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Chapter 100: hard fat girl



   Zhao Changqing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Zhiying say in disgust, "Dad, do people here like to bully people? They are too much."

   Zhao Changqing: "!!"

   This fat girl, who is the connotation!

   Wasn't it deliberately told to him?

   No, she is only four years old, how can she have so much heart? He must have thought too much.

   But this is really harsh.

   "Cough," Zhao Changqing coughed awkwardly, "Children, they are rather naughty."

  Jiang Zhiying glanced at him: "I'm not naughty, because my parents taught me well. Are they so bad because no one taught me?"

   Zhao Changqing: "!!"

  Why is this fat girl so hard to deal with!

  How did Jiang Shixun teach her!

   Zhao Changqing almost died of depression, but then he saw Jiang Zhiying hiding beside Jiang Shixun, looking scared.

  What's going on?

   Wasn't he scared by him?

   He did nothing!

   Looking at Jiang Zhiying's pitiful appearance, Zhao Changqing suddenly felt guilty, how could he care about Jiang Zhiying's anger?

   Jiang Shian looked at Jiang Zhiying eagerly, his big eyes full of curiosity: "Are you Zhuzhu?"

   He just heard her call Daddy!

   Jiang Zhiying gave him a sweet smile: "What's your name?"

  Jiang Shian couldn't help laughing, and was very good: "My name is Jiang Shian, and my parents call me An'an."

   Jiang Zhiying asked: "Then can I call you An An?"

  Jiang Shian didn't react, so he nodded subconsciously: "But..."

  Jiang Shixun couldn't listen anymore, so he interrupted his silly brother quickly: "Zhuzhu, don't bully your little uncle."

   After that, he taught Jiang Shian a lesson: "An An, she is your niece Zhuzhu, she should be called your uncle."

   What does it look like to be called An An?

   is like calling him a younger brother.

   Jiang Shian looked at Jiang Shixun with bright eyes: "Brother."

   He was not dreaming, my brother really came to see him!

   also brought my little niece here.

   He was so happy.

   Jiang Shixun nodded at him, mentioned the bag that Zhao Changqing brought, and asked Jiang Shian: "Well, where are my parents? Let's go back first."

   Jiang Shian said obediently, "They went to pick herbs."

   Kang Sehun understood as soon as he heard it.

  The ancestors of their Jiang family were imperial physicians. Later, they almost got into trouble in the palace, so they changed their careers to start a medicine business and stopped practicing medicine, so as not to bring disaster to the family.

   However, those with talents in the family will still learn medicine.

   It’s just that he has never been able to practice medicine, and medical skills have gradually become obsolete. In his generation, he only knew some fur.

   Of course, he himself is not the material to study medicine.

   However, their Jiang family is quite familiar with medicinal materials, and there used to be a special medicine garden.

  Unfortunately, after the war, almost all of those medicine gardens were destroyed in the war.

  Jiang Shixun knew that Jiang Fuguo and Shen Wanqing had grown some medicinal herbs at Hope Farm.

   There was an old doctor in the farm who was also devolved. His medical skills were quite good, but he left after only a few years.

   He was very optimistic about the medicinal materials that Jiang Fuguo planted. After he left, he also contacted this side to ask them to grow more medicinal materials, and he would send someone to collect them.

The leaders of the    farm attach great importance to this matter, and specially expanded the planting area of ​​medicinal materials, and asked Jiang Fuguo to help check it.

   Since then, Jiang Fuguo and Shen Wanqing have had a much better life.

   It’s just that the two of them have always kept a low profile, for fear of being targeted.

   Jiang Shixun thought about it and said to Zhao Changqing: "Comrade Zhao, please tell my parents and the others, and I will take them to the cowshed first."

  


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