Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"Cough cough!!!"

Several people passed by Qin Huairu, seeing that she was carrying a breakfast bag in her hand, they couldn't help discussing.

But suddenly heard a cough.

Several people looked back.

I saw that it was Yan Bugui, the third uncle, swaying behind.

"Yo, the third uncle is going to work."

"Master San."

"What did the third uncle do so early? The school is not far away."

Although Yan Bugui doesn't have much prestige in the courtyard.

But several people still greeted warmly.

"There is a very important meeting at school today. Besides, as a teacher, if I don't arrive early, what will happen to the students following suit?"

"You guys too."

"Did you forget that even the deaf old lady was beaten, and she was still talking behind her back?"

Yan Bugui was carrying a cloth bag with one hand behind his back, and taught in a dignified tone.

He also saw Qin Huairu.

I was calculating how much money I spent in my heart, and Yan Bugui felt that it would cost at least twenty cents.

This breakfast is really extravagant.

"What the third uncle said is that we shouldn't talk about people behind their backs."

Several people nodded.

Neither spoke anymore.

Yan Bugui wanted to preach again, but found that several people had already gone far away by quickening their pace.

Can only give up.

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"Grandpa, you should wait in a hurry."

Siheyuan.

backyard.

Qin Huairu walked into the door carrying the things, and saw that the old man's expression was a bit unsightly.

Said timidly.

"Go to Jia's house?" Song Qingshan asked straight to the point.

"Old man, you are so good at predicting things. I was called into the room by Jia Dongxu as soon as I walked to the front yard,"

"Don't mention it, I'm almost pissed off."

Qin Huairu remembered what happened at Jia's house just now, and she is still aggrieved.

There is almost a psychological shadow.

"What's the matter, what's wrong with it?" Song Qingshan asked curiously.

"I said the old man gave me [-] cents to buy breakfast, but the Jia family's mother and son wanted to take the money away when they heard about it."

"And brazenly said that I would save it for a banquet in the future."

"Fortunately, what they said was too shameless."

Qin Huairu gritted her teeth angrily, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing Qin Huairu's appearance, Song Qingshan suddenly burst into laughter.

I really didn't expect that Qin Huairu would be sucked blood one day.

Now it seems.

In the original book, Qin Huairu, a blood-sucking idiot, learned from the mother and son.

"Old man, why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm so pissed off."

Qin Huairu pursed her lips and looked at Song Qingshan with resentful eyes.

"Then did you give them the money?"

Song Qingshan stopped laughing and asked again.

"How could it be possible to give it to them? I made up a nonsense saying that if the old man gave Simao the first time, he will definitely give four yuan next time. Let them think about it."

"Hmph, don't try to take advantage of a penny, who is it?"

Qin Huairu snorted.

There is a sense of youthfulness and playfulness of a young girl.

"Old man, I found that apart from Jia's mother and son, the people living in this courtyard are very strange."

"When I first went out, I ran into a pervert who stared at me maliciously."

"Also, when I came back from buying breakfast, I also met a group of strange people who pointed at me."

"Is everyone in the city like this?"

Qin Huairu has been living in the countryside.

Although the country people are poor.

But most of them are quite simple, why come to the city, especially this courtyard.

Do you feel that there is such a big difference between people?

I heard Qin Huairu say that.

Song Qingshan knew that she had met Xu Damao's grandson.

This made Song Qingshan suddenly feel ominous.

With Xu Damao's temper.

Qin Huairu is such a juicy girl, he will definitely not let it go.

"I'll tell you about the people in the academy when I have time, so that I can have a good idea of ​​what to say when I meet someone in the future."

Song Qingshan felt that this was very necessary.

I am a hundred-year-old man, so I can't do everything myself.

In the future, many things will inevitably be left to Qin Huairu.

She's new here.

Except for Jia's mother and son, they are still very strange to others.

Yes, tell her about it.

"Okay old man, let's have breakfast, it's going to be cold soon."

Qin Huairu nodded slightly.

Then he went to the stove to get a bowl, poured the tofu brain into the bowl and brought it to Song Qingshan.

Then he handed over an egg poached bag.

This series of movements flowed naturally, looking very much like a little daughter-in-law taking care of her own man.

soon.

The old and the young finished breakfast.

It's less than eight o'clock.

The two went out together again.

Song Qingshan was going to work, and Qin Huairu was going shopping in the market.

"Old man, take it easy, don't push yourself when you encounter something, nothing is as important as your body and bones."

Came to a fork in the road.

Qin Huairu reluctantly parted from the old man, and asked Song Qingshan seriously.

What she fears most now is the sudden death of the old man.

"understood."

Song Qingshan nodded.

When we are about to part.

Song Qingshan suddenly remembered a very important thing.

Looking at Qin Huairu, he said, "Remember to buy some good-looking underwear, what does a big girl wear inside?"

"Old man, you are disrespectful again."

"Humph."

Qin Huairu blushed immediately.

The country people are not so particular, and most of the clothes they wear are sewn by themselves.

Qin Huairu is in her early 20s.

Old clothes are worn inside and out.

"Other things are not important, just don't forget about this." Song Qingshan reminded again with an emphatic tone.

"understood."

Qin Huairu's ears turned red from embarrassment.

He responded in a low voice.

Then quickly walk into the fork in the market.

The old man is old.

What a flower in my heart.

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Dear readers, the author has been harvesting wheat at home these two days.

This chapter was written while the ground was waiting for the harvester.

So the update in the past two days has been a bit hip, readers, don't blame it.

33 Song Qingshan precepts and deeds, factory director Yang has a disadvantage in filial piety

Song Qingshan bowed slightly.

It looks a little stooped.

He was wearing a worn black padded jacket, no different from a beggar old man.

But under this seemingly old image.

But he has a body that is seriously inconsistent with his age, and it is cold and windy.

Song Qingshan's complexion was ruddy.

Refreshed.

He can immediately straighten his waist and walk forward with strides like dragons and tigers.

But that would be too shocking.