The Peasant Female Doctor

Years later, the second floor of the pharmacy was officially put into use. The pharmacy was officially divided into two parts. The first floor is still a serious pharmacy that sells medicine to patients, while the second floor is isolated from the first floor and only entertains people who buy skin care ointments. woman.

On the first day of opening, Fan Yu brought a lot of people over to cheer for Eleven. This led to a very good business on the first day. The female guys invited were too busy for a while, and the skin care cream was even sold out for one hundred. With multiple sets, Eleven seemed to see a lot of banknotes smashing at him.

During the meal, the first one stood up and toasted Fan Yu a glass of wine, "Sister Yu, thank you for today, otherwise I won’t be able to make a good start."

"What are you polite! Then do I have to thank you for the new skin care products you sent me?" Fan Yu gave her a white look.

Eleven smiled, "Okay, let's not be polite, let's do it!"

"Okay, let's go!" The two men drank their glasses of wine boldly like chic knights. They had a sense of unruly eating meat and drinking, and the children looked straight.

The fat dumpling looked at his mother and then at Aunt Yu, and then moved his gaze to the wine glass in front of him, which contained the milk poured on the eleventh, so he picked up the wine glass like eleven, and was proud to Fan Yu’s eldest son Fu Heng. He said: "Come on, big brother, I will toast you a glass."

Fu Heng was stunned. He looked at the little dumplings of Aunt Eleven’s as if toasting himself in a decent manner. He was a little bit dumbfounded, but he was eight years old this year, and he was a sensible little adult. He took care of his brothers and sisters as well, so in the end he picked up his own wine glass and touched him, "Okay, eldest brother also toasts a cup of dumplings."

One big and one small touched a cup, the fat dumpling raised his head like his old mother, and did it boldly. After that, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Good wine!"

Yang Shifeng watching from the sidelines: "..." Who taught this?

Fan Yu’s second child, Fu Zhuo, is only five years old this year. He has a tiger-headed brain. The baby's fat has not faded. He is also lively and playful. He is very friendly with Tuanzi. Seeing Tuanzi toast with his eldest brother, he is anxious and immediately picks himself up. The glass of milk that I had to offer to the dumplings, "Dumplings, and me and me! Let's have a toast too."

The dumpling waved his hand calmly, "Don't worry, wait for me to pour the wine again." After that, the fat dumpling looked at his father and waved his small hand, "Daddy, pour another glass for the child!"

Yang Shifeng wiped his face dumbfounded, and took the pot of warm milk to his son and poured a glass of the fat dumpling again.

Fat Tuanzi was very satisfied, and slammed the cup with Fu Zhuo, and said, "Brother, let's do it!"

Fu Zhuo also followed him and shouted, "Come on, do it!"

The movement here finally attracted the attention of the two old women who were chatting freely. When they saw it, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they secretly recalled who the two children learned from.

And here, Fat Tuanzi had just done a glass of milk with Fu Zhuo boldly, his sleeve was pulled, and when he turned his head, what he saw was a pair of grape-like eyes moist and moist. He liked these eyes. Yes, every time I saw them, I wanted to kiss the two little grapes, and he did the same now. He went up and kissed the two little grapes. Xiao Ruoyu smiled sweetly, "Brother ......"

Xiaoruo awkwardly picked up her glass of milk, and almost spilled when it was served, but she still said to the fat dumpling very seriously: "Brother, cheers."

Fat Tuanzi hurriedly touched her small cup with his own cup, but the force was very gentle, "Ruoyu, cheers."

Xiao Ruoyu smiled sweetly, and slowly drank the milk in the cup, leaving a circle of milk stains on his lips, but his expression was extremely satisfied.

Fu Heng, who was watching Fu Zhuo, said: "..." Why doesn't my younger sister toast to them, and why does my younger sister like to laugh at dumplings so much? I didn't laugh so much at them. Whose sister is this?

Therefore, Fu Heng and Fu Zhuo inexplicably felt that Tuanzi's smile at this time was a bit distracting.

Fan Yu poked at the waist of Eleven and sighed in a low voice: "Hey, Eleven, why does my little fool like your dumplings so much? She has never laughed so happily with us. , When I see your dumplings, they are so sweet, how come I feel like raising my daughter for nothing?"

