The Reborn Wife is Farming

Seeing that her sister was in a trance, Xiao Bowen couldn't help grasping her hand nervously, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Yangling came back to his senses, let out a gentle smile, patted his head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's go, let's go to the bookstore first, the previous bookstore is closed because of the chaos in the city. I don’t know where the newly opened bookstore went.”

Mu Yangling walked around the county for half a circle, and finally found a bookstore in a corner of the street where the bookstore was opened before.

Mu Yangling looked at the facade slightly blocked by the protruding corner, and then looked up at its plaque. Only then was he sure that this was really the bookstore he had been looking for.

Mu Yangling dragged Bowen in speechlessly, and asked the boss who was sleeping on the recliner, "Why is your bookstore here? We have been searching for a long time but couldn't find it."

The owner of the bookstore raised his eyelids to look at them, then lowered his eyelids and said, "All the colleges and private schools in the county know that my bookstore is here. Just go and see what you want to buy, and just bring it over and pay the bill."

The co-author of this boss only makes the voice of the private school in the academy.

Mu Yangling murmured and pulled Bowen in, picked out a few books from the book list given by Mr. Academy, and then went to choose pens, inks, papers and inkstones, "Bowen, come and have a look, what do you want?"

It was the first time for Bowen to visit a bookstore, and he reached out to touch an inkstone on the table cherishingly, and looked away from it reluctantly, and said obediently: "My sister can choose for me."

Mu Yangling patted his head, then reached out to pick up the inkstone he touched just now, and selected several brushes from the pen container, and then took him to see the ink.

These are all marked with prices, and Mu Yangling can tell if she can afford them just by looking at them, so she doesn't need to ask the boss for the price when she chooses something.

When choosing ink, Mu Yangling hesitated.

She picked up a piece of ink with a relatively low price and asked the boss, "Will it faint?"

The boss opened his eyes and took a look, and said: "Yes," he glanced at Mu Bowen at her feet, and said, "The ink below five hundred wen will smudge, if you want to buy a better one, you can buy eight hundred wen Or a tael of silver."

The ink here is sold in packs of ten yuan, and the unit price for individual sales is more expensive. Since the ink is bought for reading, I usually buy a pack at a time.

Mu Yangling frowned and thought for a while, and finally put down the ink in his hand, picked up the 800 Wen and one tael and smelled them respectively, and finally asked for a tael of silver.

After choosing something, Mu Yangling brought the things over and asked the boss to pay the bill.

The boss knew at a glance that it was bought for children who had just entered school. He glanced at Mu Bowen and asked Mu Yangling, "Where is your adult?"

"They are busy, so I will accompany my brother to buy them," Mu Yangling flipped through the booklet next to him, thinking that he always prepared a notebook to take notes when he was studying. After all, there were too many notes to record in the textbook, so Mu Yang Ling took out another blank booklet and handed it to the boss, "I want this one too."

The corner of the boss's mouth was slightly raised, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded appreciatively, "You will choose, is there anyone in the family who has studied?"

Mu Yangling was taken aback, then nodded and said: "My mother and father can both read and write, and I can read a few words too." But only she and her mother have read books seriously, and her father was taught by her mother.

There are so many people in a family who can read and write, the boss mistakenly thinks that their family is also a farming and studying family.

Scholars are somewhat leftist. Seeing that their family is a farming and studying family, and the conditions don't seem to be very good, they deliberately omitted some prices, and finally dialed the abacus lazily, saying: "A total of 92520 Wen."

Mu Yangling's eyes widened, "Isn't it ten, two, three hundred and twenty?" She searched among her things, and finally pointed to two tubes of brushes and a base of paper and said, "Did you forget to count these two things? "

The boss glared at her, wrapped the things for her, and said, "Then ten or three hundred cash, and the twenty cash is for you."

Mu Yangling was stared at by him, a little confused, but thanked him, and took out the money from his pocket.

When she was about to turn around and leave with her things in hand, the boss asked again, "How can you count so fast?"

"What? Oh, you said to settle the score?" Mu Yangling said as it should: "I did the math in my head."

The boss frowned, but didn't ask carefully. He glanced at their back baskets and said, "Your brother needs to buy a bookcase to go to school, otherwise how can he bring books to the academy?" The boss pointed to a corner and said, "There are books there. Box, go and have a look, I think it’s cheaper for you.”

Mu Yangling looked at those boxes and thought to himself: No matter how cheap they are, they can't afford them anymore. After buying books and then buying medicine, they will be back before liberation. They can only hope that their aunt can sell the hares. I have some spare money, not to mention that the box is so heavy that he can't even carry the blog post.

Mu Yangling declined the boss's kindness, took Bowen and Xiulan's hand and left, and Xiuhong followed closely behind. After walking a long distance, Xiuhong was dissatisfied and said: "Cousin, the boss doesn't care at all. Displeased."

Mu Yangling smiled and said, "This boss is not friendly, but he is very interesting. He is better than the previous bookstore boss."

Mu Yangling took them to the pharmacy, took out Bowen's previous prescription, and looked at the shopkeeper of the pharmacy. The shopkeeper looked at the prescription, and then at Mu Bowen. Seeing that his face was still ruddy, he asked, "When did this prescription come out?" Start eating?"

"I have been taking it for five months. The doctor prescribed it when our family was still in Qili Township. I have been taking medicine before, but the prescription has been changed." Mu Yangling took out another cloth bag from his arms and put it Show him the previous prescription, "This is my brother's prescription before he was two years old. This is from the year before last. I have taken this prescription for two years. When the symptoms start, I take it every other day. Usually I take it every two days. One pair, this one was changed in late autumn last year, and I usually eat a pair every other day."

The shopkeeper looked at it and nodded, and said: "These are warming and tonic medicinal materials, and they are not very toxic, but he is small, and the medicines he has taken for so many years are somewhat harmful. If you want to change the prescription, you might as well ask my boss to take his pulse again. Down below, if the body's stubborn illness has been cured, then don't take medicine, it is much better to take more food and supplements than to take medicine."

Mu Yangling hesitated for a moment before agreeing, took his younger brother's hand and went to see the doctor at his employer.

Renxintang is a hundred-year-old pharmacy in Mingshui County, and has a good reputation. Except for one doctor who is in charge, the owner, the Pang family, diagnoses and treats patients here. Today, the owner of the Pang family, Pang Kongqing, is in the hall.

Mu Yangling led Mu Bowen over, a smile broke out on his face, and he beckoned to him kindly, "Come here and let Uncle take a look."

Pang Kongqing's face is gentle and amiable, making people trust him unconsciously. Even Mu Yangling can't help but have a crush on him, let alone a young blog post?

Pang Kongqing smiled, and Xiao Bowen's previous apprehension went away for a while, he sat on the chair obediently, and stretched out his hand to him.