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Mu Jiao didn't like being spoken to in such a tone, but there was no one else around him, so he had to do it himself.

It was just a rage, he could handle it.

Use a tongs to take out two pieces of firewood from the small stove and throw them aside along with the tongs.

The noise made here attracted the attention of several people, except the old doctor who turned his eyes elsewhere.

But since the old man has no objection, then it should be fine.

He pushed the wheelchair to the door. Although there was a door curtain, there was some fresh air blowing in from outside, as if that place was the only place in the clinic with a thin medicinal smell.

Breathing the slightly cool air, Mu Jiao just felt a little refreshed when he heard the old doctor's powerful voice again!

"Who told you to take out two sticks of firewood? Do you have any common sense? You use such a small fire to boil the medicine at home? It will take forever to boil it. Don't we have business here? Add it back, add the firewood back!"

The little kid next to him pursed his lips tightly and tried hard to control himself from laughing out loud.

Their old doctor really won't take any loss!

If anyone dares to embarrass him, he will make them eat back tenfold!

After provoking the old man, you still want to have a rest? No way!

Do you know who this old man in their family is? He is nicknamed "Don't mess with me"!

Mu Jiao suppressed his anger and used his inner strength to suck the clamp that was thrown on the ground into his palm.

Then he leaned over and silently put the firewood he had just taken out back.

He was sitting in a wheelchair. Although some of his veins were nourished and grew under the nourishment of the spiritual energy of Sanhe Mountain, his lower body was still out of control and he couldn't use any strength at all. It was really inconvenient for him to fiddle with the fire that fell on the ground.

However, just as he was pushing the wheelchair and had not yet returned to the original position, he heard the old doctor's scolding again: "Don't you have a brain? I told you to add more firewood, but you added both pieces of firewood back? Wouldn't the fire be even bigger? How did you grow up like this! You can't even do such a simple thing, and you still boss people around all day long."

Mu Jiao finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared, "How many do you want to put out? Put them out yourself!"

"Young man, you look ordinary, but you have beautiful ideas! Do you need others to clean up your shit? Do you need others to do things for you that you can't do yourself? Have you shrunk everywhere except your mouth? If you take out two sticks of fire, they are too small. If you put them back, the two sticks are too big. The number in the middle is: put one, put one! Is it that difficult? Even 8-year-old children are smart! This child is incorrigible!"

Mujiao:......

How did anyone find out that he was bad at math?

No, he was a major general in the general's mansion, how could he be troubled by a doctor with no reputation!

Outrageous!

Could he kill the old man with a poison dart?

When Mu Wenyin came in, he happened to see his father arguing with an old man.

He thought about it and turned around and went out.

I wanted to see how my sister was doing, but now I’d better not watch it.

An adult like him quarreled with an old man because he thought his father was shameful.

"Yin'er? Yin'er!" Mu Jiao saw him and shouted excitedly, as if he had seen a savior.

Mu Wenyin thought to himself: I don’t know him, I don’t recognize him!

Not only did he pretend not to hear, he even quickened his pace and walked out quickly.

Anyway, his father wouldn't really rush out to catch him, so he took the opportunity to slip away.

After Mu Wenyin ran out, he turned around many times before he found the post station, where there were people who were responsible for delivering letters.

For a small fee, you can hire someone to deliver the letter.

He held a brush in his hand, and after dipping it in ink, he suddenly froze.

Oops, he forgot a very important fact - he couldn't write at all!

What should he do? He looked around anxiously and found that there was already a long line of people waiting to write for him.

Mu Wenyin hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to try it himself... painting.

When he went to the clinic before, he didn't see Shi Hao, so he could infer that Shi Hao should have gone out to purchase items.

Therefore, he had to make sure not to run into Shi Hao in this place.

Mu Wenyin no longer hesitated and drew two adults, two children and a carriage on the paper.

On the other side, a mountain is painted with a woman on top.

A road was also drawn between the two.

That woman is not stupid, she should be able to understand him.

He folded the paper, wrapped it in oil paper, and found the person who took over the business. He gave him a full tael of silver and said, "Send it to Pingdingshan: Si Xiaoxiao."

"Pingdingshan, Si Xiaoxiao." The man repeated.

"Why can't you send it?"

"I can deliver it, but the distance is quite far. It costs 40 wen to send it by ordinary mail, and I have to wait until there are enough letters before I can deliver it. If I were to run errands to deliver it, it would cost at least 175 wen, and 500 wen for expedited delivery, and I have to pay for fodder for the horse."

Mu Wenyin felt a little sad. Nowadays, horses are more valuable than human strength.

He threw over a tael of silver without hesitation: "Hurry up! The sooner the better. The more you can give me, the more I will give you."

Then he left in style.

The man was holding the silver and the letter, which was unbelievable.

Seeing that he was a child, no one who was waiting for work paid any attention to him.

He just saw the child looking around by himself and felt sorry for him, so he came up to ask him what he wanted to do and see if he could help.

He didn't expect that this kid would give him a big business and be so generous!

Running errands over long distances is something you can only do by chance. This industry is not difficult, as long as you have two legs, you can do it.

Now that the autumn harvest is over, the families are free and the men have all come out to look for work, so there are even more people running errands.

If you don’t have connections, you won’t be able to get long-distance orders.

As for expedited orders, they are even fewer.

Those wealthy families have their own carriages, so why would they need them?

Ordinary people naturally wouldn't be willing to pay such a high price to expedite the process.

He bit the silver and found it was real. He looked at the eyes of his colleagues, who were staring at him closely one by one, and he was so scared that he hurried to the counter to register.

Once registered, it becomes his order and is protected by the post station.

The post station has rules. No one is allowed to engage in vicious competition, and violent snatching of orders is not allowed. Those who breach the rules will be banned for three years!

Amidst the envious and burning gazes of the crowd, the middle-aged man finally completed the registration, chose a good horse and set off.

Since the child trusts him, he must deliver the letter safely.

Until his back disappeared, many people were still whispering to each other, envious to death!

Look at what kind of fate he has!