Chapter 70: The Little Tree Doesn't Fight and Slips Away

Shen didn't understand: "What do I explain to the Feng family?" Isn't the shop yours? ”

Ah Heng asked rhetorically: "Now you know that the shop is mine?" Who said that when a woman marries, her things belong to her in-laws? ”

Shen knew that he was at a loss, and he rolled his eyes and didn't want to take it anymore, but he was weak about Feng Yuheng's need to check the accounts, and said awkwardly: "I am the head of the Feng family, and you dare to question me as a concubine now, where have you learned the rules?" ”

Feng Yuheng said: "In the deep mountains in the northwest, the Feng family really hasn't assigned Ah Heng a person to teach the rules. ”

The old lady also reminded the Shen family: "You are still the mother of the Feng family, but now you can't be this family!" ”

Shen was so angry that he stood up and pointed at the crowd and shouted, "You are all colluding!" It's all on purpose! ”

Feng Yuheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so she only saluted the old lady: "Grandmother, Ah Heng retired first, and took these shops back today, and I thought about going out of the house to check it out, just to ask my grandmother for permission." ”

The old lady nodded: "Go ahead!" Bring the maid and come back early. ”

Ah Heng leaned over and retreated, leaving with Yao and Zirui.

The old lady glared at the Shen family and warned in a cold voice: "Don't delay Shen Yu's future because of your virtue, if you don't change it, the Feng family can consider sending you to the temple." ”

Besides, Feng Yuheng came out of Shuyayuan and took Huang Quan and Qingyu out of the mansion. This was the first time she had left the mansion since returning to the capital, and she suddenly felt that after leaving the one-acre and three-point land under the jurisdiction of the Feng family, her breathing was smooth.

Huang Quan turned his head and glared at Fengfu, and said angrily: "Second Miss endure it for a few more years, and we will never come back in the future." What a family these are! ”

Even Qingyu couldn't get used to seeing the Feng family's faces, "Isn't the master the prime minister?" I really can't imagine that the dignified prime minister actually has such a housewife in the house. ”

Feng Yuheng shrugged: "If you want to see the excitement, you have to see it all these years." In this house, everyone can sing a play solo, and they can sing very well. ”

Huang Quan smiled again and said, "It's okay, save yourself boredom." Just tease them, and from time to time throw a whip and beat it. ”

Qingyu pouted and said, "Sister Huangquan, don't talk about beating people at every turn. ”

Huang Quan hooked her shoulder and teased her: "The little tree doesn't hit and can't slip straight." ”

A few people talked and laughed, and soon arrived at the location of Baicaotang.

Feng Yuheng did not take anyone in directly, but stood at the door of the shop and pretended to look at the objects.

There are many people coming and going with herbs, there are many people taking medicines, the young man in the shop is busy carrying around, and a middle-aged man who looks like a shopkeeper is standing in front of the counter, holding something in his hand and talking to an old man.

Feng Yuheng and the three of them got closer, and listened to the man: "This is a five-hundred-year-old ginseng, let me tell you the old man, if you didn't say that your wife is seriously ill and waiting for ginseng to continue her life, I won't give you such a good thing." ”

The old man looked at the things in the shopkeeper's hand in confusion, and waved his hand again and again: "Don't be so good, how much does it cost to participate in five hundred years?" I can't afford to sell my family's real estate! ”

"Huh?!" The shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder: "Old man, I just saw that you were not a person with a lot of money, so I didn't take out those more than a thousand years old for you." But what do you buy ginseng for? It's a continuation of life! What if those decades or one or two hundred years can't be continued? Your money is not in vain! Money is something outside the body, as long as you save your life, the most important thing is to keep it! ”

"But...... But I don't have any money! The old man was anxious and began to dig into his pockets.

The shopkeeper's eyes were staring at the small cloth bag that the old man had taken out, and it was full of scattered pieces of silver, and together they were no more than twenty taels.

"I borrowed it from all the people in the village, but it's not enough to buy 500 years of ginseng!"

The shopkeeper pouted, "It's less." Then he waved his hand: "It's okay, Baicaotang is based on treating diseases and saving people, and you can't stop seeing a doctor just because the patient has no money!" As he spoke, he grabbed all the money in the old man's hand. The old man was very reluctant and wanted to rob back, but he didn't rob the shopkeeper. "Come, take it!" The shopkeeper stuffed the so-called 500-year-old ginseng into the old man's hand, "Go back and give your wife a new life!" ”

When the old man saw that the ginseng was already in his hand, he was so grateful that he didn't know what to say, so he simply knelt down and kowtowed to the shopkeeper: "Great good man! I'm kowtowing to you! Thank you for saving your life! ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly helped the person up, "I can't help it!" This is what all herbs should do, and it is important to go back to treat the disease and save people as soon as possible. ”

Seeing the old man gratefully holding the ginseng and staggering away, Huang Quan twitched the corner of his mouth: "That thing is ginseng?" ”

Qingyu didn't believe it either: "Five hundred years? ”

Feng Yuheng snorted coldly: "It's just a broken tree root." Then he instructed Huang Quan: "Go and chase the old gentleman back." ”

Huang Quan nodded: "What about Miss?" ”

Feng Yuheng raised his feet and walked into the Baicao Hall: "It seems that there are a lot of good things here, since someone has already bought ginseng, Miss Ben will buy something else." ”