Song Yanzhi's little friend was aggrieved, and tears slid down his cheeks again.

"Just because you can't find your sister, you're crying?" Song Lingyue took out a handkerchief to help Song Yanzhi wipe her tears, and her movements were gentle.

"I thought my sister was taken away by the bad guys like last time, I thought I would never see my sister again......" Song Yanzhi didn't hear the joke in Song Lingyue's tone, but just plunged into Song Lingyue's arms, telling her fear.

"Last time, my sister left without saying a word, Yanzhi was scared, wasn't she?" Song Lingyue gently patted Song Yanzhi's back and comforted her in a low voice.

Maybe because of the loss of her parents too early, whether it is Song Yanzhi or Song Qingping, they all rely on her as a sister.

The four words of dependence are the best adjectives for the previous three sisters and brothers.

"Hmm." Song Yanzhi snorted, picked up his sleeve and was about to wipe his nose, but was stopped by Song Lingyue.

"In other words, you're a man." Song Lingyue touched the top of Song Yanzhi's head, "When you were in the private school before, did the master teach you what a man is?" ”

"The Master has taught. The master said that men are all standing up to the sky, and men still don't flick when they have tears. It's just that I don't know what the Master means. Song Yanzhi pointed at his fingers, still with a pitiful expression.

"In other words, my sister was not good before, and I shouldn't have gone out without telling you, which made you so scared. However," Song Lingyue bent down and kept eye level with Song Yanzhi, "Sister hopes that Yanzhi can be stronger, and don't cry just for a little thing." ”

"In other words, tears are the most useless, they can only be used to vent emotions, but they cannot solve any difficulties." Song Lingyue looked at Song Yanzhi with his head tilted and looked ignorant, and her tone softened again, "Maybe I don't understand it now, but I'll understand it later, right?" ”

Song Yanyi nodded at Song Lingyue half-understandingly, and he whispered weakly, "Sister, don't you like to cry in words?" Then I won't cry anymore. ”

"Is that what you think?" Song Lingyue bent the corners of her lips and said in a tone that was both serious and serious:

"No, it's not. From the doctor's point of view, crying is a good way of emotional catharsis, which helps to relieve depressed emotions, can help regulate the mentality, and is a good way to vent.

It's a good thing to be able to cry, but sometimes you can't just cry and not think about it. ”

"I'm just afraid that my sister will leave me alone." Song Yanzhi hugged Song Lingyue's waist tightly and buried his little face in Song Lingyue's arms.

"How could my sister throw down one of the words? In other words, apart from Qingping, my sister is the only relative in this world. Song Lingyue pinched Song Yanzhi's fleshy little face, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

The feeling of being needed and relied on by the little ball of meat was great, which made Song Lingyue can't help but tighten her arms.

"Really? Sister doesn't lie to me? Song Yanzhi raised his head, his big eyes blinking.

"Of course it's true." Song Lingyue touched Song Yanzhi's little face, and finally coaxed the little meat bun.

Song Lingyue originally wanted to let Song Yanzhi learn to take care of herself from today, but seeing the red eyes of the little crying bag, Song Lingyue was a little reluctant.

Unexpectedly, Song Yanzhi took the initiative to say that he wanted to dress and fold the quilt by himself, and he didn't want Song Lingyue to help.

"At that moment, you got up and came to the kitchen to find my sister, and my sister went to cook." Song Lingyue took the cotton shoes that Song Yanzhi kicked into the corner of the wall when he took off his shoes last night.

Song Yanzhi grew up very quickly, and the toes of these cotton shoes already showed signs of wear.

Song Lingyue has a headache, she can do ordinary sewing, she really doesn't know how to make cotton shoes at all.

Who would have thought that her effort to buy a cup of coffee would suddenly jump from the modern era when online shopping was very convenient to the ancient?

In Song Lingyue's memory, her cheap old mother in ancient times was a good hand, and she was also good at Su embroidery, but she died of illness before she could teach Song Lingyue.

Her cheap dad is a mason in Baishi Village, under Baishi County, and he sells all the hard work, so he can barely make ends meet.

Originally, their family should have been able to live well, but unfortunately her cheap old lady fell into a serious postpartum disease after giving birth to Song Yanzhi and was weak, but she died in two years.

In this era of relatively backward medical conditions, many diseases that are very common and easy to treat in modern times are incurable diseases in ancient times, and countless apricot forest masters are helpless.

However, fortunately, although she Song Lingyue was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, she also dabbled in Western medicine when she was studying in medical school.

is the so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, which is why the prince in the hospital criticized Chinese medicine from the perspective of Western medicine as a castle in the air, too empty, and she was so angry.

Song Lingyue has always believed that the reason why traditional Chinese medicine has been circulating for so long must have its advantages.

Shaking his head, he threw aside the complicated thoughts in his heart, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

For breakfast, Song Lingyue prepared very simply, peeled and cut the sweet potatoes she bought before into small pieces, and waited for the millet porridge in the casserole to roll, and then threw the cut and washed sweet potato pieces into it.

Cover the casserole and let the millet sweet potato porridge slowly boil on the small stove until the millet is thick and the sweet potato is soft and glutinous.

