Zhao Ling looked back and saw that three girls were walking towards her, looking at her as they walked.

These three girls are Zhao Ling's classmates, and the person in the middle who is dressed so mature that he doesn't look like a student is called Cao Jing, and the other two are also similar in appearance, one is called Ma Hui and the other is called Sun Tian, both of whom are Cao Jing's followers.

The three of them don't like to study, they only like to compare and dress up, and they have always looked down on Zhao Ling, who is poor and dressed rusticly. How do you know that as soon as I came to school today, I saw Zhao Ling wearing a beautiful new dress, dressed like a little princess, and the unhappiness and jealousy in my heart immediately rose.

Walking in front of Zhao Ling, Ma Hui looked her up and down a few times, and then sneered: "This dress looks very beautiful, but I don't know how much it's worth?"

Sun Tian sneered: "What kind of valuable clothes can Zhao Ling earn? In my opinion, she either bought it from the night market, or bought it in the big market, from head to toe, she can have two hundred yuan to reach the sky." ”

Ma Hui immediately laughed: "Two hundred? So poor? I buy a new dress casually, it's all thousands." ”

Sun Tian echoed: "Huihui, how can Zhao Ling compare with you? For her, being able to wear a hundred yuan of clothes is already quite luxurious, okay." Have you forgotten? She used to wear clothes, but they were all rustic to the extreme, and I don't know which aunt didn't wear them and eliminated them. ”

Hearing the ridicule of the two, Zhao Ling lowered his head, didn't want to take care of them, and turned around to leave.

However, Cao Jing, who had not been silent, stopped her at this time, and rushed to her with an arrow, reached out and touched her clothes, her expression was very shocked, and she asked in a trembling voice: "...... You clothes...... Where did it come from?"

Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment and said, "My brother bought it for me, what's wrong?"

Cao Jing said: "What's the matter? You still ask me what's wrong? You have a body, from head to toe, you can get 70,000 or 80,000 yuan! Where did your brother get the money to buy such expensive clothes?"

These words not only frightened Zhao Ling, but also shocked Ma Hui and Sun Tian enough.

"Multi-...... How much?"

"What? seventy or eighty thousand? Sister Jing, did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong because of my ear?"

Cao Jing pointed to the brand of Zhao Ling's clothes and said: "Look at what brand this is, the clothes they produce are not less than 30,000 yuan! I guess 70,000 or 80,000 yuan is underestimated, maybe it is possible for this body to break 100,000 yuan!"

Ma Hui and Sun Tian usually read fashion magazines, so it is naturally impossible not to recognize the brand of this dress.

"Oh my God, this is a first-line luxury brand in Europe and the United States!"

"I remember, this dress, the last time I saw it in a fashion magazine, the price seems to be more than 60,000 yuan......"

Ma Hui and Sun Tian were shocked, they never thought that they had just said that Zhao Ling couldn't wear valuable clothes, and they would be slapped in the face in a blink of an eye.

This luxury brand, but they dream of it but don't have the money to buy it!

In addition to being shocked, they still couldn't believe that Zhao Ling, who had always been poor, could wear such good clothes.

"It must be fake!"

"That's right, it must be an imitation!"

Ma Hui and Sun Tian scrambled to slander Dao.

However, Cao Jing did not stand on the same front with them this time, shook her head and said: "It can't be fake, this material, this texture, and this craftsmanship are definitely genuine!"

Zhao Ling finally woke up from the shock, thinking that her brother could take out 200,000 yuan casually, she was sure that the clothes she was wearing could never be an imitation.

She raised her head and said proudly: "This is the clothes my brother bought for me, they are absolutely genuine! My brother is rich now, not only in Rongcheng to open a pharmaceutical factory in partnership, but also to build a Chinese herbal medicine planting base in our village." In the future, our family's life will definitely get better and better!"

Everyone else is fighting for dad and mom, but Zhao Ling is fighting for his brother this time.

Cao Jing and the three of them were stunned in shock, opened their mouths wide and said:

"Oh my God, is your brother really rich?"

"Open a pharmaceutical factory and build a Chinese herbal medicine planting base? Obediently, your brother is a big boss! No wonder I can buy you such expensive clothes!"

"Your brother really loves you, and he is willing to buy you such expensive clothes. ”

Hearing Cao Jing's envious words, Zhao Ling's little head was raised.

Suddenly, Cao Jing said, "Hey Zhao Ling, does your brother have a girlfriend?" Why don't you do me a favor and introduce me to him." ”

"Tell me about it, too. Ma Hui and Sun Tian looked expectant.

"I'm sorry, but my brother definitely doesn't look down on you. Zhao Ling threw down such a sentence, turned around and stopped paying attention to the three of them, and strode towards the classroom.

At this moment, Zhao Ling is no longer the ugly duckling with low self-esteem before, but has become a proud little princess.

Zhao Yuan didn't know about Zhao Ling's experience in school, but if he knew, he would definitely be very happy.

Isn't the goal of living a good life for his family? He is now barely getting started.

After the New Year's break, students are getting busy preparing for their upcoming final exams.

Compared with the classmates who were cramming Buddha temporarily, Zhao Yuan was much calmer. At his current level, it was easy to cope with the final exams.

Teachers are worried about this. The teachers of the teaching and research group of basic theories of traditional Chinese medicine even held a special meeting to discuss.

With Zhao Yuan's level, he doesn't have to take the exam at all, but the teachers still hope that he can take the test. After all, the man who was going to be a witch doctor hadn't appeared on the school forum recently—how did they know that it was all because Zhao Yuan had been too busy with things recently, and he didn't have time to go to the forum.

In the eyes of the teachers, if the witch doctor god doesn't do the question, then let Zhao Yuan do the question.

In this case, the question cannot be too simple. But if you have to make a difficult question, you are afraid that other students will not be able to answer it.

In the end, the teachers unanimously decided to simply give Zhao Yuan a separate test paper that was different from others, and on that test paper, there were no other questions, and they listed the problems they had encountered in the basic theory of Chinese medicine over the years to see how Zhao Yuan could answer them.

If the answer is good, not only will they benefit, but they can also compile it into a paper and send it to a medical journal for publication.

With similar thoughts, it is not only the basic theory of Chinese medicine that is a course, but also a group of teachers of ancient medical literature who plan to do the same.

As for the teachers of TCM diagnostics, acupuncture and moxibustion, because they did not hold classes in the first half of their freshman year, they could only watch with envy the peers of the basic theories of TCM and ancient medical texts, and secretly swore in their hearts that when Zhao Yuan took their classes, they would do the same!

On the third day back at school, Zhao Yuan received a call from two Chinese medicine planting experts, and his tone was very excited.