"Go go." Eleven pushed her, "Don't talk nonsense, the child is still young, it's just what children like."

Fan Yu shook his head unpredictably, his voice lowered, "I always think that's not the case. The more I look at it, the more I feel that your tuanzi will be my son-in-law in the future, believe it or not?"

Eleven glanced at the little boy who was holding a kerchief and wiping her mouth with her fat dumpling. Her heart trembled. How could she feel that Xiao Ruoyu was like her daughter-in-law, but...

On the eleventh, I got to Fan Yu’s ear and said, “Let’s do this with the children. Ruoyu is still young. Now I just like dumplings and like my brother. Maybe in the future, let’s not intervene, and, Ruoyu’s marriage , I’m afraid it’s not that simple, right?"

The captain’s mansion is a family of officials and officials, and their power is not ordinary, and their family is just ordinary merchants. In this era, scholars, farmers, commerce, and merchants are the lowest level. Concubine, this is the rule of this era. Although she doesn't realize that there is anything wrong with her family, and she doesn't feel that her family members are inferior to the family members, but the world's eyes will never come back.

Fan Yu agrees with the first sentence of the eleventh, but disagrees with the latter sentence, "I'm like a daughter. She is my heart. My daughter is not a **** to consolidate the family status. My daughter must find a husband and son-in-law. She likes it and treats her sincerely. I will never allow other people to intervene in Ruoyu’s marriage. Besides, you, a mother, have such a lack of confidence in your children, I can see that the future of Tuanzi is extraordinary. It's not necessarily worse than the two boys in my family, and maybe whoever will climb the other."

Hearing what Fan Yu said, Eleven was happy in his heart and patted her hand, "Then we will follow the children's own wishes, and we will not interfere as parents."

Fan Yu nodded, "Yes, don't interfere, let it happen."

I won’t mention this topic anymore. I talked to Fan Yu about the teaching of Tuanzi on the eleventh. “Sister Yu, I’m going to ask you for advice. Tuanzi is three years old this year. We are going to let him start enlightenment, but my family is right. He doesn't have much interest in studying. He especially wants to practice martial arts. He still clamors to be a general. He dislikes our master and can't teach him kung fu. You are familiar with martial arts, so you can think of a way for me."

Fan Yu stared at him eleven: "Tuanzi must practice martial arts, he is a natural martial arts genius, you don't want him to go to official career, are you afraid that you are not confused?"

Eleven couldn't laugh or cry, "Why, I didn't want him to go into official career, Tuanzi's temperament is not suitable."

Fan Yu’s expression improved a little bit after hearing this on the 11th, and said: "My family is a family of military commanders. Can I see the talent of Tuanzi? You see Tuanzi is only three years old now, but his strength is greater than my family’s three years of martial arts training. The children are big, and he has a strong body and flexible body shape. He is a good seedling who is born suitable for martial arts training. In addition, he likes to practice martial arts. You must practice martial arts for him. As for how to learn this, leave it to me, my boss. Second, I have entered the martial arts hall of our clan and started practicing with the master. You also send the ball over and let them practice together."

Eleven hesitated, "This...Can outsiders enter the martial arts hall in your mansion?" She originally planned to ask Fan Yu to recommend her a master martial artist.

"Others can't do it, dumplings will definitely do. I still have this face, and the dumplings are so talented. Master Wu might also thank me for bringing him such a good seedling. Don't you know the martial arts in our house? What kind of person is the master? He is a martial idiot, but he is also a genius. He is very good at martial arts, and it is difficult to have rivals. If it weren’t for our old man’s kindness to him, don’t think he could be invited to teach in the clan. Children martial arts. Let me tell you, all martial arts practitioners dream of being able to worship the martial arts master in our house.

Hearing what Fan Yu said, the hesitation in Eleven's heart is gone. There is a powerful master for Tuanzi that can be met but not sought. Now she can't find a good master for Tuanzi by her own ability, so she can only go to Duwei Fu is the best for dumplings.

"Okay, Sister Yu, the dumpling will be handed over to you then, please take care of him."

"The dumpling is the same as my son. I take care of it well, so don’t worry, but the dumpling is only three years old now. It’s too early to leave you now. I don’t think I can start practicing again at the age of five. Children in the mansion generally start martial arts at the age of five."

