who sold sea buckthorn, so she comforted the woman who felt wronged.

The woman with the scar on her face pulled the woman in the lilac short skirt with a reluctant face, walked more than a meter away from the place where Yang Chengzhi and them set the table, and said a few words in a hoarse voice.

Jia Danping, Xiao Yu and the others listened to the words like a book from heaven, and looked at Yang Chengzhi with a confused face, hoping that Yang Chengzhi could tell them what this woman said.

Yang Chengzhi listened to the woman's words, and immediately heard that the woman also had a problem with her voice, otherwise the voice of the words would not be like this.

However, he also understood the meaning of the woman's words, this woman did not speak a foreign language, but Cantonese in southern China, although he couldn't speak Cantonese after more than a year in Yangcheng, he could basically understand it, because Cantonese was the mother tongue of that area in Yangcheng, and if you can't understand Cantonese, you can't survive in Yangcheng.

The woman with the scar on her face asked them whether the sea buckthorn was artificially grown or naturally grown, and how much it would cost a pound if they picked it themselves.

Yang Chengzhi smiled and said in his heart: These two people are interested in traveling to Pingcheng, they don't speak Mandarin, and there are not many people in this place who can understand Cantonese.

He smiled and told the woman about the situation of sea buckthorn, this woman listened to Yang Chengzhi, very surprised, they have walked through many places and have not seen such a big sea buckthorn fruit, they all think that the sea buckthorn fruit purchased by tourists is artificially planted with some chemical agent to urge.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Yang Chengzhi took out a few from the middle of the bags that had just been picked by the tourists and had not yet weighed, and handed them to the woman with scars on her face.

After the woman took it, she took out a wet tissue from her small bag and wiped it carefully, and handed it to the woman who had not spoken.

After the two of them ate one, Yang Chengzhi could see from the half of their faces that these two southern women were attracted by this strange sea buckthorn.

The woman, who had not spoken, reached out and pulled down the woman with the scar on her face, and the scar-faced woman understood and patted the woman who did not speak.

Turning his head and asking, "Is there a miracle doctor named Yang Chengzhi in this village, please tell us, we can give you more money to buy some of this fruit when we leave in a while." The words he said suddenly changed from Cantonese to flutter calls.

When Yang Chengzhi heard it, the emotional family didn't come to play, they came to seek medical advice, and when they came, they spoke in Cantonese, in order to lure out the boss who sold sea buckthorn, and the boss asked about himself.

He didn't know how these two southerners knew that they knew medical skills, and there weren't too many people who knew that he knew medical skills, and most of Yan Jing and Yang Chengzhi who knew his medical skills were in his house, and if they introduced him, they would definitely inform him in advance.

Where did these two people get their understanding of medical skills, could it be that they are from the Third Hospital of Pingcheng, it is impossible to think about it, if they all have his phone number in the Third Hospital of Pingcheng, they will definitely be informed in advance, and it is impossible to let the patient come to him directly if he is reckless.

Yang Chengzhi said with a smile, "There is indeed a Yang Chengzhi in this village, but he is not a miracle doctor, he is just a farmer who farms." Are you looking for the wrong person?" he knew how the two women had come from.

The scar-faced woman heard Yang Chengzhi say this, and knew that Yang Chengzhi must know the divine doctor they were looking for, "The doctor from the Yangcheng Military Region General Hospital is suing us, and the divine doctor Yang is in this village, is there still a Yang Chengzhi in this village."

Yang Chengzhi immediately understood, after the New Year, he had seen Old Man Sun several times in the General Hospital of Yangcheng Military Region, and several doctors came to him every day to ask him for medical advice, and also asked his phone number and address.

At that time, Yang Chengzhi was afraid of calling every day, so he only told them their own address, and at that time, he thought that Yangcheng and Pingcheng Huaxia were one south and one north, and these people would definitely not come over to ask for advice, but they didn't expect that they didn't come, but two armed women who couldn't see their original faces came over.

"There is only one Yang Chengzhi in this village, that is me, we don't seem to know each other, besides, I am just a farmer, what kind of medical skills do I know there."

