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Picking up the fat boy, I couldn't help but raised my hand and slapped his fleshy buttocks: "How many times have I told you, don't wipe your nose with your sleeve, don't wipe your nose with your sleeve, how old are you? So sloppy. The clothes and shoes are changed in the morning, look, it’s all dirty in the morning, can’t you imitate your little brother?"

  Gao Dapang didn't take it seriously: "Sister Yezi said that the sons and daughters of the world don't care about trivial matters."

Zheng Jinhua almost couldn't hold back his grandson's dog's head: "Then, does your sister Ye Zi have a snot all the time? Do you wipe your nose with your sleeve? Did you go out and play around wildly, and when you came back, you buried your whole body and asked grandma to help you wash it?" Clothes? You haven't learned the advantages of your sister Ye Zi, and you still mess around with me, distorting the words, are you itchy?"

   When Gao Dapang saw his grandma raised his hand, he broke free and ran away with a loud voice. His grandma was no longer the grandma she used to be.

   The chubby little short legs turned around: "I'm going to the hospital to see my aunt Yu, and I won't be back at noon."

  Zheng Jinhua chased to the door and shouted: "Brat, don't bother your Aunt Yu, Ye Zi and Xiao Li didn't come, your Uncle Sang is here, take care of your skin."

   It's a pity that Gao Dapang didn't hear it, otherwise he would have turned around and turned back. He was still very afraid of Sang Dazhuang.

Wang Xinfeng watched the grandparents and grandchildren making a fuss, and couldn't help being happy: "Big Fatty is really good-natured, unlike my little boy, who is too quiet, not as quiet as a nine-year-old boy, but rather like a ninety-year-old boy." old man."

   "I just like Xiao Li, gentle, smart and obedient, how about we change?"

   "Okay, if you want to be willing to give up your big fat, I will change it with you."

   "What's there to be reluctant about that stupid boy, Big Fat?

  The two old ladies refused to accept each other and insisted on changing their grandson.

  In the hospital, as soon as Gao Dapang opened the door, he met Sang Dazhuang with big copper bell eyes.

  Yuzhi didn’t sleep for a long time, and had already woken up. Seeing Gao Dapang, she greeted with a smile: “Why is Comrade Fatty here?”

Tall and chubby, trying to avoid Sang Dazhuang, he scrambled to the bedside: "I came to see Aunt Yu, Grandma Wang was playing with my grandma at my house, so she didn't have time to talk to me. Aunt Yu, Miss Ye Zi and Xiao Man Didn't brother come?"

   "No, it's inconvenient in the hospital, and I have nothing to do here, so I didn't come. Is there something wrong with Fatty?"

"It's okay," Gao Dapang took a peek at Sang Dazhuang, who was looking unhappy, and said goodbye with discernment: "Sister Ye Zi and Brother Xiao Mo are not here, so I will leave first, Aunt Yu, rest well, and I will come to see you later. "

   Without waiting for Yuzhi to reply, the little fat man nimbly got out and ran away.

  Cooper Brigade, outside the dilapidated cowshed, the slovenly little old man sat on a lame rocking chair, gnawing on roast chicken leisurely. It was a cold day, and the cold wind was blowing, and he was not afraid of freezing.

  Mulberry sat on a stone pier beside her, concentrating on a dilapidated ancient book.

   It's just that the more he looks at the brows, the tighter his brows are. This is a poisonous book, the last one in his hand, and there is no word on health preservation and treatment, no, nothing at all.

  Cracks appeared in the eternal indifference, and he threw the book away irritably, looking at the little old man with black and white eyes: "I want to study medicine."

  The little old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "The old man begged you to study medicine before, but you didn't learn it, and you have to study poison. Why, did you regret it?"

  Mulberry's eyes moved, and she asked coldly, "Do you want to teach?"

  The little old man snorted: "Just like your old man, you are not likable, and your family is not likable."

  Mulberry turned her head and left without saying a word.

  The little old man was so angry that his beard turned up, and he said quietly behind Mulberry: "I can tell you, if there is anyone in this world who can save your mother, except me, the old man, I can't find another one."

  Mulberry stopped and looked back at the little old man with deep eyes.

  The little old man snorted twice: "Don't believe me, the little old man is very familiar with your mother's body. If it weren't for the old man last time, she would have died long ago. You two unlucky children will become motherless babies."

  Mulberry pursed her thin lips, her voice was soft and cold: "You all know, but no one told us."

   Everyone knew that person wouldn't live long, but no one told them because they were children? Or because telling them won't help either? Or, are their brothers and sisters unimportant?

  The little old man looked at Mulberry, a nine-year-old child whose mind was as mature as ninety years old.

  He likes the stability and intelligence of the little guy, but he doesn't like his depth.

   "Don't complain, what is there to complain about, isn't this normal?"

  Yeah, he understands everything, and he has nothing to complain about. Maybe he regrets it. If he had known earlier, he would not have done those things that made her angry. Her body might be better than it is now.

