The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 133 Ji Yan Says She Has a Pig's Head

The person Xiulan married later did well, and she was able to hold on to things herself, and got through that period of time.

As a junior, Ji Yan didn't witness it with his own eyes, but only knew about it. Back then, when he was 13 years old, he was almost starved to death due to the negligence of his mother, and he didn't dare touch the money given by his grandma. Aunt Xiulan discovered the fainting beggar in the town.

Because of her occupation, Xiulan was a more troublesome mother, so she found someone to deal with the matter, and tracked it down to Ji's house to do work.

The two also met several times one after another later, which belonged to the kind of meeting and greeting each other.

But Xiulan has a very good sense of him. Xiulan has dealt with a lot of hard-working people, basically women and children who have no security. Among them, more than [-]% of the victims choose to go back and help the person who hurt them get rid of the crime, and about [-]% of the victims After people choose to entangle for a period of time, they are helpless to help the person who hurt them get rid of the crime, and the rest is divided into those who can't live their lives all the time, and those who can live their lives.

Of course, there are very few people who can survive. Ji Yan started to be self-reliant when he was a teenager. For Xiulan, a rescuer, this is a very gratifying thing, and naturally he has a high degree of affection for him.

Ji Yan was hesitating whether to enter the house and continue to listen to the two women chatting about having a baby. A group of people approached outside, and it was Ji Ting who led the way.

"It's here." Ji Ting graciously pointed the way to a young man of similar age.

Ji Yan didn't lose the broom, coughed twice, and sent Ji Ting away first. "There's so much work at home, why are you messing around?"

"Second brother." Ji Ting said excitedly: "I'm helping the leader, you don't know, this Tan Mianmian is not a serious doctor at all, so she knows how to do..."

"Go home, don't let me say it again." Ji Yan's muscles were hardened, under the sun's rays, the tendons were clearly visible, and the strength turned into a sense of oppression, rushing towards his face.

Ji Ting had never been beaten by her second brother, but she was also terrified, struggling and said she wanted to see it.

"What are you looking at? What era is it and there are people who only listen to one side? Do you think you are a pig head like you?"

One sentence from Ji Yan brought Ji Ting to tears, and being scolded by her brother as a pighead, the girl in her teens couldn't bear it at all, so she ran home covering her face.

Not only did she suffer from Ji Yan's words, but also the others.

When entering the door, the pace slowed down a bit.

Soon, they were thankful that they hadn't impulsively rushed in and directly questioned them, because Director Xiulan, who was most displeased with such things as pretending to be a ghost, pulled Tan Mianmian to praise her vigorously.

A look of appreciation is beyond words.

It took less than a quarter of an hour for everyone to join the chat.

This was discovered by Tan Mianmian as having strained lumbar muscles.

That was seen by Tan Mianmian, and it was a problem with digestion.

There was even a female cadre who had irregular menstruation and felt a serious belly slump all year round. She pinched her pulse and pressed acupuncture points, and her stomach felt much more comfortable.

Now, who else will mention Tan Mianmian pretending to be a ghost, and rushing to make friends with everyone, okay?

Before leaving, they all prescribed medicines, and they didn't even worry about the clinic's medicines, only Tan Mianmian's here.

After they left, Tan Mianmian earned 11 yuan for herself and [-] yuan for the team including outpatient fees.

And she still left with gratitude and goodwill towards her.

Ji Yan helped send a few people away for a while, and turned back when they reached the intersection of the brigade.

Tan Mianmian was writing down the details of the accounts, with a smile on her face, but it didn't look like a happy expression at all.

"What's wrong? The smile is so fake."

(End of this chapter)