Your purchase ratio is insufficient. This is an anti-theft badge. You can see Song Dawei in 48 hours. He is convinced. He nods his head again and again, completely forgetting what purpose he is here today. For him, lust is incomparable. Life is important.

"Okay, you go back quickly. This month, you'd better not touch big fish, no alcohol, let alone sex with women, otherwise the disease will only get worse." Eleven made another knife.

Song Dawei had a meal and felt bitter. He only felt that these requirements were utterly fatal. Even if he couldn't eat meat and drink alcohol, he couldn't touch a woman? Since he was fourteen years old, where did he give up on female sex? How can this be tolerated?

Seeing Song Dawei's expression, Eleven said slowly: "You have to remember that once the case is broken, the condition will be more serious, and then I will not be able to save you."

Song Dawei was frightened, and immediately gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay, I know, I will abide by it."

Eleven stretched out his hand, "Okay, then recovery will be no problem, now give me the consultation fee."

Song Dawei took out his money bag and asked, "Charge more?"

"A couple of silver."

"What?! A couple of silver?" Song Dawei shook his hand, and was startled by the big mouth of the eleven lion. A couple of silver was enough for him to drink two drinks.

Eleven's face sank, "What do you mean? Don't come to me if you look down on it."

Song Dawei is a face-loving person. He was told that he could not afford to be ill, especially when he could not lose face in front of the little lady who was thinking in his heart. Two silvers were given to eleven.

After giving the silver, Song Dawei's whole body became softer, and he didn't want to flirt with Eleven Flirt anymore. He turned around and went home. He has no energy now.

Song Dawei hadn't been long before Yang Shifeng came back, putting down the sickle in his hand, and asked: "I just saw Song Dawei. Did he go out from home?"

Eleven didn't lie to him, "He came to see me for a doctor and just left."

When Yang Shifeng heard this, he threw the hat on his head and walked quickly to Eleven and looked at her anxiously, "He didn't do anything, right? Don't pay attention to that person, that person is a second-rate, so he doesn't do good things."

Eleven saw him anxiously and waved his hand, "What can he do? I'm seeing a doctor for him. Here, I still made a couple of silver." The eleven showed him the one or two silver in his hand.

Are you really sick? "He's really sick? What kind of disease cost a penny or two?"

"There is nothing sick, but he said that he is sick, I can't say that he is not sick, so I just obeyed him." Eleven felt that Song Dawei was not only nauseous, but also stupidly stupid, obviously spoofing his words. He also believed it completely, and really didn't know how to say it.

So, Eleven told Yang Shifeng how she lied to Song Dawei. Yang Shifeng was dumbfounded, and he didn't know how to evaluate Song Dawei.

However, Yang Shifeng is still a little bit confused, "But he is obviously not sick, if you go to town to see the doctor, wouldn't you show your stuff?"

Eleven rubbed his silver needle carefully, "Originally there was no needle, but I got the needle after I got it. He is now weak and his heart still hurts. What is this disease?"

Yang Shifeng is a little bit afraid of playing with fire on October, "Then he is not dangerous, right? Can't really do anything to people."

Eleven waved his hand to relieve him, "It's nothing, it won't hurt the body, it's just a bit of sin. As long as he runs two hours a day as I said, while running and shouting, the symptoms will automatically disappear after one month. of."

Yang Shifeng was relieved to be amused by Eleven’s tricks at the same time, but he didn’t think there was anything wrong. It was Song Dawei who deserved it. He was not pure in his mind and pretended to be sick to deceive Eleven. Ghosts knew what he was thinking. It's a pity that he is not at home, otherwise he will be beaten so that the village chief can't recognize him, and see if he will make a decision next time!

Since then, every morning when people are still asleep, they will hear someone yelling, and when the villagers are woken up and cursing out to teach others, they will see Song Dawei as a lunatic. Running around the whole village, sweating constantly, running and screaming, he ignored whoever asked him, just kept running and shouting.

Everyone felt that Song Dawei had hit the evil, and they ran to persuade the village chief to find a god-wife to drive away the evil. The poor village chief and his wife did not dare to tell others that if their son’s heart was about to stop, they were afraid that Song Dawei’s health would be bad. , No girl would marry him in the future, that would be bad, so had to explain to everyone that he was exercising.

Yang Shifeng couldn’t help laughing for a long time when he knew about it. He felt that 11th was really good for people. He would definitely think it’s bad to tease others before putting it off. One is so cute.

Yang Shifeng felt that he had also become a bit bad.

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After a few more days, the villagers gradually finished harvesting the rice, and the villagers also began to enter the temporary slack time for agriculture.

At this time, Song Juanhua, who hadn't been here for a long time to find her presence, appeared again, but she was still carrying four people behind her, an elderly couple plus a younger couple, and the man among the young couples walked. Limping.

