When Wang Yonglin saw his own people, he wiped the sweat towel on his shoulder, and waved to them with a smile.

Even in the middle of winter, the men on the dock wore a thin coat, at most a cloth on their shoulders, or their shoulders would be worn out.

"Hot steamed buns, steamed buns just out of the steamer."

"Noodles, hot noodles."

The stall owners on the side began to shout, and they were very enthusiastic about the men on the dock.

It was almost noon, and it was about to start work and eat on the dock.

Fang Cuiying coveted these stalls, she really wanted to set one, last time she came to see it, she found that it was so easy to do business, there were several of them she would do.

The family came to the place where the cotton was sold, which was a small workshop, and the sound of playing cotton was incessant, as if they were playing the violin.

The one who played the cotton was an experienced old man, and when he pulled and flicked his hand, the cotton wool flew everywhere, and the white wool was floating all over his body.

"Do you want to play cotton? How many beds do you want to play? ”

The hostess of the place, probably in her fifties, was picking cotton shells on a stool.

"Those who make five beds should be bigger and thicker." Liu Chunlan carefully observed the cotton in each cloth bag, which was mixed with some dregs and cottonseeds.

"That's to make ten catties of a bed, this catty of cotton is ten cents, plus the manual fee is thirty wen, and five beds are 650 wen."

Fang Cuiying stabbed her sister-in-law with her hand crutches, this is also too expensive, they sold ten rabbits and vegetables today for only more than 500 yuan.

"Why has the price risen, it used to be not all 5 wen a pound of cotton, this is to slaughter us, do these ordinary people still want to live."

The old woman is also helpless, this year is such a market, the price is fast, the amount of cotton shipped from the north is small and the price is high, and these inferior goods mixed with cotton shells are all goods that come in at a high price.

Father Wang took his two daughters-in-law to other places, and the market was doubled.

endured the pain in his flesh, pulled five big quilts, and all the things he wanted were ready-made, and all the money he got today was spent, and he didn't cover it yet.

An Ran looked at the cotton, the quality was really not good, the cotton in her eyes was snow-white, mixed with the smell of the sun.

However, there is more or less slag in these cottons, and the cotton is a little yellow.

She now has fifty-six seeds unlocked, and she hasn't planted cotton yet.

"Ahh An Ran shook his head and sneezed a few times in a row.

Father Wang was frightened, and hurriedly touched her head, the temperature was normal and warm.

"This little girl shouldn't be cold, you see this snot running along."

An Ran couldn't control it, her snot was running down her lips, salty, and it tasted a little good, what's going on?

Daddy Wang didn't dare to stay outside longer, thinking that it would be warmer to go home immediately.

An Ran didn't expect that his small body bones would blow a little wind and almost cost him half his life.

An Ran started a fever at night, so scared that Father Wang wanted to carry her to the town to find Dr. Ji, what should not be taken to Huichun Hall today.

An Ran was in a daze, and found some medicine to cure the disease in the pharmacy, thinking that he was still a child, so he took half of the amount.

Father Wang blamed himself very much, he called for Fubao, the cold wind outside the house was also strong, and Dr. Ji lived in the town, but An Ran's little face was red and he fell asleep in a daze.

"Who?" Tongyuan was wearing a coat, and the whole person was shivering.

"It's you, what's the matter?"

Tong Yuan saw that the old man's nose was red, and even his eyebrows were covered with frost, and he was followed by a man in his twenties, who was very big, and he was holding a milk doll in his arms.

"My granddaughter is sick, please ask Dr. Ji to take a look."

"Little brother, please help us call Doctor Ji, please."

Tong Yuan had a headache, his master went to the doctor, these days and nights to see a doctor, he was very distressed, and whether his master can return safely is still a problem.

"My master has gone to the Lin Mansion, and he won't be able to come back for a while, and there is more than one pharmacy in this town, so let's go somewhere else."

In this winter, I can't sleep well, and there are always people who seek medical advice in the middle of the night, and they are not immortals, and they are annoyed to death.

"I don't know if the little doctor can help take a look first, the child can't wait."

"Tongyuan, let them come in first."

They were greeted by a very young boy with a white face, a heroic eyebrow, and a faint blue under his eyes, showing a tired color.

The boy lifted the cotton cloth, and inside was a round milk doll, the baby's fat face was red, and the pink mouth was spitting and foaming.

"It should be a cold, how long has it been a fever, and now the body temperature is very high, let's go to my room first."

Wang Yonglin nodded and answered the young man's question, without the slightest idea that the person in front of him was a half-grown child.

The boy's room had a stove, and in order to make the lighting better, the boy took out a new candle from the wooden box and lit it, and put the lampshade on it, and the whole room was much brighter.

"Tongyuan, you go and get some hot water, this is the recipe, you grab the medicine, fry it and send it."

The young man took a pen and wrote down the recipe and handed it to his junior brother, took off An Ran's coat, and wore only a small jacket.

The slender left hand held An Ran's right wrist a little up, and the pads of the index and middle fingers of his right hand were pushed along the inside of An Ran's right forearm, from the horizontal stripe of the wrist to the horizontal stripe of the elbow.

The ancients called this "Qingtian River Water", and this simple method can quickly reduce fever.

Soon Tongyuan called hot water, added some cold water to it to make warm water, took a square towel to wet it, dried it and handed it to his senior brother, turned around and went to decoction again.

He is also a worrying life, the old and the young are all out of the same mold, the master does not stop in the middle of the night, and the senior brother does not stop in the middle of the night.

Look at how long this body can last, there will be a lot of sick tuberculosis tomorrow.

An Ran only felt that her body was not so hot in a daze, and she just felt that she was in dire straits and was about to suffocate.

The boy pushed the meridians for a while, and then used warm water to help An Ran cool down.

This milk doll was the chubby child he had ever seen, with small arms like lotus roots, and a soft and delicate body, which was better raised than many children he had ever seen.

Soon Enron's temperature subsided, but children often had recurrent fevers, and the medicine he prescribed was very mild, and the medicine that was mild and did not hurt the spleen and stomach would be much less effective.

"Hmm~Hmm~" An Ran opened her eyes, her head was so heavy, and she seemed to be about to close it again in the next second.

A soup spoon is fed in the mouth, the medicine is not bitter, but it has a grassy taste, which is not delicious.

There are many people in her sight, a light-colored robe swaying from her sight, a pair of good-looking hands, a faint smell of herbs, and a very nice voice, revealing maturity and stability in the sense of youth.

In the end, An Ran couldn't resist the sleepiness, yawned a dozen, turned over, poofed a few times, and farted to sleep.

The young man smiled: "It's cooled down, and the turbidity and cold are also discharged, don't blow the wind at night, just take three days of medicine." ”

"Thank you, little doctor, the little doctor has such excellent medical skills at a young age, and the apprentices brought out by Dr. Ji are as good as him."

"Uncle Wang's awards are all taught by the master, there are many sick children in winter, and there are some insignificant experiences accumulated over time.

If it weren't for the master's visit today, Xiaosheng wouldn't have dared to take it over, not to mention thanks to the medicine sent by Uncle Wang. ”

Father Wang saw that he was about to leak the stuffing if he continued to chat, and after thanking him back, he asked his son to take Fubao back.

"The child should rest here today, the weather is too cold, and the child can't stand the toss. If you don't dislike it, stay at the pharmacy next door and leave tomorrow morning. ”

"Thank you, doctor, what a great person, it's just a living bodhisattva." Daddy Wang is poor in words, only these words of praise.

I think that their military doctors back then told them to survive as long as they couldn't die.