Nodding at eleven, three-year-old is indeed too young. When Tuanzi is five years old, she will be a lot more sensible, and then she will be relieved to let him come out. It just so happened that in the past two years, I hurried to make money to buy a house in the city. It would be convenient for the dumplings to live in in the future, so that the dumplings would not have a home in the city, and her children do not need to be sent to others.

After discussing this matter, a big stone in Eleven’s heart fell. Looking at the fat son who was changing his cup with Fu Heng and Fu Zhuo, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in my heart. Fatty, you can only be happy. Two years, two years later, your hard days will officially come.

The little fat man didn’t have any awareness of this. I heard that at the age of five, he could follow a very powerful master to practice martial arts, and he could also learn their skills with Fu Hengfu and them. I complained about why I can't go to school now, and why I have to wait another two years.

Eleven screamed at the little fat man, and then began to give the little fat man the basic exercises before learning martial arts.

Every morning, Eleven personally took the little fat man to run around the village in the morning. The little fat man had short calves. When he first ran, he ran very slowly and would fall down. He was dropped by the eleven, but eleven forbearance. Feeling distressed, I only asked him to get up by himself, and didn't deliberately wait for him when he was running, so that he could fully realize what it means to be beyond reach.

Every time he ran to the finish line on November 11 and finished his breakfast, the panting little fat man ran to the finish line. There was sweat on his face, but he never gave up. There was no complaint in his mouth. He bit every day. He tried to chase eleven with his teeth, using the words his mother taught him: a man, a man who doesn't eat anything, just has to be able to endure hardship.

The little fat man also kept in mind what his father told him: suffering from hardship, the master is the best.

Therefore, under the constant encouragement of his old father and mother, Fat Tuanzi insisted on increasing the speed faster and faster, and he would be able to keep up with the pace of November in half a year. Then, starting from November, he tied sandbags to his legs to let him run, and the weight of the sandbags increased little by little. From the beginning, the fat dumplings could not move their legs, but later they were tied to the sandbags and ran so fast. The whole village watched. He was dumbfounded.

Although Eleven didn't say anything, but I was extremely proud that this was my own son, and her son was great!

Eleven not only exercised the fat dumplings for running, but also made a sandbag and placed them in the yard. Every day, the fat dumplings had to fight for an hour to improve their strength. When the fat dumplings could break a 100-jin sandbag with one punch, they would also Finally came the day when he entered the martial arts hall of the captain's mansion.

At this time, Fat Tuanzi was five years old, his stature reached the height of a six or seven-year-old child. He was strong and powerful. As soon as Master Wu saw him and circled him several times, his eyes brightened. Involuntarily stretched out his hand to squeeze the bones of the dumplings. After squeezing for a long time, his eyes could be described as enthusiastic, "The roots are wonderful, a natural martial genius!"

Fan Yu secretly gave a look to eleven: how about it, let me say, this martial idiot is sure to be very satisfied with the dumpling.

Eleven quietly raised the corners of his mouth.

Master Wu is more than satisfied, he can't be satisfied anymore. The children of the Capitol's martial arts talents are not bad, but he has never seen such a good seedling. Now such a good seedling is his apprentice and must be polished well.

Master Wu immediately asked: "What's your name?"

Xiao Tuanzi immediately replied with his head upright and loudly: "My name is Yang Tianle, and my nickname is Tuanzi. Master, you will be my closest person in the future. You can call me Tuanzi."

"Hey, your child is not thin-skinned." Master Wu reprimanded, but he was more satisfied. Okay, not humble or timid, confident and courageous, this is what a martial artist should do.

Master Wu asked again: "Then what's special about you? Show me if you have any."

Fat Tuanzi didn't have stage fright, and he immediately responded. He looked around in the court at random. With a pile of sleeves, he walked straight to a row of sandbags dedicated to boxing. After looking at it, he ignored the smaller ones, but instead was in the largest sandbag. Stopping next to him, under the unbelieving sight of Master Wu, he clenched his fist and struck out quickly, only to hear a "bang". The sandbag was blown out and burst, sprinkling sand on the ground.

"Wow -" The children watching around the sidelines were all shocked, and I didn't expect such a small brother to be so powerful.

Master Wu was also shocked. The sandbag that was just broken by the dumpling punch was actually used to practice boxing for children over ten years old. It was very strong and had never been broken after using it for a long time. I did not expect to be punched by such a little guy. It's flying.

