"There's something weird about that little girl."
The donkey had not yet gone out to play outside the town, and asked doubtfully: "It's strange, how can a country girl have soul power fluctuations that are far beyond ordinary people, and even I was alarmed in the backyard. Viewer, you seem to know her?"
It was drinking in the backyard and didn't pay attention to what was going on in front of it, nor did it notice that the viewer called an unfamiliar name.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded and said with a smile, "You know her too."
"Impossible. This is my first time in this place. Master, don't be so secretive. Who is she?"
"Senior Sister Yue is the one lying on the bed in the small bamboo house in Wangxia Ridge."
"Fang Bailan!"
The donkey's eyes widened and he cried. It had heard the story about Fang Bailan from the viewer. Mo Ye borrowed Fang Bailan's body and ran around barefoot. It was indeed no stranger to Fang Bailan's body.
"Yes, this little girl is her reincarnation. I accidentally awakened her. It will take some time before she can remember who I am."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at Donkey, whose eyes were burning with the fire of gossip, and asked, "Aren't you going to go out for a few days to play, why don't you leave?"
The donkey bared his teeth and smiled grandly: "How could Lu Zijin, who is so righteous, loyal and courageous, and so angry, leave the viewer alone to guard the empty room? Master, you underestimate me, of course you should stay. I will accompany you through thick and thin.”
After a shameless self-advertisement, the donkey turned around and returned to the main room to continue drinking.
The viewer shook his head and smiled, saying so grandly. In fact, Donkey wanted to stay and wait for Fang Bailan to get to know him, but he was going to be disappointed. He and Fang Bailan were not familiar with each other, and the little girl was quite wary of him, even though Even if Fang Bailan remembered who he was, it would be impossible for her to climb onto his high tree.
He remembered that Yue Anyan told him that Fang Bailan was a disciple of Confucianism.
The roads are different and the roads are not compatible, so the two of them are destined to have little intersection.
In the next few days, Zhang Guanzhu took pulses, examined the doctor and prescribed prescriptions for the patients as usual. The days were as warm as water, and it was impossible to bring in patients with broken stomachs and intestinal bleeding to add to the conversation among the neighbors.
It is true to be dull and dull. He likes dull days.
The donkey was drinking and having fun in the backyard, as idle as the concierge.
On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, a man on crutches, supported by a woman, crossed the threshold and walked into Yishan Hall, followed by a little girl with a patchwork and floral wrap on her back, and a pair of trousers hanging pitifully above her calves. The second time I wore a pair of straw sandals on my feet.
Zhang Wenfeng put down the medical book in his hand and simply responded to the man's bow and smile. He looked at the man's splinted left foot and asked, "Has the swelling on your foot gone?"
The countryman was reluctant to part with the copper, so he told them to take three doses of the decoction after finishing it, and then continue to take three more doses to consolidate and speed up the recovery of the injury. It took seven days to come, so they probably encountered trouble and had to come to the shop to see him.
The woman glanced at the sneer man and said quickly: "After taking three doses of the medicine you prescribed, Mr. Zhang, the swelling has almost subsided. My father is stubborn and wants to save a few. It's all because I am soft-hearted and listens to him. The day before yesterday, he was so angry." It's starting to swell, and I'm going to suffer a lot, so I have to ask Dr. Zhang to take a look at it."
Zhang Wenfeng had long been accustomed to Sheng Dou Xiaomin's tricks and nodded: "Sit tight and I'll take your pulse first."
I took a pulse and checked for a while, then looked at the injured leg, and then looked at the man's bruised elbows.
Tibi prescribed three doses of decoction, and the woman obediently took out the copper coins to grab the medicine.
The little girl took out a soft straw basket from the package and put it on the consultation table. The straw basket contained wild dates, oranges, and pomegranates, which were all wild fruits in the mountains. The little girl quickly glanced at the smiling Guanzhu Zhang, and then quickly hid behind the woman. behind.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, thank you for waking me up, and please find a way to accept me as an apprentice in the medical shop. I want to stay with Daoist Zhang to practice. I will be rewarded well in the future."
In just seven days, the little girl had already started practicing, stepped into the threshold of the monks, hid behind the woman and slightly raised her hands to transmit the message.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the little girl who had a restrained expression. He was currently in a closed cultivation state and could not transmit sounds. He couldn't understand why the little girl wanted to hang out with him?
