Rebirth Nine Zero Fat Wife Returns

Seeing Jiang Nan carrying a lunch box and a big cake, heading towards the chicken pen, Lu Hao was there and had no intention of stopping him.

Mr. Lu suddenly became anxious.

You prodigal, can you feed the chickens with that food?

He is really a child who has never experienced famine.

His eyes flickered, he coughed slightly, and blocked it awkwardly, "I've fed the chickens, you go and do your thing."

"Then I'll cook for you. Grandpa, what do you want to eat?" Jiang Nan asked with a smile.

"I won't do it anymore. I ate in the morning and I'm not hungry yet. I'll talk to you later."

Jiang Nan and Lu Hao looked at each other, with a smile in their eyes, and put the lunch box on the table.

"Grandpa, look, Boss Yang has put down a deposit of 500 yuan, so we have money to collect the medicinal materials."

Jiang Nan took out the huge sum of money from his pocket and happily handed it to the old man and waved it in front of him.

Mr. Lu's eyes sparkled when he saw the brand new old man's head, "Really? Then I'll go find the village chief now."

Jiang Nan gave the money to the old man, "Grandpa, take the money and exchange it for change at the village chief's canteen, otherwise we won't be able to find it when we collect the medicine."

"Okay, then I'm leaving." The old man carefully packed the money and went out.

As soon as the old man left, Jiang Nan looked at Lu Hao and said with a smile, "Did you see it? Grandpa just can't lose face. Don't be tough with him. It's useless to reason with him. He will always compromise if the slightest trace of penetration penetrates."

Lu Hao glanced at her and said, "There are a lot of clever ideas."

"Are you complimenting me?"

Facing her eyes that were as bright as stars, Lu Hao's cold heart suddenly trembled.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but Xiaopang's big face seemed to be less swollen than before.

Yes, the biggest feature of a hormonal face is that it is frivolous and fat.

Looking at it now, my skin seems to be much firmer.

The face has also become smaller and the contours are very clear.

Is it true as she said, if someone has been fed hormones for a long time, does this mean the medicine has been stopped?

"What are you looking at me for?" Jiang Nan caught Lu Hao's eyes and reminded her with pretense of vigilance, "You can't have any bad thoughts about me, I have a little brother in my heart."

Lu Hao, "......"

He sneered lightly, "She looks average, but she thinks she's pretty."

Jiang Nan, "!!!"

The poisonous tongue is about to come into force again.

She curled her lips and said, not to be outdone, "Why do I look so ordinary? Just look at my face in a few days, so as not to blind you."

Lu Hao looked stunned for a moment when he faced that brilliant face.

A familiar smile.

Damn it, when I see her recently, I easily think of the little girl.

While he was dazed, Jiang Nan's words brought him back to his thoughts.

"By the way, when will you return to the city? Are you on vacation now?"

He nodded, "Yeah, vacation."

The hospital gave me a leave, when will I recover, and when will I return to the hospital.

But he knew that when he went back this time, the job changes would be huge.

He may never be able to go to the operating table again.

Lu Hao looked at his hands, his eyes filled with desolation.

Jiang Nan said softly, "Can I see your arm?"

"what?"

"Let me see if it's possible to hold the scalpel again."

Before he could speak, Jiang Nan grabbed his right arm.

Wiping up his shirt sleeves.

There was a conspicuous wound on the forearm.

She gently pressed the incision area with her fingertips, "The nerves in this area are damaged, right?"

Lu Hao couldn't deny it.

Jiang Nan pressed her forearm with a professional and serious expression, "Actually, this can be gradually repaired through acupuncture."

Lu Hao met her serious gaze and couldn't help but look at her one more time.

Thinking of the prescription she gave to her grandfather.

Yesterday, Gu Yahui's grandfather, Mr. Mu, pondered for a long time while listening to him read out the prescription, and finally said only one word, "Wonderful."

To be recognized by the old professor of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the Uncle Nie mentioned by Jiang Nan really has something.

Lu Hao thought, maybe, he should change his mind.

Western medicine has sentenced her to death, so she turns to traditional Chinese medicine.

You can never really give up.

Lu Hao just changed his mind and wanted to get information about Dr. Nie from Jiang Nan.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker in the village rang.

A red song was played first, and then the village chief gave two sounds and started to make announcements.

"Villers, pay attention, villagers, pay attention..."

As soon as the loudspeaker in the village rang, the villagers from every household in the village stopped what they were doing.

Stand in the yard and listen to the announcement with your ears open.

Afraid of missing some important information.

"In our village, Lu Hao's family collects Chinese medicinal materials. Lu Hao's family collects Chinese medicinal materials. The price of dandelions is one cent higher than in previous years, and the price of astragalus per pound is fifty cents higher than last year. If you have dried herbs, you can take them to his house to sell them."

The village chief broadcast the announcement twice seriously, and Lu Hao and Jiang Nan heard it clearly in the yard.

The medicine collection information has been broadcast, and I'm afraid villagers will come over soon.

Jiang Nan instantly became more motivated.

I'm about to start fucking her and make my first pot of gold.

If everything goes well, she will continue on this path.

Thinking about it makes me a little excited.

She raised her eyebrows and asked Lu Hao,

"Grandpa said there is a piece of colorful cloth at home. Do you know where to put it? It must be spread in the yard."

This way the medicine will be clean when poured on it.

Lu Hao pointed in the direction of the woodshed, "It should be in the woodshed."

Jiang Nan ran into the woodshed, searched for it, came out with colorful strips of cloth, and called Lu Hao to spread it in the yard together.

Lu Hao was passively pulled by her and spread the colored strips of cloth smoothly into the yard.

After the paving was completed, Jiang Nan rested her chin and pondered again,

"We should also make a small blackboard now, write the price and hang it at the door. This is simple and clear, and we don't have to explain the price issue over and over again."

Lu Hao was infected by her enthusiasm for doing business, and he followed up with an idea, "Write it down on a small piece of cardboard first. It is still unknown whether your business will be successful, so don't waste the wood."

Jiang Nan, "..."

The words are rude and reasonable.

She didn't express any determination that the business would be prosperous, and nodded, "Okay, then I'll leave this task to you."

It's very humane for Woodbump to help with ideas.

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After hearing the broadcast, everyone in the village came out of their homes to inquire about the authenticity of the news.

The information collection place in the village is beside the wheat field. At this moment, several people have gathered beside the wheat field.

Aunt Zhang had a gossipy look on her face, "Did you all hear that? It's said that the old Lu family is collecting medicinal materials."

"When I heard it, I thought it was an agricultural tax at first, and I was shocked."

"I thought this year's horizontal terraced fields started so early, but I thought it wasn't even busy yet."

Several elders in the village chatted for a while, and Zhang Changgui, who was squatting under a tree and smoking, said, "Why did his family suddenly collect medicines? Is it because Lu Hao's job in the city has disappeared and he has switched to collecting medicinal materials for business?"

"Who knows, how about we go and take a look first and sell the medicinal materials at home if we can. It would be too much of a loss to leave them alone."

Just as everyone was discussing, Mr. Lu walked over from the direction of the village chief's house with his hands behind his back, humming an opera, and in a good mood.