The two women didn't believe that he was Yang Chengzhi at all, the two walked to the side, took out their mobile phones and dialed a call, and after a while, they hung up the phone, the two glanced at the mobile phone a few times, and then looked at Yang Chengzhi.

The scar-faced woman walked over, "Divine Doctor Yang, we are just here to find you, I hope you can show Lan Ling her voice, if you don't have a voice, her life will be ruined." As he spoke, he was about to kneel down for Yang Chengzhi.

Yang Chengzhi hurriedly held the scar-faced woman, he didn't want those tourists to see it, and when the tourists saw a young woman kneeling for him, there would be a misunderstanding.

It's just these few seconds, and the tourists who are waiting to weigh and pack the sea buckthorn also look back at the three of them with their eyes in the future.

Yang Chengzhi felt that something was wrong, so he didn't say anything, and hurriedly took the scar-faced woman's hand and walked into the fruit forest, as if they had a relatively close relationship in the eyes of tourists.

When he arrived in the fruit forest, Yang Chengzhi asked, "I'm just a farmer, you really found the wrong person."

The scar-faced woman squirmed and said, "Do you want to let go of your hand first?"

Yang Chengzhi's face flushed, he asked in a hurry just now, forgetting that he was still grabbing someone's hand, and when the woman said it, he felt that the slender hand in his hand was slightly cold, soft and tender, and he couldn't help but hold it a little harder, and then reluctantly let go.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry", Yang Chengzhi hurriedly apologized.

The scar-faced woman was wearing big sunglasses and couldn't see a specific expression, but a faint flush swelled up on the exposed part of her fair skin.

The woman named Lan Ling, who had not spoken, just stood quietly beside him, and she didn't notice the small movements between Yang Chengzhi and the scar-faced woman at all.

The scar-faced woman said, "It's you, Doctor Yang begs you to save Lan Ling", and handed the mobile phone in her hand to Yang Chengzhi as she spoke.

Yang Chengzhi didn't take the phone, but from the scar-faced woman's mobile phone, he saw himself, and in it he was giving acupuncture to Old Man Sun.

After looking at the mobile phone, Yang Chengzhi secretly despised the doctors in the Yangcheng Military Region General Hospital, how can they shoot at will without the consent of the owner, if you want to shoot, notify them, so let's pose.

Seeing that they even had evidence, Yang Chengzhi couldn't say that he didn't know medical skills anymore, so he asked about the situation of these two women.

The scar-faced woman saw that there were a lot of people coming and going on the road, so she took Lan Ling and Yang Chengzhi to the depths of the fruit forest for a while, looked at Yang Chengzhi, looked at Lan Ling, and motioned for Lan Ling to take off her sunglasses.

When Lan Ling took off his glasses, Yang Chengzhi's eyes suddenly lit up, Lan Ling was in his twenties, with curved eyebrows, apricot eyes, Yao nose, a pretty face carved like seed jade, coupled with a delicate figure, it was simply a perfect goddess.

Yang Chengzhi looked at this Lan Ling in a daze, and when he saw Lan Ling frowning, he reacted, a young man staring at a beautiful woman like this would indeed cause dissatisfaction among others.

Yang Chengzhi came back to his senses and shook his head at the scar-faced woman, meaning that he didn't know Lan Ling at all.

The scar-faced woman's head was dark, and she said in her heart: Is this person from Mars, it is said that Lan Ling is also the head of the Jade Girl Sect, and he has walked through so many places in China, and whoever sees Lan Ling is also shouting wildly, how can this Yang Chengzhi not react at all.

"Doctor Yang, you don't watch TV," the scar-faced woman asked.

Yang Chengzhi shook his head.

"No internet," the scar-faced woman asked again.

When it came to surfing the Internet, Yang Chengzhi hurriedly nodded, "Yes, how can I not go online, I often play Crossfire online, and have fun."

When the two of them heard Yang Chengzhi say this, their faces became strange, "Doctor Yang, don't you watch entertainment news."

Yang Chengzhi continued to shake his head.

The scar-faced woman saw that Yang Chengzhi really didn't know Lan Ling, so she took off the sunglasses she was wearing, although she had a centipede scar on her face, but she didn't believe that this Martian didn't watch TV or movies before.