   It's just that the word regret is the most incompetent.

   "She... will be okay?"

  The little old man hooked his lips: "Who knows, I'm not sure, it depends on you."

  Mulberry clenched her fist, and her voice became warmer: "Teach me."

  The little old man didn't agree right away, even though he was very happy.

   put away the usual foolishness, and said seriously: "Although medicine and poison are not separated, learning medicine and studying poison are two different mentalities. If you are a doctor, can you possibly fulfill your duty as a doctor?"

  Mulberry's eyes were full of confusion: "What?"

   “Life is equal.”

  Mulberry lowered her eyes, life is never equal, there is no equality in the world.

"I try my best."

  The little old man was not disappointed with such an answer. Mulberry is a very angry child. Since he was three years old, he began to teach him how to learn poison.

  He could feel the emotions that were inadvertently revealed when the mulberry was poisoned, with madness and coldness, which was not the emotion a child should have.

  So, Mulberry didn't want to study medicine, he didn't force it because he was really not suitable.

  Now Mulberry is willing to learn, and he is also willing to teach, because Mulberry is really talented.

  What a contradictory existence, but it makes people reluctant.

  The little old man knew that Mulberry was a child who would do what he said. Since he said he would try his best, he would not use medical skills to do things against the doctor.

  With such a promise, the little old man is complete.

   "Okay, go to the room under the bed and take out the book at the foot of the bed, take it back and read it, and come to me after reading it."

Mulberry is not surprised at the little old man's attitude towards books. The poisonous scriptures he has read are all found in every corner of the little old man's house. They have gone through various disasters, and they can be preserved until now because of their fate .

  The two yellowed books looked a bit worn out, but fortunately, the content was not missing or blurred.

  Books have no titles, they are all manuscripts.

  Go home after getting the book mulberry. The first thing to do is to copy the book again. Although these books are tattered, they are all treasures. He is different from the little old man. He loves books.

  The little old man sat on the rocking chair and continued to sway, with a pile of chicken bones under his feet. He smashed his mouth to taste the aroma of chicken, and sighed regretfully that there was no wine.

  Lao Sang’s family is really hateful, they just don’t buy wine for him, life is no fun without wine.

  At the foot of the mountain at the end of the village, where few people visit, mulberry leaves are leaning against crooked-neck trees with weeds in their mouths.

  Huzi sniffed his nose and ran over: "Sister Ye Zi, we just put the excrement we dug on Mrs. Wu's kang. This is fresh excrement just pulled by Li Shuanzhu."

  Li Shuanzhu is the eldest grandson of Mrs. Wu, a lazy brat who eats a lot and poops a lot, several times a day.

  Huzi took a good look at it, and delivered it fresh and fresh to Mrs. Wu's kang. Thinking about it, he was overjoyed, and his nose bubbled very happily.

  Sang Ye's face was gloomy, and she wasn't happy at all.

  The small fights just made Mrs. Wu feel sick, but the one at home is almost dead.

  It's all because I'm stupid, Sang Ye blamed herself to death, raised her hand and slapped herself, her eyes were red, and she looked a bit hideous.

  Huzi was taken aback by the turnip heads, his smile disappeared, and he looked at Mulberry Ye worriedly.

  They knew that because Mrs. Wu picked it up, Sang Ye vomited blood on her mother, and she is still lying in the hospital.

  Everyone said that Mulberry Ye was a white-eyed wolf, an unfilial son, and a scourge.

   "Sister Ye Zi, don't worry, my aunt will be fine. When we find Li Shuanzhu to be alone tomorrow, we will catch him and beat him up."

   "That's right, Miss Ye Zi, Li Shuanzhu goes to other people's vegetable fields every day at noon to steal vegetables. Let's go at noon to ensure that no one will find out."

Sang Ye's reddened eyes were full of coldness: "Not enough, how can this be enough, you continue to watch Mrs. Wu's house for me, everyone in Mrs. Wu's family will not let go, and write down everything they have done. "

   "Well, sister Ye Zi, don't worry, we will definitely keep an eye on Li Shuanzhu's house." Little Luobotou was very loyal, and patted his chest to promise.

  Sang Ye was upset, and always wanted to do something to vent: "I'll go for a run on the mountain, you guys go home quickly, don't follow me."

  Luotou knows that mulberry leaves are very powerful, and he often goes into the mountains to hunt some pheasants and hares for them to eat, so he is not worried about her accident, but carefully tells: "Sister Yezi, it's getting late, don't stay in the mountains for too long."

"Know."

  The next day, Sang Dazhuang borrowed a car from somewhere. Not everyone can own a car these days.

  Yuzhi didn't ask him who he borrowed from or how he borrowed it, but he had a new understanding of a man's ability.

  Wang Xinfeng was very calm, as if Sang Dazhuang did whatever he wanted to do, it should be taken for granted.

   Cars are indeed more comfortable than passenger cars, faster and not cold.