Fan Yu yelled, "Oh," from the side, and looked at Eleven and Yang Shifeng in disbelief: "This child of your two lives is going to heaven!"

Yang Shifeng pursed his mouth and smiled at Eleven. He didn't feel embarrassed to tell her that in fact, Tuanzi's strange power was inherited from her own, and she could easily hit the sandbag with one punch.

Over there, Master Wu looked at the tuanzi as if he had seen a peerless treasure, immediately instructed people to get the tuanzi's practice clothes, and personally explained the tuanzi's daily work and rest time, until he said that there was nothing to say before letting the tuanzi go.

Knowing that in the future Tuanzi will learn martial arts in the captain's mansion, the happiest thing is Xiao Ruoyu, the charming and charming little girl happily circulates the Tuanzi, holding the hand of the Tuanzi brother, laughing sweetly, and eating At the time, he kept putting delicious food for his brother Tuanzi, saying that his brother Tuanzi had to eat more in martial arts training. That made her two brothers so sore that they couldn't eat anymore, so they had to learn from the dumplings.

However, since Tuanzi entered the martial arts school to practice martial arts, her own charming little sister begged her mother to make a set of strong costumes, and ran to the martial arts hall every day, standing under the big tree to watch them practice martial arts. They both wanted to besiege Tuanzi and couldn't do it.

Fan Yu wrote about this in a letter to Eleven. Eleven was happy to lie down in Yang Shifeng’s arms with a smile. Although he could only see the dumplings for a few days in a month, Fan Yu’s letters remained unbroken. Everything that happened will be written in the letter to let them know that they have never missed every bit of the dumpling's growth.

Eleven sincerely grateful to Fan Yu.

At this time, the only child left in the family is Xiao Shitou, but Xiao Shitou is also a young boy. He is very good in school studies. He was admitted to the scholar at the age of thirteen. At the same time, he was admitted to Xiaohuzi. , The two children literally exploded a huge wave in Shiliba Village.

Master Qiao found eleven and said that his ability was no longer enough to train them, and they should go to a better college. Therefore, despite the reluctance, the eleven sent the little stone to the best Tianhu Academy in the city to study, and at the same time sponsored the little tiger to go with him.

After Little Stone left, there was no child in the house, and every day was quiet and no fun.

The most unbearable person is Grandpa Yang, looking at the empty home, often sighing, and then staring at Eleven’s belly, muttering in a low voice: "It would be nice if I had another one."

Eleven pretended not to hear every time. This matter is not for her to decide, the dumplings are already a gift from heaven, and nothing else can be forced. She and Yang Shifeng have a good relationship, and Yang Shifeng is very demanding. They have never avoided pregnancy, but they have never been pregnant again for so many years. This shows that they do not have this blessing.

Yang Shifeng also accepted this fact. He was content with a dumpling, and he didn't dare to demand any more.

Both husband and wife believe that there will only be one child in this life.

However, life is always full of unknowns and accidents, and you are always caught off guard.

In the year when the dumpling was ten years old, when Eleven was eating fish, she suddenly felt a puff of sour water, which disgustedly vomited all the food in her stomach. After that, she couldn't eat anything anymore.

Both Eleven and Yang Shifeng thought it was something wrong with their bodies. How could it be possible to know that Eleven gave them a pulse, and they were stunned. She actually had a pulse!

Yang Shifeng asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Where is the problem with your body?"

Eleven stared at him in a daze, without saying a word, and changed his wrist and gave it to himself again, but the result was still the same. Now, she couldn't believe it anymore.

Faced with Yang Shifeng’s anxiously inquiring eyes, Eleven suddenly smiled, wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered in his ear: "Brother Shifeng, God has taken care of us again."

"Huh?" Yang Shifeng didn't understand what it meant, but it didn't seem to be a bad thing.

Eleven put his big hand on his abdomen, "Brother Shifeng, you are going to be a father again."

"Ah..." Yang Shifeng was dumbfounded, completely stunned, watching Eleven's stomach turn into a stone statue.

After a quarter of an hour, Yang Shifeng, who finally woke up, laughed loudly. He picked it up for several laps, and the whole village could hear his excited voice, "I'm going to be a father again!!"

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