Shred the artichoke, mix some flour, add salt and a little chopped green onion, mix with an appropriate amount of water, make a thick paste, scoop up a spoonful with a frying spoon, and carefully spread it into a cake shape in the pot.

In ancient times, there was no monosodium glutamate or chicken essence, but the aroma of the ingredients themselves was much stronger than in modern times.

"In the end, there is no pollution and no pollution." Seeing that the artichoke silk cake in the pot had turned brown, Song Lingyue turned the artichoke silk cake over, sniffled, and admired.

"Sister, what do you mean pollution-free and pollution-free?" Song Yanzhi didn't know when he got up, and he had already run to the kitchen.

Song Lingyue raised her eyes to look at Song Yanzhi and found that the robe she had just changed for him had wet water stains on it, and she couldn't help frowning.

"Why are you getting wet?" Song Lingyue touched the wetness on Song Yanzhi's chest, but fortunately the cotton clothes inside were not soaked.

"I washed my face with water from a bucket by the well." Facing Song Lingyue's questioning, Song Yanzhi lowered his head.

"Did my sister tell you that you can't go to the well?" Song Lingyue suddenly became excited, and the frying spoon slammed in the iron pot, and sparks splashed.

At first, I fell in love with this shop, and it was good that it was large enough, and it also had a small yard, and it also had a well in the corner of the backyard.

I used to live in Baishi County, and there was no well at home, so Song Lingyue had to go to the river to fetch water every day before dawn, which was very hard.

With a well, it is much more convenient to have water and laundry, but there are also more safety hazards.

Song Lingyue was worried that Song Yanzhi would run to the well and fall down again, so she was also extremely nervous.

"Sister." Song Yanzhi's eyes turned red all of a sudden, "I'm sorry sister, I forgot for a while, and I won't be next time." ”

Looking at Song Yanzhi's appearance, Song Lingyue's heart softened again, the reason why Song Yanzhi ran to the well to wash his face must be because he listened to what she just said, so he thought of his own way and did something within his power.

"Okay, since you've washed your face, just wait for your sister on the side, breakfast will be ready soon." Song Lingyue softened her tone and put out the already golden potato silk cake fried in the pot.

I turned around and looked at the millet sweet potato porridge on the side of the small stove, which was already viscous and rich.

Song Yanzhi didn't need Song Lingyue to explain, she had already gone to the cupboard to find dishes and chopsticks and put them on the table.

"Sister, why did you buy so many bowls and come back." Song Yanzhi chose the one with a big rooster on the wall of the bowl as his bowl, "Brother Qi Mo and Brother Liu Liang don't live here again. ”

"I was afraid that you would drop the bowl, so I deliberately bought two more bowls."

The bowls and chopsticks were all bought by Song Lingyue at the market today, obviously there were only two people in the family, she and Song Yanzhi, so she only had to buy two rice bowls, three or four dishes and a soup plate was enough, but Song Lingyue didn't know how to buy four rice bowls and came back.

Song Lingyue took off her apron and put it on the edge of the stove, and beckoned Song Yan to eat.

There were only two of them, sister and brother, Song Lingyue did not bring the food to the dining room, but directly ate on the small table in the kitchen, so that it would be convenient to clean up for a while.

"I don't know if Brother Qi Mo and they arrived in the capital." Song Yanzhi used chopsticks to pick up a piece of boiled sweet potato that was very soft and glutinous and put it into his mouth, and his small mouth was squirming.

"Count the day, it should have come." Song Lingyue didn't know how long it would take to get from Baihe County to the capital, but Qi Mo and the others rode horses, and they were always faster than her to make a carriage.

"Sister, when I grow up in the future, will I be able to go to the capital to take the imperial examination like Brother Qi Mo and them?" Song Yanzhi bit his chopsticks and asked Song Lingyue with a pair of big watery eyes.

Song Lingyue nodded without thinking about it, "If you want to take the test when you grow up, Sister will naturally ask you to take the test." At present, the pharmacy has not yet opened, and when the income is stable after the opening, Sister Ah will go to this neighborhood to inquire if there is a school, so that we can continue to study. ”

Song Yanzhi heard that he could continue to read, and his eyes bloomed with a longing light.

It seems that Song Yanzhi is still quite interested in reading, which makes Song Lingyue breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sister, this cake is so delicious today, I've never seen you brand it before." Song Yanzhi picked up a small piece of artichoke silk cake and ate it with relish, and his small mouth was shiny and shiny, with a satisfied face.

"If you like to eat, eat more." Song Lingyue sandwiched another piece of plate in front of Song Yanzhi.

After breakfast, Song Lingyue and Song Yanyi cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks together.

Song Lingyue then had the time to start looking at the pharmacy in the front yard carefully, the area of the pharmacy in the front yard was converted into a modern area, about 40 square meters, which was quite spacious and magnificent.

There are two rows of black solid wood cabinets along the wall, and at a cursory glance, the cabinets on this whole wall can hold at least 100 kinds of Chinese medicinal materials, but the labels of Chinese medicine on them are a little old and discolored and need to be re-transcribed.

In front of the cabinet is a low cabinet, which is used to store some weighing tools, as well as dustpans, baskets and so on that need to be used to dry medicinal herbs.