"Huh!"

Jian Yuelan answered, pulled her legs and went in both directions with the child.

"Mom!"

The child's milk voice screamed, and the smile on the chubby face was so bright.

"Mommy is back."

Jian Yuelan picked him up and asked with a smile, "Do you want to be a mother?" ”

"Yes!"

The child's little hand put his arm around her neck and kissed her affectionately, "It's not fragrant for me to eat when my mother is not there." ”

The corners of the old lady's mouth twitched a little, she really didn't see that it wasn't fragrant, and the amount of food was the same as usual.

"That's really pitiful, my mother will eat with you at night, it will be fragrant."

Speaking of which, she was keenly aware that something was wrong.

The kid smelled of purple potion.

When will I use the Purple Potion?

It must be an injury that will use the purple potion.

Thinking of this, her heart tightened, and she said anxiously, "Doudou, are you hurt?" ”

The child's eyes suddenly widened, and he was very surprised, "Mom, how do you know?" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his little hand, "I broke the wooden man, and the skin on my hand was broken, and my grandmother took me to see the doctor's uncle, and the uncle smeared medicine on me." ”

Looking at his little fat hand dyed purple, Jian Yuelan was silent for two seconds and said, "Move your fingers to let your mother take a look." ”

"Okay."

He moved his fingers, and his milky voice comforted, "Mom, I don't hurt." ”

How can this not hurt.

The child's flesh is tender, and it hurts like she was injured when she was a child.

It's just that I can bear it.

"...... right"

"Stop."

As soon as the apologetic old lady started talking, Jian Yuelan interrupted Wen and said, "It's nothing to do with you, the child stumbles and grows up, you relax." ”

No matter who brings it, it can't avoid skin trauma in children, but it's just severity.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with the grandmother, it's because I have too much strength to break the wood, so I don't blame the grandmother."

The child's milk voice followed the comfort, and the old lady smiled when she heard the voice, "Okay, the grandmother knows." ”

Jian Yuelan was sensitive to emotions, and she still felt guilty when she noticed that the old lady still felt guilty in her heart.

So came the sentence-

"Be happy, I won't let you and grandpa go around like this."

"Otherwise, the next time there will be some skin trauma, and you will feel guilty again, and I will feel uncomfortable."

Old Lady, "......"

It's the first time I've heard such a persuasion.

Xiao Doudou thought for a long time, and held back a sentence-

"Mom, why are you feeling uncomfortable when you feel guilty?"

"Because my mother didn't fulfill her responsibilities as a mother, she left you to be taken care of by the grandmother, and the grandmother made them feel guilty, do you think the mother should feel uncomfortable?"

"Yes!"

Jian Yuelan looked at the old lady, "Did you hear that?" ”

"I hear you."

The old lady didn't dare to feel guilty now, and said seriously, "I don't feel guilty, and you don't feel bad." ”

"Gotta get it."

Jian Yuelan turned her fat son upside down, and said with a smile, "Go back and your mother will wash your hands and use the ointment made by grandpa." ”

As for the wound medicine, she still has her father's medicine.

"Okay."

So, after arriving home, Jian Yuelan washed the child's hands, checked his knuckles and injuries again, and saw that the problem was not serious, and completely let go of the heart she was carrying.

"I forgot to explain it before, and next time this situation occurs, I don't need to send it to the hospital, first apply the medicine in this small black jar to the wound, and wait for five minutes to wash off the ointment in the white jar."

She told the second elder while handling the child's hands.

The old man sighed, took the black jar and looked at the ointment inside, sniffed it again, and then dug up some and applied it to the back of his hand.

I didn't feel it at first, but after about a minute, there was a faint but unignorable coolness on the back of my hand.

He was surprised, "How is this still cool?" ”

"This is mainly used for sterilization, why it is cool, I don't understand."

Pharmaceuticals are a profound science, and anyway, she, who has no talent in medicine, has never understood her father's dispensing ratio and what medicinal materials are selected.

She couldn't understand it, she couldn't remember it, and she didn't bother to embarrass herself.

"Now you're wearing wound medicine?"

"Hmm."

"Is this wound medicine effective?"

"It's good, I've used it since I was a child, and thanks to this wound medicine, I don't have any scars on my body."

"Golden sore medicine?"

"It's not."

Her father can also make gold sore medicine, but the effect of gold sore medicine is not as good as this, and it will leave scars.

Then his father checked all the ancient prescriptions and prescriptions in the family, and pondered and improved the wound medicine himself.

"Can this medicine be made on a large scale?"

Jian Yuelan understood the subconscious meaning of the old man's words, and shook her head after two seconds of silence, "No." ”

Yes or no can turn it in.

Medicine is a profiteering industry, and it is impossible for the Jane family to hand it over before they are ready to enter the pharmaceutical market.

Her father and Seventh Brother's dream has always been to make affordable medicine, so that ordinary people can have medicine to eat and can afford it.

The old man still wanted to speak, but the old lady slapped him, "You have already retired, even if you don't retreat, you can't interfere with medicine." ”

It's not a system.

"When you're old, you should be an old man who doesn't annoy people."

As soon as these words came out, the old man decisively shut up.

But her eyes secretly looked at Jian Yuelan, she couldn't cry or laugh, and said comfortingly, "You don't have to do this, this medicine really can't be mass-produced, and the quality of medicinal materials is very high." ”

"There are also many types of medicinal herbs needed."

"Just this small jar, my dad has to save up the medicinal herbs for a long time to get them together."

Luckily, a can is durable.

The old man didn't think that she would lie to herself, but he still inevitably said with some melancholy, "The ancestor left a lot of good things, it's a pity." ”

It's a pity indeed.

However, it is a pity that it is useless, under the torrent of the times, the power of the individual is small and pitiful, and the heart is limited to what can be done.

"Alright."

Jian Yuelan, who had finished handling the children's hands, collected her things and prepared to put them away, but the corner of her eyes swept to Daji, and tentatively stretched out her claws towards the cabinet handle.

"Ahem......"

She cleared her throat, and Daichi immediately retracted her paw and licked it.

Then, like a cat with nothing to do, he walked back to the cat's nest with his tail and walked gracefully with them, and squeezed into a ball with the beautiful ones who were sleeping crookedly.

It's kind of pretentious.

Jian Yuelan shook her head and said to Doudou, "Son, you go and teach Daji their cat virtues again, and Mom will go and see if your wooden figure can be repaired." ”

"Okay."

The child answered, and ran to the cat's nest with small steps, giving them a lesson in ideology and morality.

Jian Yuelan went to the courtyard to see the wooden man.

The wooden man died a miserable death, his head was broken, his arms were broken, and even his body was broken.

The ground was littered with wood chips.

Jian Yuelan felt strange how her son practiced boxing, and how could this make the wooden man and the five horses separate.

I was thinking about it, and the old man who came out came out with a sentence-

"Can you fix it?"

"I can't fix it."

She dropped the very broken wood in her hand and sighed, "There is still a long way to go." ”

With the strength and control of her fat son, it seems that she has to prepare more wood.

Otherwise, the wooden man will not be enough for him.