"Does it really work?"

All the people in the room, including Zhang Youping, were also staring at the changes in Zhang Shicai. Although Zhang Youping has drunk the water that has been turned into cubs, but in his heart, how can he easily believe that the water that is casually melted is the same as that of playing at home, and it will really be so effective. This time, he brought it to Zhang Shicai to drink, purely as a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Boom!

Zhang Shicai actually drank the water in the bowl in one gulp, and made a gurgling sound.

Everyone looked at each other in amazement.

"It really works. This is also amazing!" Zhang Dechun scratched the back of his head, a little puzzled.

At this time, Zhang Enzhong ran in from outside out out of breath, "Stupid, stupid secretary." Because of wheezing, the word "spring" was called "stupid".

"How is it? Did the hospital send an ambulance?" Zhang Dechun glared at Zhang Enzhong angrily, and saw that Zhang Enzhong was like a revolutionary hero, so he didn't care about him like him.

"Doctor, the hospital is damn #, refusing to come, saying that our village-level road is too bad for cars to come in. Zhang Enzhong took a few breaths before saying.

"I knew the hospital couldn't be trusted. Didn't I tell you, if the hospital refuses to send a car over, won't it let you call a tractor to come in from the township government?" Zhang Dechun knew that Zhang Enzhong had run back, so he must have not called a car.

"Those bastards refused to come in, saying that our village usually doesn't let tractors from other villages pull goods, and they won't come in. It's all to blame on Liu Qianwang that ball day. One person dominates the whole village, and the village tells cars from other villages not to let in. It's good now, I can't even call a taxi. No one else will come. Zhang Enzhong even offered a high price, and others refused to come in. I thought that I was offended to death by Liu Qianwang.

"In the future, this matter cannot be caused by the former Wang. Zhang Dechun was very annoyed. But it's too late to say anything.

On the side, Luo Ximei's excited shouts made the atmosphere in the room lively all of a sudden.

"Shicai, Shicai!"

When everyone's eyes looked at Zhang Shicai, Zhang Shicai's only eye had already opened, "Mother, why are so many people here?"

"Cub, you're finally alive!" Luo Ximei worried all day, and the sadness in her heart was finally released.

"Mother, don't cry. Isn't that okay with me?" Zhang Shicai still didn't understand what the situation was.

"It's really thanks to Youping today, if it weren't for him, you would just be afraid to report to Lord Yama. Your wounds are evil, your body is burning (described as a severe high fever), Youping helped you make a bowl of water, drink it, and you will wake up. Luo Ximei looked at Zhang Youping gratefully.

"Yes, today thanks to Youping. ”

"Youping, did you really ask Hanako to melt this water for you?"

"I'm afraid that Hanako is a Meishan water master. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so powerful. ”

"yes, I couldn't believe it at first. I didn't expect this water to be so magical. ”

"The real Meishan Master is so powerful. Ma Wulang can only be regarded as the kung fu of a three-legged cat, and the water he turns into is naturally useless, but the real water that Meishan Water Master turns into is even more effective than a special medicine. ”

......

The people in the village are gossiping, and they are all saying good things about Zhang Youping.

Zhang Youping hurriedly said, "Don't talk about this first, check it first, see if Shicai's fever has subsided?"

"You don't need to look at this, look at the world's complexion, it's completely different from before, and the fever must have subsided. Zhang Dechun glanced at it and said very confidently.

"Brother Ping, thanks to you today. I feel much more comfortable now. There shouldn't be anything left. Thanks to everyone's concern, I have died twice today, and I will not die in the catastrophe, and I will live well in the future no matter what. Zhang Shicai thought about it, and his heart was open-minded.

"Yes, yes, there is no hurdle in this world, as long as you want to open it, the injury is healed, and then you can find a way to make money. The days will always get better and better. Zhang Youping encouraged.

"Brother Ping, don't worry. I'm not going to be cranky. Zhang Shicai smiled at Zhang Youping.

Zhang Youping saw that Zhang Shicai was fine, so he had to say goodbye and leave, and now Zhang Shicai's family is in great difficulty, and he can't stay at their house to eat. With that blue and white ceramic bowl in hand, I want to go home.

"There's Brother Ping, let's eat and then leave. Zhang Shicai hurriedly shouted.

"No, no, you can't be busy, we don't help anything, what kind of food do you eat? I'll go back first. "Zhang Youping knows what the situation is at Zhang Shicai's house, how can he eat at their house?

