The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

"You try."

Wen Ruolan had cotton wadding on her head, cotton wadding all over her body, a pile of discarded cloth strips on the Kang, gauze in her hand and finished products in her hand.

This finished product.

Reach for it and put it on your body.

Wen Ruolan immediately covered her eyes and cried: "take it off quickly."

"Very good." Dongfang Yi slowly tied his belt. Of course, the belt looked like the hemp rope and said, "it's very warm."

Wen Ruolan wants to pick up her clothes. Unfortunately, Ba Liang comes in with a burden. As soon as she enters the door, she is stunned on the spot.

What did she see? What is the emperor wearing? Do you have cotton bags? One of the sleeves is as wide as a sack, and the other is as narrow as a sack. The front of the sleeve is above the knee, and the back almost drags the floor.

And the neckline style of the old lady's clothes is really... Well, she hasn't read a book and doesn't know how to describe it, let alone the hemp rope on her waist.

"Miss." Ba Liang forgot to salute Dongfang Yi. Looking back at her young lady, my God, what's the matter? Isn't it true that the two of you have just fought for 300 rounds? A cotton wadding, not to mention, Kang is covered with cloth, which makes her feel bad, let alone Miss hand there is a little bit of blood.

Throwing the burden, he ran over and held Wen Ruolan's hand with a cry: "what's the matter? Miss, you will not go back to celebrate the new year

"Go back, the place is small." Dongfang Yi comes without any politeness.

Eight Liang expression wonderful let Wen Ruolan Bata mouth, reluctantly smile: "nothing, your miss is to try to make clothes, the result is like this, go out don't say, let people laugh."

Eight Liang wiped tears, turned to pick up the burden on the ground, and opened the burden to make room on the Kang: "Miss, this is a cotton padded gown for my uncle, and three sets of changed inner garments. My mother said that it's new year's day, and it's time for me to buy a more festive dress. This is my mother's choice. It's a bit gorgeous."

A set of clothes put out, Wen Ruolan was moved to cry, a hug eight Liang: "eight Liang, you are my lucky star, I didn't tell you, then thought of, it's really considerate."

"Miss, don't touch the needle in the future. If you look at this hand, it won't hurt others, but it will hurt you." Eight Liang stick to the ground, others two words bite fiercely, her heart is very angry, Dongfang Yi, this man blind? What does the young lady's hand look like? Does he have the heart?

Wen Ruolan knew that Ba Liang was really distressed. She drew back her hand: "it's OK. It doesn't hurt. I'll just wipe some medicine for a while."

As soon as the words fall, Dongfang Yi comes and sits beside Wen Ruolan, calmly pulls her hand and carefully rubs the ointment.

Ba Liang was so angry just now that he saw Dongfang Yi sitting beside him. He quickly stepped back and stood aside. His heart was broken.

This person is really not what she can fight against. If she is a man, she must be robbed by the young lady!

"Eight Liang, tell Uncle Hao not to send fish. I don't want to eat any more." Wen Ruolan didn't say that Dongfang Yi wouldn't let him. After all, such a trifle is not worth the hatred.

Dongfang Yi slightly tightens her hand as she wipes the medicine. She looks at Wen Ruolan suspiciously, but she seriously suspects that Wen Ruolan is lying. An old man is sending fish, and he can't catch anyone?

"Miss." Eight Liang embarrassed bowed his head: "my father made a cold leg, for a long time did not go fishing."

Dongfang Yi's eyes squint dangerously, while Wen Ruolan is surprised. Isn't it old hao?

It's strange【 That's what Dongfang Yi said in his heart

"Oh, old cold leg is not in the way. I'll give him a prescription. We have some medicine in the pharmacy. Take it back to make old uncle Hao more comfortable." Wen Ruolan changed the subject abruptly.

Eight Liang looked at Dongfang Yi and then at Wen Ruolan: "Miss, I don't trust that you are here and don't go back."

"The place is small, she has me." Dongfang Yi's every word.

Eight Liang almost knelt down directly, holding the corner of his clothes with resentment.

"Don't worry, go back for the new year. When Liu Yuanshan comes back, he will get married." Wen Ruolan looked at eight Liang with a smile: "now we have thick thighs. It's not difficult to do this kind of thing

Eight Liang shakes again.

Wen Ruolan looked at Dongfang Yi, who was dressing his fingers carefully, and asked, "right?"

"Well, yes." After Dong Fang Yi replied, he said in a deep voice again, "don't you go yet? Would you like to stay for dinner? "

Eight Liang didn't know how he got out. It was like a gust of wind coming to his home, and quickly climbed up the Kang, leaning on the corner in a daze.

"What's the matter with you child? Is it the net moth of the day Qiao came in with the dried fish and glanced at eight Liang: "didn't you send clothes to Mrs. Wen?"

"Niang, I suddenly feel that he Li is also very good." After eight Liang said such a sentence, he was startled and shut up in a hurry.

Joe put down the basket with dried fish and sat down beside him, worried and asked, "what's the matter? Is Mrs. Wen going to leave? "

Ba Liang shook his head in a hurry: "no, it's not."

"Just say, with all the children, what does he Li do? It's OK for a woman's family to have a tantrum. Mrs. Wen has been running away from home for a long time, and her husband should be a good one, otherwise, how can she come here? " Qiao said, turning to see a man standing outside the door, a handsome face, strange clothes, holding medicine.

"This..." Joe was confused.

Ba Liang also saw it and went down to the ground in a hurry. As soon as he was about to salute, he was stopped by Dongfang Yi's eyes and stood there stiffly: "mother, this is our uncle."

Qiao's heart is very painful. How did Mrs. Wen find such a person? Isn't this man out of his mind? But after all, it's Mrs. Wen's man, and there's still some respect. So he came and said politely, "Mr. Wen, come in and sit down."

"No, I forgot to bring back the medicine." Dongfang Yi delivers the medicine to Qiao, turns around and leaves.

Qiao took the medicine and watched Dongfang Yi in strange clothes leave. When he turned around, he almost fell over. Fortunately, eight Liang helped him.

"My son, I'm sorry to see you. No wonder Mrs. Wen wants to leave. No matter how beautiful such a person's face is, I'll never agree with you to marry." Qiao's grief is very serious. He is supported by eight Liang and sits on the Kang, sighing.

A good-looking girl is not only beautiful but also capable. However, seeing this uncle, she finally understood why Mrs. Wen ran away from home.

Eight Liang afraid to give Niang sad bad, whispered: "Niang, uncle usually don't like this."

"It's not good to get sick once in a while." Qiao's clenched his teeth: "He Li is right, the child is still not sensible, if you meet a suitable person to get married, there may be blessings."

"Mother." Eight Liang worried that his mother would do something else. He said in a hurry, "miss can't sew. This dress is made by miss. My uncle loves miss very much, so he won't take it off."

Qiao looked back at eight Liang.

Eight Liang immediately nodded: "really, really, Niang, miss can do anything, just can't sew."

"So this young master Wen is not a brain sick man?"

"No, not really." Eight Liang fiercely nodded and grabbed the herbal medicine: "I'll cook medicine for my father."

"Don't worry. Alas, I'm scared to death." Joe murmured to himself.