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It shouldn't be too difficult for her to find a way to return to Daying Dynasty, right?
Da'an Dynasty and Daying Dynasty to the east were neighbors in harmony, and the border cities traded with each other. I heard it was very lively.
He thought for a moment and said polite words to the man who was packing his things: "Ling Qianjin is well-behaved, smart, and diligent. My shop is in need of a helper. She usually grinds medicine, boils medicine, wipes and cleans, which is not too heavy. The chores cost one hundred cents a month, I wonder if you two are willing to let your daughter, Ling, work hard in the shop as a helper?"
He stretched out his hand and picked up a pomegranate, which meant that he was being sensible as a thank-you gift from a child.
The man and the woman looked at each other in disbelief. The monthly help fee of 100 yuan made them excited.
But theirs was a girl, not a boy, and she stayed in the town to work in a medical shop. How could they be reassured?
Although she is only twelve years old and looks like a firewood stick, she is her daughter after all. She is very worried that the doctor in front of her has bad intentions. There are many bad people in the world who know people well but don't know their intentions.
"I take care of breakfast and lunch every day. I finish work at the beginning of the afternoon and go home. I take one day off every ten days... Do you live far from the town? It's too far. It's more convenient for me to recruit a boy from nearby."
Zhang Wenfeng continued to add to the conditions he offered, and also raised a question that just occurred to him.
"Not far away, just three miles west of the town, a few steps away, we agreed, agreed, thank you Dr. Zhang."
The woman heard that the doctor seemed to be regretful, so she quickly said that she would finish work at the beginning of the day every day and not rest in the shop, which relieved most of her worries.
At worst, she would come here every day to pick people up and take them home. It was not easy to earn a few coppers in the countryside.
The half-grown girl has a big appetite. No matter how much she does at home, she can't earn even half a ready-made copper.
I will teach you some precautions when I go back later.
Zhang Wenfeng took out fifty copper coins, handed it to the man, asked the little girl's name, and said, "Take it and buy Zhao Zhu'er some coarse clothes and a pair of new cloth shoes that fit her feet. Let's go to work tomorrow."
"Okay, okay."
After seeing off the three members of the Zhao family, Zhang Wenfeng washed his hands and sat down to read.
If he hadn't met Fang Bailan, he would have almost forgotten his identity as a monk. What did that little girl mean? Get on the pole and move closer to him. Originally, it was best not to disturb each other if we met by chance. Even if we have to repay, it will be in the future.
The next day, the little girl came to work accompanied by her woman. She was dressed in dark homespun clothes, and her originally dark face was smeared with uneven pot black. She looked ugly, like a tomboy, and took advantage of the woman. Without paying attention, the little girl grinned at the viewer and laughed silently.
I invited the ugly girl to sit at the table by the wall and have breakfast. She bought porridge, pancakes and two plates of pickles from the town. The portion was quite large.
The woman still knew the etiquette and did not take Mr. Zhang's courtesy seriously, so she resigned and went home.
The little girl unceremoniously swept away all the food on the table, touched her belly, and laughed softly at Zhang Guanzhu who was reading over there: "If you are poor in culture and martial arts, you can't even fill your stomach, how can you live in peace and practice? Especially? It’s the early stages.”
Zhang Wenfeng said without raising his head: "When are you going back to Daying? I can help you with your expenses."
"I won't go back. I practiced Confucianism in my previous life. In this life, I want to practice Taoism. I want to change my life to a new way. The path of cultivation is boring when I see it at the end. What do you think, fellow Daoist Zhang?"
The little girl smiled very easily, just matching that little black face, no matter how funny she looked.
"How about you wash the pot ashes off your face and we can chat again?"
Zhang Wenfeng would not believe the other party's far-fetched reasons, so he changed the topic and joked.
"You can't wash it off. My mother told you not to go to the backyard with you. You can only help in the front shop."
The little girl said seriously, and couldn't help but smile.
Zhang Wenfeng muttered, "I've caused trouble for myself by coming in. Is it too late to return the goods now?"
"No way, where can I find such a cheap helper?"
The little girl smiled and suddenly lowered her voice, "Zhang Daoyou, can I worship you as my master and learn Taoism from you? I'm serious, I'm not kidding."
Zhang Wenfeng stared at the little girl and refused: "If you keep talking nonsense, I won't let you go."
Is it possible for a powerful fifth-level master in his previous life to become his disciple?
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