Song Juanhua hadn't introduced her yet, she knew who she was following on the eleventh.

Song Juanhua was very polite this time and introduced to Eleven earnestly: "Girl Eleven, these two are my parents, these two are my younger brother and younger sister-in-law, we are here to ask you to give it to my younger brother. I'll cure you of the leg. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Song Juanhua’s parents followed up to say hello to Eleven, and then said: "Eleven doctors, my family silk flower went back and said that your medical skills are good. My father-in-law’s legs have been paralyzed for more than ten years and have been cured by you now. It can be bent. When we heard that we were so happy, we wanted to come and see my father-in-law today. By the way, what about the father-in-law? It's rude to see that we have not said hello to the father-in-law even now."

Yang Shifeng, who heard this on the side, pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable, because the second aunt’s family dislikes the second uncle’s poverty and can’t help them, so he doesn’t interact with them, only during the holidays. Only then did the second uncle carry things to take a look, let alone see his grandfather. His grandfather has been in bed for more than ten years. He has never seen the second aunt’s parents at all, but today he said why he should see his grandfather. I simply don't believe in the medical skills of the eleven, and want to verify it with my own eyes, so that I can judge the eleven to treat the leg.

They don't believe in eleven at all. This fact makes Yang Shifeng very uncomfortable.

Yang Shifeng didn't want them to see his grandfather, and was about to refuse on the grounds that his grandfather was sleeping. Song Juanhua took her father, mother and daughter-in-law to the East Chamber a step ahead of him, saying, "My father-in-law is in the East Chamber. Well, your parents come with me, father-in-law must be very happy to see you."

Watching them enter the grandfather's room, Yang Shifeng's face sank, and he looked at his second uncle dissatisfiedly. Second uncle Yang was also very embarrassed by his own mother-in-law's unsolicited admission. Seeing that his nephew was not too happy, he patted apologetics. On his shoulder, "Shi Feng, your second aunt is just this person, you forgive me, I will talk about her when I go back."

Yang Shifeng didn't take the second uncle's words seriously, and didn't give the face to tell the truth, "Second uncle, second aunt's parents are not here to see grandpa, are they trying to see if the 11th medical skills are so good?"

Second Uncle Yang coughed, his expression a little unnatural.

While the two were talking, the Song family walked out of the east wing, but this time they came out, the Song family's attitude changed. They were visibly warmed to the eleventh month, and their eyes were full of hope.

Mother Song stepped forward with excitement and squeezed Eleven's hand firmly, "Doctor Eleven, your medical skills are truly amazing. My father-in-law’s legs are really good. We can see them with our own eyes. They can be bent, too. Okay, Doctor Eleven, we came here today to ask you to show my son's legs. His legs have been lame for many years. You can show him."

Eleven was holding both hands, frowning, and shaking her hands, Mother Song's tightly held hands were easily thrown away, "Stay away from me."

Mother Song's face became stiff, her embarrassment was full, but she laughed again soon, stepped back, and said, "I blame me, I'm so excited, Doctor Eleven, don't be surprised."

"You old lady is just ignorant, so go." Father Song frowned and scolded Mother Song, and apologized to Eleven: "Don't be surprised, the old lady doesn't understand anything. We are here to invite ten today. The doctor got my son's leg healed, and the eleventh doctor is asked for help."

Eleven's face was faint, and he raised his eyes to look at the Song family, "It's okay to treat the legs, but do you know my conditions?"

A painful expression flashed across the Song family’s face when they heard this, and Song’s father tentatively asked, “Eleventh doctor, can I have less money for treating legs? It’s not easy for our farmers to earn some money. too difficult."

Eleven pointed to the gate, "As I said, you can't lose a single point. If you don't have money, you can avoid talking about treating your legs. You can go now."

Song Juanhua’s younger brother Song Baozhu was anxious when he heard the words. For fear that Shizhen would not treat him, he hurriedly pulled his father’s sleeves and shouted, “Father, is money important or my legs important? The silver is only fifty taels of silver!"

Seeing that her son was anxious, Mother Song also pulled at Father Song's clothes, urging him not to think about it anymore, and it would be worth two if it could be cured.

Seeing that there is really no way, Father Song gritted his teeth, endured the pain and nodded: "Eleven doctors, five or two is five, we will give it."

But Song Cuilan never gave up in her heart, but she didn't want to go to Yang Shifeng's house to live a hard life. She wanted to chill Yang Shifeng first. After another year or two, no one would want to marry him, and then her family would go to raise the matter of her family. He definitely agreed. Even if he didn't agree to Grandpa Yang, he was too anxious to let him agree, so she never went to Yang Shifeng again. don’t know, but within a few days of work, there was a girl next to him, and watched. In that way, he was very fond of the girl.

How can this not make Song Cuilan sad and anxious.

