Li Mei had to leave in tears, and the Huang family returned to its former peace.
Lin Yan and Huang Hongmei cooked the medicinal ingredients until midnight. The next day, Fu Bao followed Old Man Huang's ox cart to the town.
Old Man Huang's face was filled with a smile: "Our Fu Bao is quite powerful."
Fu Bao lay on Old Man Huang's back and said, "Grandpa, I will buy you a car in the future, okay?"
"Hahaha...Fu Bao, you actually know about cars? Only high-ranking officials can drive them. Grandpa doesn't dare to ask for them." But Old Man Huang was still happy.
Fu Bao continued: "Then let's buy a few bottles of wine for grandpa today, okay?"
"Hahaha! I didn't get my son's wine, but I often drink my granddaughter's wine. My Fu Bao is so good!" Old Man Huang likes wine.
Huang Wulang and Huang Erlang smiled helplessly. Who said they were not as capable as Fubao!
They don't have much money, and Fu Bao is now the rich woman in the family. Even Mrs. Huang may not be able to compare with Fu Bao.
But Mrs. Huang said that the family will belong to Fubao from now on. If Fubao is willing to give it to them, they will take it. If Fubao is really unwilling to give it, then they will have nothing.
Bai Ji was woken up early in the morning, and she was still a little angry: "Fu Bao! Can you come to Master a little later next time?"
"The sun has come out. Master, do you think it's appropriate? Go to bed early and get up early for good health." Fu Bao made a face.
Baiji couldn't get angry anymore, she was so cute: "It's so early, have you had breakfast?"
Fu Bao frowned. She really forgot to eat breakfast in her hurry. She took out the milk bottle from the small bag and said: "Master, help me pour some water. I want to drink milk..."
"Pfft..." Bai Ji almost burst out laughing: "You are so old and you still drink milk?"
As you say, how old is she? Why can't I drink milk? Besides, the nutrients in the milk powder are very high, so she naturally has to drink it, otherwise she will grow shorter in the future, how can she do it?
Fu Bao sat on a stool with a milk bottle in his mouth and watched them weigh the medicinal materials. Baiji looked at the prepared medicinal materials and said, "Is there anyone in your family who knows how to prepare medicinal materials?"
Fu Bao nodded and said, "Master, how was the preparation?"
Bai Ji smelled it again and again, took another bite and said, "Yes, it's very good. The price can be relatively high, but there isn't much food this time."
"It's okay, I understand." Fu Bao smiled.
Baiji sighed and said:
"Plague has appeared in several places recently. I am in a hurry to get a lot of medicinal materials. I will save whatever I can.
Food is becoming increasingly scarce. All the food I had was delivered from the capital. The last batch of food has almost been used.
After a while, I will think of a way to transfer some more from there. "
Fu Bao looked at Baiji. Baiji was quite capable. How could ordinary people transfer food from the capital?
Fu Bao nodded obediently. The ginseng in her hand was almost a hundred years old and she didn't plan to sell it.
It has been prepared and will be hidden when the time comes, just in case the family needs to use it.
Besides, she was not in such a hurry to spend money now. In the end, Fu Bao only got 5 bags of coarse grains and one bag of fine grains, but she still had 38 yuan and a basket of eggs, but that was about the same.
She had several prescriptions for treating the plague. She took the pen on the table and wrote down two prescriptions.
The word was crooked and no one paid attention to it at first. Even Bai Ji thought she was drawing it for fun.
"What did Fu Bao draw?" The crooked words were like ghostly drawings. Bai Ji touched her head and said, "Be good, it will be fine in a moment."
After Fu Bao finished painting, he followed Old Man Huang and left. Bai Ji looked at the paper that Fu Bao had painted with ghost symbols and said, "What is this painting? Hey! This little guy is really... Hey! Why do they look like characters so much?" "
He looked again and saw that those crooked words were really words: 10 grams of ephedra, 10 grams of white peony root, 5 grams of dried ginger, 5 grams of asarum, 15 grams of cinnamon twig, 10 grams of schisandra, 10 grams of licorice, 10 grams of pinellia...
This was actually a prescription. Bai Ji was a little dumbfounded. After confirming it again, she realized that these were two prescriptions.
He frowned, thought about it and then patted his thigh and said: "Wonderful, so wonderful, yes, yes, yes, the recipe behind this is so consistent with today's plague... Hahaha..."
The boy in the drug store thought he was crazy. Bai Ji rushed inside and quickly prepared a dozen prescriptions and said, "Send this to the epidemic area to see if it has any effect."
The little guy nodded and ran away.
Bai Ji sighed: "This little girl is really big as a brat. I don't know where she got this recipe."
To be honest, it wasn't that Fu Bao wanted to write so crookedly, it was just that she simply didn't have the strength in her hands.
After arriving home and unloading the food, Fu Bao planned to continue going up the mountain. When she walked to the house at the back, she found that there were many more people here, all beggars who had no food to eat.
Mrs. Huang said she was not happy to take in these people, but she also made cotton-padded jackets for them.
Everyone knows that Mrs. Huang is picky, but her kindness is unmatched by other old ladies.
Almost all the children in the courtyard were wearing new cotton-padded jackets. There were more than a dozen newcomers who did not dare to move and looked at Fu Bao.
Fu Bao said: "Since you are here, you must understand the rules here. No fighting is allowed in this yard, and grabbing food is not allowed. You have to work. Do you understand?"
Fu Bao's little face was straight and he said seriously.
"Yes, we follow the command..."
Fu Bao nodded with satisfaction and said: "If you are obedient, you can also read and write when you are free. Although there is no teacher to teach you, you can let my brother teach you..."
Those children were so happy when they heard that they could read and write.
The kid at the door of Fu Bao's house that day was really angry. He only had three bowls of rice a day, and Fu Bao treated him like this.
As a result, he sent many orphans there, but Fu Bao unexpectedly left them all behind.
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, so he asked his people to go around saying that there was food in Fubao, and he also made new cotton-padded jackets for them, so that they could receive both food and cotton-padded jackets.
As a result, hundreds of people gathered at the door of Fubao's house at noon, all clamoring for food and clothes.
"Why do your Huang family give food and cotton-padded jackets to those beggars? Why don't you give us Baijia Village?"
"Right? And our village is right next door. Why don't you save us? Why?"
"Hand over all the food at home, or we won't leave. Are we still human beings if we refuse to save them from the countryside?"
Those people became more and more enthusiastic as they talked. They really wanted to stay at the door. Old Mrs. Huang was so angry that she opened the door and cursed:
"What? I give food to whomever I like? Do you think these words are human?
Why don't I save you? My family owes you? "
