seemed to be a word of concern, but Song Ercai had an extra heart.

He smiled lightly: "Now I live in Pingyang, and I have a little farther to come and go. However, Mr. has excellent medical skills, and the road is not worth the trip. ”

After answering this sentence, Song Ercai took his son to leave.

When the father and son went out, Lao Langzhong picked up a towel and wiped his hands, silently remembering the word Pingyang.

In the main hall of the medical hall, Song Ercai did not rush to take his son away, but asked him to sit on a chair for a while, asked the junior apprentices in the hall about the woman's internal medicine, paid the consultation fee and queued up to help his daughter-in-law get medicine.

Song Tian was very inexplicable when he saw his father lined up with several women, and he tilted his head and thought about it, and probably understood.

After seeing three or four or more brothers and sisters from other families, Song Tian did not reject two more brothers or sisters, but it was a pity that he heard his mother say when talking to others that his body was injured and it was difficult to conceive again.

After a while, Song Er, who was finished in the Lang, came out, holding a prescription in his hand, and his face was slightly red.

After waiting for the medicine to be grasped, the father and son went out and got into the carriage.

Five days passed, and Song Er took his son back again.

Lao Langzhong looked at the recovery of the wound and nodded that he could cut the skin again.

The two apprentices went in, and Song Er was kicked out.

This time he walked a little farther away, not wanting to hear his son's screams.

When he entered the door again, Song Ercai saw his son sweating on his forehead, and a junior apprentice was cleaning his wounds and applying medicinal wine.

Compared with the pain of cutting the skin just now, this sterilized medicinal wine was even more unbearable, but Song Tian was already a little numb from the pain, but he didn't scream.

Unlike last time, the place where the skin is cut this time is the cheek, Lang Zhong said that the new skin should be well protected to make it grow longer, and in the future, the scar will have to be cut at the left and right ends.

After taking the prescription list, Song Er asked Wang Daniu to grab the medicine, and he helped his son to slowly go out.

Song Tian was so painful that his lips turned a little white, and he had to cover the wound with his hand.

The wound was smaller in the previous test, but this time it is a little larger.

The father and son got into the carriage, and Wang Daniu also came back and whipped back to Caofu.

"Bear with me, according to Mr. Park's intentions, you can cut it three times, and if you don't proliferate anymore, you can slowly recover."

Mr. Puff is the old man who sees the doctor.

Song Ercai pillowed his son's head on his knees, looking at his painful appearance, he couldn't do it in his heart.

Song Tian slowed down, feeling much more comfortable than before.

"Dad, just now inside, Mr. Park asked his son some questions."

Song Ercai stroked his son's hand in the bun and asked, "What did you say?" ”

He asked his son what the family did and what they were doing.

"How do you answer him?"

The last time I came over, Song Ercai felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, Mr. Park was asking them about something.

Xu felt that he couldn't ask anything on his side, so he came up with his son's idea.

Song Tian was still a little weak, and replied in a low voice: "I told him that the family has a little land, and he usually collects rent and produces grain, and his life is okay." ”

After that, Mr. Park didn't seem to believe it, so he asked why he didn't come to see the injury now if he was not short of money, and delayed the best time.

"Dad, what do you think my son will do to him?"

Song Tian chuckled lightly when he said this, but the corners of his upturned mouth pulled the wound again, and the next moment he bared his teeth in pain.

Song Ercai hurriedly patted him lightly to pay attention to it.

Song Tian smiled, and quickly said: "I said, I used to go to the He family pharmacy in Pingyang every time I went to see a doctor, and the Lang Zhong inside said that he got the true inheritance of the He family's ancestors, which is very powerful, as long as you insist on applying the jade skin cream, you can heal yourself, and you don't have to suffer from cutting your skin at all." ”

Song Tian thought of Mr. Park's slightly angry face, his eyebrows and eyes bent again, that is, the people of the He Family Medical Center, naturally he didn't want his reputation to be ruined by those quacks who had no ability, so the topic diverged, and Mr. Park didn't ask anything else later.

Since the last time he met He Wenyun in the embroidery building, Song Ercai made a special trip to tell his son that if someone inquired about their origin and identity, it would be profitable, and they should be cleverly avoided.

In the past half a month, Song Ercai has been following his son all the time, and no one is allowed to approach, and the only one who left was in the hospital for a short while.

Those people really tried their best to take advantage of this small opportunity.

Song Ercai continued to stroke the top of his son's hair, "You answered well, and you thought it through." ”

The family spends the day with the land and the Cao family, which is made up by Song Ercai in advance, but some things are often not enough, and if someone really asks, it depends on the temporary adaptability, otherwise it is easy to expose flaws.

Obviously, Song Tian answered the right words just now, and skillfully avoided the suspicions of those people.

The half-old carriage slowly disappeared at the corner of the street, and on the side of the medical hall, Jiang Da, the shopkeeper of Fucheng, went up to the second floor and said to the guards guarding the door of the main hall: "Horse guard, the second son is here?" ”

The guard, surnamed Ma, nodded, gently pushed the door in, and after a while, turned out and invited him in.

Jiang straightened out his clothes and quickly bowed in.

He Wenyun was in the house, reading an account book in his hand, and drinking tea by the way.

"Second son, the father and son of the Song family have left, and according to the situation, they are expected to come back in two months."

Jiang Zhi reported the situation, He Wenyun didn't raise his head, took a sip of tea and asked lightly, "Have you found anything?" ”

"Not yet. The father and son live in Pingyang County, and the family has a small Zhuangzi, who usually makes a living by collecting rent and growing grain, and is a little related to the Cao family. ”

Song Ercai came here and made up his net worth, claiming to be a relative of the Cao family.

He Wenyun was not familiar with the situation here, he was busy investigating the source of goods over there in Wanxing, and handed over the incident of Song Ercai's father and son to Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi knew that the second son of the owner was not a good match, and he was very attentive in all aspects, not only bought off a subordinate of the He family, but also asked Pu Langzhong to secretly probe the little baby, and finally came to such a conclusion.

He Wenyun was just suspicious of the father and son, and since it was not what he guessed, he didn't take it to heart.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, saying that there was something important to report.

He Wenyun let people in, Jiang Zhi turned his head, and saw that another personal guard beside the second son came back, still holding a wooden box in his hand.

"Second son, there's news from Yumen."

The guard presented the box in his hand, He Wenyun took it and opened it, and saw an emerald green shawl inside.

This shawl is embroidered with more than a dozen butterflies of different colors and shapes, and the stitches are layered on top of each other, and there is no doubt that it is the Zhuojia stitch method.

He Wenyun tightened his brows, and the guard said: "This embroidery building should have just gotten the goods, and the things are not complete, but they are very similar to Wanxing's goods." The subordinates inquired, and most of the things came from Futong. ”

Futong, not far from Linjiang, is the birthplace of Zhuojia acupuncture.

At the end of last year, I made a special trip to rectify it, is it possible to get up again?