The village chief’s wife is the one who knows her daughter best, and said: “Okay, even if you want to marry, but if you think about the hard life in Yang Shifeng’s family, do you think you can survive?”

Song Cuilan cried and couldn't help but think of the poor appearance of Yang Shifeng's family, and grandpa Yang who was paralyzed in bed, and found that she could not make it through, and she couldn't help but feel sad.

Why didn't Shi Feng agree to her family's terms? Isn't her home better than his home?

And Yang Shifeng, who didn’t know anything about it, had already brought Eleven to the field. He spread a torn clothes under a tree and let Eleven sit and watch under the shade. He waited for the eleventh to be arranged. He went down to the field with a sickle and began to harvest rice.

With eleven hands holding his cheeks, he watched Yang Shifeng bend down and wave with a sickle and a scythe, cut a handful of rice ears aside, and tie up a large bundle with straw, and then cut again.

Yang Shifeng moved quickly and neatly. He cut a large piece in a short while, but his clothes were all wet with sweat due to his work. Drops of sweat dripped from his face, but he just wiped it with a towel casually. Just keep cutting without stopping.

It was the first time saw the ancient working people cutting rice. couldn't help feeling that this was really an individual effort. was so tired when looked at it. When did have to cut such a large piece of rice? And she is very hot while sitting here, what kind of heat the rice cutter is like.

The book says that this is an era of backward technology, and it is true at all.

Eleven picked a very large leaf from a big tree and fanned myself in the wind. While fanning, I was in a daze. I didn’t feel bored. I used to be busy running around constantly, thinking about how to kill zombies every day. Crystal nucleus, otherwise it is to study the zombie virus to make a breakthrough. The rest of the time is to avoid the government's pursuit and killing. The whole person is always tense, and he has never been sitting quietly in a daze. What a fortunate thing to sit quietly and not want to do anything.

She likes this kind of life.

Yang Shifeng’s field is next to the field of a family named Zhang in the village. In terms of seniority, Yang Shifeng has to call the head of the family to call Zhang Wubo. The family of Zhang Wubo is also mowing the wheat in full swing, but they have many families, and the family has a total of seven people. Working in the fields, compared to Yang Shifeng sweating alone, it seems that he is particularly desolate.

Zhang Wubo straightened up and rested. Seeing Yang Shifeng's sharp movements, his eyes were appreciative and he said, "Shifeng, you are almost catching up with the two of your five uncles."

Yang Shifeng swiftly reaped and answered with a naive smile: "Uncle Wu, I am young."

Zhang Wubo smiled heartily, "Yes, we old guys can't compare to young people. But Shi Feng, don't do it hard, take more rest and rest. It's not worth it to be exhausted."

Yang Shifeng nodded, "The fifth uncle I know."

Zhang Wubo likes Yang Shifeng’s younger generation very much. Whether he is capable of taking care of his paralyzed grandfather, he has never bowed his head to anyone. He believes that the difficulties of such a good young man are only temporary. One day Shishan Summit will be better than anyone else. all good. If he had such a son, he could wake up with a smile in his dreams, but unfortunately, his three sons are not good, one is more lazy and slippery than the other, and he asks them to do something to push around, and the married daughter-in-law is also a good one. I'm so tempestuous, I'm angry when I think about it.

Zhang Wubo shook his head and walked up to the ridge. He picked up the water jar placed beside the ridge, poured a bowl of water into the porcelain bowl he brought, raised his head and drank a bowl, which made him feel much better.

When put down the jar, saw Eleven sitting under the tree. was surprised for a moment. Thinking of the rumors in the village, glanced at Yang Shifeng, who was working hard, with a smile in his eyes.

Good boy, good luck, the little daughter-in-law is so beautiful, he said, this boy is very lucky!

She also saw Uncle Zhang Wu on the eleven, but what she noticed was his action of drinking water. She couldn't help but look at the jar Yang Shifeng had brought, remembering that Yang Shifeng hadn't drank a sip of water until now. Doesn't this person know that he is thirsty after sweating so much? I'm afraid it's not busy forgotten, right? If you don’t drink water, you may faint and you will be in trouble.

Eleven picked up the water jar and walked into the field, walked to Yang Shifeng and handed the jar out, "Yang Shifeng, drink water quickly."

Yang Shifeng hurriedly put down his sickle to catch the water, and hurriedly covered Eleven with one hand to cover the sun, "October, hurry up and go under the tree and get some sun here."

At eleven o'clock the jar in his hand, "You drink quickly, I will take it back after drinking."

Yang Shifeng suddenly felt sweet in his heart, "Hey", he raised his head and drank half of the jar while grunting, and sighed contentedly after drinking. Only then did he feel like he was dying of thirsty just now, and I really didn't feel busy when he was busy. To thirsty.