Sandao felt that what he lacked most now should be an assistant. An assistant who can help him make his wishes come true. Although he had some information in his head that was ten years ahead of the world's technological age, he didn't really know how to use it well. Not to mention, to turn this information into your own wealth.

He felt that if he had a smart and capable assistant by his side, he might be able to turn some of the things he thought into reality.

Of course, He Xiuxiu is obviously not up to the task. Because Sandao doesn't think He Xiuxiu is smart and capable. Sandao also thought about Liu Teng, but Liu Teng was still too young in Sandao's opinion after all. What's more, Liu Teng seems to be the same as Sandao, only has ideas but no ability.

Through an hour or so of online research, Sandao found that the era pattern and development trajectory of this world are almost exactly the same as those of the earth. Even many influential and well-known personalities have developed a virtuous character, but some of them have changed their names.

These materials even made Sandao start to think that this place would not be a different world at all. Will I actually go back to ten years ago? Although this idea was proven wrong on the first day he arrived, it was hard to convince Sandao that this was just a parallel space similar to Earth.

Although Sandao didn't want to dwell on this, he still couldn't help but hope in his heart that this was the place where he had lived for a hundred years. After all, people are homesick.

After checking everything he wanted to inquire about on the Internet, Sandao suddenly felt a little idle. He leaned on the counter, staring blankly at the door of the store, and then sighed melancholy, "Hey~ Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is more than a family!

He Xiuxiu walked out of the kitchen at this time, she was holding two dishes in her hands, and said with some complaints in her mouth: "Come to help, what are you doing!"

After the three knives, he came back to his senses, and then he remembered that He Xiuxiu had gone to cook just now, and he remembered that he had just patronized to check the information and forgot to order takeout.

All of a sudden, his face became sad.

At the dinner table, He Xiuxiu watched the thoughtful three knives chewing slowly and eating the dishes she cooked, her empty eyes seemed to be listless as if she had lost her soul, which made her a little angry.

She said, "Can you eat well, you are in a daze after eating!"

"Who is in a daze!" Sandao picked up a pitch-black thing similar to a green vegetable, frowned and held his breath and said, "I'm thinking about things, thinking about big things!"

"Yo, then you can say it, let me see the world too!" He Xiuxiu said sharply.

Sandao's brows became solemn at this time, but he was not angry because of He Xiuxiu's joke. He glanced at He Xiuxiu with a solemn expression, and saw that she was panicked and ashamed, so he said: "Sister He, according to the heart of a bodhisattva like us, it is absolutely impossible to make money by treating people!"

"Then, then what do you want to do!" He Xiuxiu was hot when she was seen by the three knives, and she stammered a little and said: "Breaking the law, I, I won't do it!"

"Where do you want to go!" Sandao breathed a sigh of relief, and then his whole body loosened like a leaky balloon. He started laughing and said, "I mean, we can do something about medicine!"

"What article?" He Xiuxiu tensed up suddenly, and she said with a serious expression: "I won't do anything hurtful." The signboard of my Compassion Hall has been handed down from my ancestors!"

"Where do you want to go again!" Sandao was anxious at this time, he thought to himself, this stupid girl, why can't you think of me. He said, "I mean, we can sell some special medicines!" Sandao said and felt that his description was not detailed and smooth enough, so he pondered for a while and reorganized the language, and then continued in He Xiuxiu's puzzled expression: "Like what kind of cold and fever, what inflammation and the like, similar to these small but urgent need of treatment, we can make a specific prescription, in the grinding of the medicinal materials into powder or granules, and finally into a powder, convenient and fast, the key is that the efficacy of the medicine is powerful!"

"This~" He Xiuxiu pondered slightly after hearing this, she muttered to herself for a while, and then said: "Although traditional Chinese medicine granules are not very common now, they are still more or less available in major hospitals and pharmacies. However, like a cold and fever, most of them are used to taking Western medicine and hanging drips. ”

"What do you know~" Sandao blurted out, as if he felt a little depressed because his ideas were not appreciated and affirmed, he said: "The prescription I prescribed, that is the special effect of the special effect, and it has no harm to the body." You think, this traditional Chinese medicine is the inheritance culture of our country. As long as the effect is good and the price is reasonable, the patient will of course choose Chinese medicine. And don't you also say that these Chinese medicine powders are already sold in hospitals and pharmacies, as long as our Chinese medicine powders are overwhelming, I am afraid that there will be no market!"

Sandao looked at He Xiuxiu, and when he saw that she was groaning and didn't speak, he added meaningfully, "Actually, I don't want to be so good in this business." After all, the better the business, the more patients there are. However, there are always some people in this world who need these medicines. If you don't do it, others will do it, but what others do may not be as good as ours. At least, we're making medicine for conscience!"

"That's what I said~" He Xiuxiu opened her mouth at this time, and she said with a little twist: "But, what should I do?

"Where to start? Start with the medicine!" Sandao said without thinking, "Your medicine is just a small corner. Many of the prescriptions I have to prepare are not available here. ”

"Fart!" He Xiuxiu said with some annoyance: "I am a sporadic corner? In this golden city, I have all the traditional Chinese medicine here." ”

"Okay, okay, okay!" Sandao said, got up and walked to the counter, picked up the pen and paper, and handed it to He Xiuxiu after tinkering for a while. He Xiuxiu first glanced at it disdainfully, and then began to frown silently.

"What's the matter, these medicines, none of them!"

"This is all medicine?" He Xiuxiu said after reading the whole paper: "What Balan Ye, Kui Wuzi, Continuation Spirit Grass~ I haven't heard of it, you didn't write it scribbling!"

"That's you who are lonely and unheard, you know what medicine is!"

When He Xiuxiu heard this, her eyes immediately widened angrily and she glared at Sandao: "I have followed my father to grab medicine since I was a child, do you say I don't understand?"

"That's because your dad doesn't have the ability, he knows what medicine is!" Sandao thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it, he said: "Anyway, these are medicines, you don't know, someone always knows." Tomorrow you might as well ask first and see where you can get these medicines!"

He Xiuxiu looked at the letter suspiciously for a while, then put away the piece of paper and said, "Eat, eat first!"

Sandao knew that He Xiuxiu still had a lot of doubts in his heart, and he also knew that there was no way to make He Xiuxiu fully believe in himself after just a few days of getting along. But Sandao is not in a hurry, because he knows that He Xiuxiu will trust him completely sooner or later. As for why, he doesn't know. Maybe it's an intuition, or maybe it's a confidence.

As for the so-called traditional Chinese medicine powder, whether the so-called special medicine can be successful, Sandao does not know. But he wanted to give it a try because he thought it would work. Maybe it's an intuition, or maybe it's a kind of confidence.

Towards evening, Aunt Lan came with a group of old sisters. That formation is like a group of flower girls who retired from Yihong Courtyard. None of them are fuel-efficient lamps.

As soon as she entered the door, Aunt Lan pulled her throat and said, "How is it, I was not wrong last time, this little flower doctor, the craftsmanship is really good!"

After hearing this, Sandao and He Xiuxiu smiled a little awkwardly, and the other smiled bitterly with a drooping face. Then they heard some of the aunts say:

"Yes, yes, you're right, I was pressed by him last time, that's called a comfort!"

"No, it's comfortable all over the body!"

"My old waist, I see that there is salvation!"

Sandao rolled his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he was running away from something. When this group of old ladies were about to come to him, he suddenly said to He Xiuxiu: "I will boil a pot of plaster in a while to treat back pain." If you don't want money!"