“…… My Ann is really capable! The doctors in the hospital can't see the disease well, and my Annan will take care of it in a few clicks......" Wang Guihua carried the medicine basket on her back and followed a village woman to collect medicine from the mountains.

The sentence "My An Ruo is really capable", Wang Guihua has said it more than 100 times in the past five days.

At this time, Chu Anruo had already prepared dinner and was waiting for Wang Guihua to come back, while waiting, she was holding Xiao Yulan and playing games with the children, she found all the bowls and bottles and jars that she could find, poured water of different shades, and then hit it with chopsticks.

is the messy sound, which also makes the children very happy, and Chu Anruo can use a pair of chopsticks to hit a simple but pleasant tune. With the tune, she taught the children little tunes.

So when Wang Guihua came back from the afterglow of the sunset, from afar, he heard the children's laughter and babbling songs, the music was long and soothing, that is, Wang Guihua was a person with little culture, and he felt very good in his ears.

Wang Guihua entered the house, and before she could remove the basket, the children surrounded her.

"Milk, look, Sister An Ruo embroidered me with flowers!" The cheerful Yinhua pulled her clothes tightly and appeared in front of Wang Guihua. Jinhua's clothes were embroidered with butterflies, and she also pulled her clothes and laughed, but she didn't shout.

"Milk, Sister An Ruo said that she would embroider it for me, embroider a big worm, it's a tiger!" The earth dragon exaggerated his strokes.

Wang Guihua saw the children's smiles in her eyes, and also smiled with satisfaction, she looked at the patch embroidered into flowers on the silver flower clothes, and took off the back basket with the help of Chu Anruo.

Chu Anruo glanced into the back basket, but saw a full back basket of knowing the mother block.

After cleaning their hands, everyone began to sit around and eat, similar to the habit of everyone sitting down and eating together, which was also slowly formed after Chu Anruo came. In Chu Anruo's words, when a family eats, it is natural to eat together. Eating, that's the most enjoyable moment.

Dinner was steamed buns and porridge, with some simple side dishes. Among them, the buns were made by Chu Anruo with the children, and the children's bags are not good-looking, but who cares about the appearance, Chu Anruo only knows that the children are very happy. And the buns contain the strong friendship of the children. Even the stupid Yuanzhi knew that Baba took a bun and stuffed it into Wang Guihua's mouth, "My bun, give it to milk!" Wang Guihua was moved to hug Yuanzhi and shouted to his heart.

After eating, everyone cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks together, and before going to bed, Chu Anruo told the children a story in the next room. Every child listened quietly, even if they didn't understand, they were willing to snuggle up to Chu Anruo.

Wang Guihua smiled contentedly on the side, she could see that the children liked An Ruo. is in the middle of the school in the summer, although the attitude towards An Ruo is still a little cold, but it is much better than at the beginning.

After coaxing the children to sleep, Chu Anruo went back to his house. Wang Guihua also fell asleep next door early because she was tired for a day.

Chu Anruo didn't sleep, but read a book under the lamp. The books are the ones that Wang Guihua locked in the box like a treasure. At the beginning, no matter how hard Chu Anruo tried to hold the books, this body still had no memory of the words on these books, and she read these books as if she were reading books from the sky.

Chu Anruo knew the reading pattern of this place from the memory of the original owner.

A woman can study with a man, but the problem is that she can't go to the first grade for a six- or seventeen-year-old child. And how can An Ruo go to the first grade, according to the memory method, she knows that she should be a sophomore in high school this year, if it weren't for the car accident, she should be busy studying now, and she will be able to study in the third year of high school in September.

Chu Anruo didn't know what a university was, but she knew that the book "University" was very profound. By analogy, the universities here should be of high grade.

But now that she is about to go to college, she can't read words, how can she explain this? Even if she says she has lost her memory, she can't even recognize the words if she loses her memory, right?

After thinking about it for a long time, Chu Anruo boldly injected himself with an injection to stimulate his body's memory. Fortunately, after the needle, she really had an intermittent memory of the text, but it was only after reading the book that she had a memory, which made her deeply relieved. In order to speed up the progress of understanding this place, every night, Chu Anruo reads at night and reads all the books she can see.

She needed to learn deeply about the culture of this place, because she didn't just want to live in this place, but she wanted to integrate into this new place, and she had a bigger idea: to learn the magic of this place.

She's going to be the doctor of this place!

The next day, Wang Guihua went into the mountain again, and Chu Anruo also wanted to go into the mountain, but Wang Guihua refused in the end, she was worried about An Ruo's injury.

"You're at home with the kids, and they love you!" Wang Guihua said, "Some of them are busy with Jinhua today!" Meals and kids are up to you. ”

Chu Anruo could only stay.

And what Wang Guihua said about Jinhua and what they have to be busy with is to clean up the big box of Zhimu she dug up yesterday into a meat Zhimu, and take advantage of the good weather to dry it, and then you can sell it for money.

"After the hair is removed like this, and after it is dried, it is done?" Chu Anruo held the magnolia that ate her hands and stood beside Jinhua, she watched Jinhua and Yinhua remove the mud and whiskers from Zhimu's rhizome, and then looked at the earth dragon and they used bamboo baskets to collide with Zhimu's hair, and asked.

The processing of raw medicinal materials is a real craft, and most people can only do a rough washing and drying of medicinal materials to facilitate storage, and the delicate processing method will definitely not. At Jinhua's age, it goes without saying.

Jinhua nodded, "After drying the milk, you can buy money!" ”

"How much can you sell it for?" Chu Anruo became interested and asked. In the place where she came, the selling price of only hair-dried Zhimu meat is not high, and the high price is the concocted Zhimu, such as salt Zhimu and honey roasted Zhimu......

Jinhua shook her head, "Milk doesn't say, but Milk sighs every time, saying that there is no cannon to sell for more money, and also said that the god mother-in-law in Xishan can make the Zhimu into pieces of salt Zhimu, and the money she can buy is called Duo, if she knows how to shoot!" ”

Sure enough, it's the same everywhere, and the price of finely concocted medicinal herbs is always better.

Chu Anruo's eyes smiled like a crescent moon, but she knew how to concoct medicinal herbs. Back then, she first learned to recognize medicines, then learned how to concoct different raw herbs while memorizing prescriptions, and then began to learn medical skills.

Chu Anruo's father said that the same medicinal materials have different medicinal properties due to different methods of preparation. To be a good doctor, concocting is an indispensable learning process.

As for the tools needed to concoct Zhimu, there are really all of them at home.

"Earth Dragon, you come to bring Magnolia, Jinhua, you come with me, we will concoct Zhimu!" Chu Anruo said with bright eyes.