   It's just that Yuzhi didn't want to be too ostentatious, so she got off the car as soon as she reached the village entrance.

  Sang Dazhuang sent the driver away and went home with the elm branch on his back.

  It was getting colder, and it was still snowing heavily. There was no one on the village road, and no one knew that Yuzhi had arrived home.

  At home, the two children had already burned the kang. Yesterday Wang Xinfeng called back and told the two children.

  The elm branch was bouncing all the way, it would make him drowsy, lying on Sang Dazhuang's back, he fell asleep within a minute.

  The family members placed her lightly on the kang and guarded her silently.

  Sang Dazhuang tucked in the quilt for Yuzhi, looked away lovingly, and saw the mulberry and mulberry leaves standing at the door, his expression turned cold: "Go out."

  Wang Xinfeng frowned, feeling very tired, it was all wronged by the whole family.

   "Xiao Mo, Ye Zi, you go out to play, your mother will be fine, and come to see her when she wakes up."

  The two brothers and sisters responded in a low voice, not daring to look at Sang Dazhuang, and walked out with their heads down.

Wang Xinfeng slapped Sang Dazhuang, and said in a low voice: "Why are you angry at the children, if you have the ability to find the culprit, my old lady warns you, put away your strange temper in front of Zhizhi, if you make Zhizhi worry, The old lady chopped you up."

  Sang Dazhuang has been guarding the elm branches all these days, and has no time to take revenge, but that doesn't mean he won't take revenge, he wrote it down.

   "I won't let Zhizhi worry, Mom, you watch Zhizhi, I'll go and bring the old man over."

   "Well, let's go."

  Sang Dazhuang left, Wang Xinfeng looked at Yuzhi's almost transparent little face, the pretended strength was gone at once, and she secretly cried.

  Mulberry and Sangye brothers and sisters watched outside the door, blaming and resenting themselves.

  Sang Dazhuang strode towards the cowshed, the little old man was still sitting on his lame rocking chair, looking very leisurely.

  Sang Dazhuang didn't say a word, and left with the person in his arms. The little old man was used to it, so he was carried in the air like this, with his arms and legs stretched out in disarray.

  When I arrived at Lao Sang's house, I went to see Yuzhi consciously without saying anything.

  After just one glance, I couldn't help but clicked my tongue, and the heart of the four members of Lao Sang's family almost went into cardiac arrest.

  Wang Xinfeng glared at him angrily: "Look carefully, don't make his mother make such weird voices."

  The little old man snorted: "If there is anything to see, just prepare for the funeral slowly."

  Suddenly, the four cold lights poked the little old man's hairs on end, grinning his teeth and jumping his feet: "What are you doing, what are you doing, it's just a joke, you're stingy, you don't have any capacity."

   "My old lady warns you, don't be silly anymore, my old lady will dismantle your old bones."

  The little old man murmured, cursing and daring not to refute.

   But what he said was true. The foundation of Yuzhi's body was destroyed, and all internal organs were damaged. If he offered it like a Bodhisattva, he might be able to breathe for two more years, but even the gods of Daluo could not be saved.

Pity…

   "Come here, little bastard, I will teach you a set of needles, and I will **** her every three days from now on."

  Mulberry glanced at Sang Dazhuang, who just frowned and walked over without saying a word.

  The little old man looked at Mulberry in disgust, this kid was also afraid, it was amazing.

   "Here, get a needle in your Neiguan acupoint to see if you are qualified to learn." The little old man handed Mulberry a golden needle.

  Holding the mulberry in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, he stabbed at his Neiguan acupoint, the needle was fast and steady, and the little old man was quite satisfied.

   "The strength is a little weaker. I will play with sticks and practice more when I have nothing to do. Look good, now I will teach you the Big Dipper Needle Technique. This is a set of acupuncture techniques evolved from the Big Dipper Array."

   "Using seven needles, arrange a Big Dipper hexagram array, gather the Qi of the Big Dipper and Tiangang to the human body, and light up the seven lamps of the human body, which can eliminate disasters and improve luck, prolong life and cure diseases, and strengthen the body."

  "When using it, the patient's whole body's qi and blood will circulate, clear the meridians, balance yin and yang, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and eliminate residual garbage in the body. The acupuncture method is a bit overbearing, so be careful when using it."

  Mulberry looked focused, carefully remembering every stitch the little old man dropped and every word he said.

  The seven needles don't take long, stop the needle for 15 minutes, and take out the needle if there is no problem.

  After the acupuncture was over, Yu Zhi's pale face had a tinge of blood, and everyone couldn't help but be happy.

The little old man snorted: "There's nothing to be happy about, it's just the illusion of mobilizing qi and blood with needles, it will dissipate after a while, let's take care of it, she can't use strong medicine now, I'll write some medicinal recipes for you, Cook her food every now and then, let's see her luck."

  The hearts of the four in Lao Sang's family sank again, and they didn't speak.

  The little old man had a meal at Lao Sang's house, but was taken back by Sang Dazhuang.