Luo Ximei hurriedly went to the room and grabbed a jar of canned citrus in glass, this thing is definitely a rare commodity in the countryside, and only when visiting a patient, will she go to the department store in the town to buy a few cans. The last time Zhang Shicai was hospitalized, some relatives bought some canned food when they visited the hospital.

"Take it back and give it to the flowers. Luo Ximei forced it into Zhang Youping's hand.

Zhang Youping wanted to refuse politely, but after thinking about it for a while, he still accepted it, "Then I'll thank you for calling the flowers." ”

"Thanks for what. Let the flower come to our house to play, the shelf of grapes is almost ripe, he wants to eat, come and pick it at any time. Luo Ximei smiled. No matter how the water brought by Zhang Zhaohua came from, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that Zhang Youping saved her cub's life, which is equivalent to saving her life and saving her home. She knew that if his cub was gone, she wouldn't survive. Since her man's death, cubs have been her reason to live. How difficult it is for a woman to be widowed and raise her children, how much sadness she needs to pay, and how many tears she needs to swallow, only she knows.

Life is like a few crooked cypress trees at the mouth of the well in the village, even if the body is bent, it will leave the world a dark green. That's the only hope for life.

Zhang Zhaohua is now beginning to feel the beauty of life, oranges are what he likes to eat, sugar water is also what he likes to eat, and now the two things he likes to eat are mixed together, how good this tastes, listen to him squeak, you can know.

"Delicious, isn't it? Would you like to give your mother a bite?" Liu Qiaoye watched the cub eat so with relish, and leaned over to test it.

"Good. Zhang Zhaohua agreed, and then scooped a petal of orange with a spoon and sent it to her mother's mouth.

Seeing that the cub was so refreshing, Liu Qiaoye's heart was even sweeter than eating honey, and the smile on her face was brighter than the flowers in the field, "Good cub, mother doesn't eat, cub eat more." ”

"Mother, eat. Zhang Zhaohua was very persistent, he wanted his mother to share his sweetness. It's the most delicious thing in the world, and my mother wants to try it.

Liu Qiaoye really ate the most delicious food in the world, and this bite may be enough for her to reminisce for a lifetime.

After Zhang Zhaohua fed his mother, he gave a piece of orange to his father, who was making him a water gun on the threshold. Dad ate it very happily and laughed, "It's delicious!"

Happiness does not need to be wealthy, and happiness may be coarse tea and light rice. The taste of life, only by slowly savoring, can we understand the avenue.

[PS: Because the single chapter can't be seen in the channel, Lao Yu will post it here.] Thank you for your understanding】

[PS: When writing "My Spiritual Life", Lao Yu had a lot of contradictions. Always struggling with how to write content that is more liked by more people. How to add more elements to the work that people like. As a result, everything is mixed together, and not only does everyone like to read it, but Lao Yu himself can't write it. Perhaps Lao Yu's novel is destined to fail to satisfy everyone.

"My Spiritual Life" left Lao Yu with too many regrets, at the beginning, it was written very comfortably and smoothly, and I now have some memories of the comfort of writing that opening. The result is also more liked by everyone. So I like to get that comfort back. That's why I have this book "The Chronicle of the Post-80s Cultivators". At the beginning, I originally named it "Zhang Called Flower Cultivation". I hope the title of the book shows that I write very simple things. I began to find the same flavor that I had at the beginning of My Spiritual Life. It doesn't matter if you like it or not. Lao Yu knows that there will always be people who like this style of Lao Yu. Maybe not many. But some people like to watch, which is the motivation of the old fish.

The book was written very slowly, because Lao Yu was worried that if he wrote it quickly, he might end up like the previous book. Write slowly, and you can dig into a lot of details. So I like everyone to be patient, so that the old fish can write this breath more vividly. Please also understand that the old fish will not be updated too much every day. But the old fish will write with his heart. Try to improve the quality.

For those friends who want both good quality and fast updates for old fish, Lao Yu can only say sorry: the concubine really can't do it.

New books have started and I find it more and more difficult to open new books now. I thought it should be easy to get on the list. Who knew that now you can get red envelopes for recommended votes or something, and others make tens of thousands of votes a day and directly kill the old fish. Lao Yu doesn't have the energy or the financial resources to operate. If you have a recommendation vote, you can vote for a few recommendation votes for Lao Yu. Come and check it out every day when you have time. I feel that Lao Yu writes more carefully, so I will reward and encourage it. The new book is more difficult, and I can only rely on the support of Taoist friends!

Here, Lao Yu would like to thank the Taoist friends who have always supported the old fish! Thank you to the Taoist friends who like the works of the old fish! With your support, the old fish can persevere no matter how difficult the situation is. 】