"Of course it's been these days. You don't know how hard I've worked, and I see Mishi every day."

Song Wanyue was proud and arrogant, with an unconcealed arrogance, "How about it, I'm both smart and diligent."

Dr. Yao's mouth was raised very high and he couldn't even press down, but he stroked his beard seriously and said in a faint tone, "I'm still diligent, wait, I'll get the silver needles, and I'll teach you acupuncture from today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and walked into the room, the smile on his face could no longer be concealed.

When he learned acupuncture, he remembered the acupuncture maps for half a month. In that way, his father praised him for being smart and much better than his brother with a elm-headed head. In the future, he would definitely be able to carry forward the Yao family's medical skills. Miss Song only took a few days, but she still remembered it when she was not free during the day. Her medical skills will be even more limitless in the future.

Thinking of this, Doctor Yao suddenly thought of a question: If he accepted Song Wanyue as his disciple, her medical skills would become famous all over the world in the future, would her name be remembered by others? After all, when people mention Song Wanyue at that time, they will say that they are someone's disciple.

He took the needle from the room and put it out. Dr. Yao sat back on the chair, opened the pillowcase slowly, and asked casually, "Miss Song, you are so talented, have you ever thought about finding a master to study medical skills seriously?"

After saying that, he held his breath and listened to her answer.

"No, it's enough to have your professor and these medical books in the house."

Dr. Yao hurriedly closed the newly opened needle cover, "I, I...you, you..."

Song Wanyue looked at him in confusion.

Doctor Yao couldn't say what she wanted to take her as his teacher. After all, she had a marriage with the young master, which was inappropriate to her identity, but if she asked for it herself, there would be no problem.

But Song Wanyue hadn't understood what he meant yet.

"nothing."

Dr. Yao opened the pillowcase again in a deflated manner.

"You go and call a servant in, we..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xiao Si in the yard at first sight and waved to him.

Xiaosi walked in.

Dr. Yao pointed to the stool in front of him and said, "Sit down."

Xiao Si didn't know why, so he came over and sat down obediently.

"Touch your hand."

Xiao Si put his right hand on the table.

Dr. Yao pushed his sleeve up, grabbed his hand with one hand, and took the silver needle with the other. "The acupuncture technique requires accurate identification of acupoints, and lightweight..."

Only then did Xiao Si realize that he was going to be a needle on him, and his voice changed so much, "Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao..."

"Don't talk, otherwise I will not be able to get the needle."

Xiao Si was so scared that his whole body tense, staring at the silver needle in Dr. Yao's hand without blinking. When the needle tip just touched his skin, he let out a shrill scream, "Ah..."

Dr. Yao was so scared that his hand shook, and the silver needle was thrust, and blood flowed out along the tip of the needle.

Doctor Yao,...

"What's wrong?"

Gu Yi was sitting on a chair outside, but when he heard the scream bounced off the chair and quickly walked into the house.

"Young, Master."

Xiao Si turned around with a crying voice, "I'm going to be killed by Dr. Yao."

Doctor Yao's mouth twitched in anger, and he pulled out the silver needle, "What's the death? This little blood is far away from death!"

"Young Master..."

Xiao Si asked for help, he was most afraid of needles. He has been afraid since he was a child, and the young master knew about it.

Gu Yi blinked and his eyes fell on Dr. Yao's bloody silver needle, "Well, Xiao Si, what do you want to eat? I'll let the kitchen make it for you."

Xiao Si,...

Struggling to speak, Dr. Yao pushed his hand away with disgust, "Go and go, go as far as you go."

Xiao Si never thought this sentence was so nice. He cried with joy and said "no words": "Thank you, Dr. Yao, for letting me go, don't worry, I will steal it for you if there is any fresh food on the young master in the future."

Doctor Yao,...

I really want to stab the silver needle on his head.

...

At the county market.

It was almost noon, Song Sanxiao quickly took down all the dishes and chopsticks on the table, washed them, and set them aside for later use.

While wiping his hands on the apron, he walked to Liu Cuilan, "Second sister-in-law, I should go to the escort agency to deliver spicy hot pot."

Liu Cuilan did not doubt that she had it and quickly made it to move Song Shu to the prepared ox cart. Song Sanxiao happily drove the ox cart to the door of the escort agency and stopped.

The person on duty at the door immediately smelled the scent of Malatang, his eyes lit up, and he strode forward, bent down and wanted to carry the basin, "Give it to me, I..."

Song Sanxiao blocked his hand.

The person on duty looked up in surprise.

Song Sanxiao hurriedly withdrew his hand and smiled, "My second sister-in-law gave me the order and I will definitely hand it over to Miss Qi."

"No, I'll just tell her after I move in."

After saying that, the man leaned down again.

Song Sanxiao came here to see Qi Ying. He hadn't seen anyone for two days and was thinking very much.

He stopped him again, "It's really not possible. You don't know the temper of my second sister-in-law. If I go back and say I haven't seen Miss Qi, she will have to chase me and fight with a bench in the market. You might as well let her come out in person. It's a few steps away, trouble."

He said politely, and it was not easy for the person on duty to move harder. After saying "Wait," he ran in and called for someone, but he came back in a while. He stood at the door and did not come over. He looked at the Malatang on the ox cart reluctantly, "Sister sister said that she had already eaten. Also, you can take the Malatang back today, and you are not allowed to deliver it again in the future."

"Why?"

Song Sanxiao blurted out.

The person on duty waved his hand, "I don't know, you'd better leave and don't come in the future."

Song Sanxiao drove the ox cart back to the market, tied the ox, and carried the basin down weakly and placed it on the table.

Liu Cuilan saw something was wrong, and walked over to open the cover on it and saw that the latang was still in it.

"What's going on? Why did you get it back?"

Song Sanxiao sat on the stool, "How do I know? She was doing well the day before yesterday, so I don't want it today, and she told us not to give it to you in the future."

...

After learning acupuncture for more than a long time, Song Wanyue mastered the key points skillfully. Seeing that the sky was almost the same, she took a carriage back home.

The people on the foundation were still working, and they were all very energetic. The people in the Song family didn't take care of the meal at noon, saying that each person would give him another five cents a day.

The people who work were not feeling well, but even if they went to work in the county, the most stingy person would prepare two buns of buns for him. When they heard that they were given more than five cents, they were immediately happy, and each one worked harder.

"Yue'er is back."

Liu Cuilan walked out of the yard with a pottery jar of water and wanted to send it to the people who worked.

After saying that, she saw a ox cart coming from a distance. The person driving the cart looked like her brother. She met in surprise and saw the ox cart and there was a person sitting there.

"Mom, brother, why are you here? What happened to your family?"
Chapter completed!