"Xiao Qiao, are you sure about this prescription? You can't cure people, right?"

It’s not OK to say anything else. If Qiao Qiao said it was said by the gods, Chen Lan would probably believe it, but if he believed it, he would inevitably ask.

Qiao Qiao nodded and said it was accurate. In fact, she didn't understand. She just ran back after playing outside the house for a while, and the screen of the mobile phone lit up, with five big words on it, such as vomiting and oleander.

After so many years, Qiao Qiao has been thinking that since the mobile phone has traveled through time, it must be useful in her hands. I have read countless time travel dramas and novels. This mobile phone must be her magic weapon in this world, but under what circumstances there will be instructions, and I haven't figured it out yet.

There was a sudden reminder today that something must have happened.

After eating beautiful mushrooms, all beautiful mushrooms are poisonous. No matter how they are treated, they must induce vomiting at the first time. Qiao Qiao's association with this will make things happen. Is this mobile phone specializing in treating difficult and complicated diseases?

"Er Qiao, it's time to write today's words. Xiao Qiao, so are yours." Seeing that it was okay, the eldest brother Qiao Zhen arranged the compulsory courses after dinner every day. At home, except for father, Da Qiao's words are the most effective.

Chen Lan looked at the mess and drove her three children to the small study room and packed them up by herself.

It is called a study room, but it is actually a small, empty room. After modification, it has been placed. A rectangular wooden table is placed, with a long wooden stool on each side of the long table, and a few wooden shelves against the wall to place paper and books. This is where the three brothers and sisters write, read and learn.

Although it looks simple, it is already very good in Murakami. Pen, ink, paper and inkstones can cost money. No one in the village can be so willing to do so. The other people in Murakami's ideas are too real. It is better to use extra money to store grain and buy meat to eat.

"Xiao Qiao, what are you thinking? Let's start." The eldest brother Qiao Zhen urged at his absent-minded sister.

"Actually, I don't know if Fang Ziling is good or not. I'm feeling up and down. I'm waiting for my father to come back. Otherwise, I won't write it tonight."

"Yes, yes, I'm worried, I'm going to take a break today, brother, are you tired, aren't you?" Qiao Wu has always been hiding if he can, and he won't write as long as he gets the chance.

"Don't worry, I believe you, Fangzi will definitely do it."

Qiao Zhen gently touched his girl's head. He always loved this sister very much, but he felt something was wrong. He always felt that her sister knew much more than he, a serious brother who went to school.

After comforting his sister, Qiao Zhen seemed extremely strict to his younger brother Qiao Wu. He slapped a bamboo whip on the wooden table and took out his style as a big brother. Only in this way can he suppress Qiao Wu.

"You still want to take a break. The words you wrote were much worse than those of Xiao Qiao. I can't recognize them even if I recognize them. If I don't write ten words tonight, don't sleep."

"Second brother, write it, get rid of it early after writing it."

The brother and sister exchanged a look of undesirable life and stopped talking.

About an hour later, Qiao Jianshan had already returned home. The first person to chase after him was Qiao Qiao. She was worried that the prompt on her phone would not work and harm others.

"Not mentioning, my daughter's method is very effective. After picking a handful of oleander leaves, boiling water and feeding them for a while, the child vomited violently and spitted them clean. After spitting, his lips no longer turned black and his stomach no longer hurt. He was much more refreshed, but he was still very weak."

Qiao Qiao finally let go of her heart. In this way, the mobile phone should be the way to solve the problem. What kind of golden finger is this? In the novels I have read before, golden fingers are so domineering that they can go to heaven and earth to save the world. No matter how bad they are, they can change their dynasties and change their own. They can only prescribe a prescription, and they can make a person angry if they compare them.

Forget it, it’s better to be so stupid than not.

"Are the children from several families fine?" Chen Lan handed her husband a bowl of water and asked worriedly.

"That's right, I ate all the mushrooms in the same pot, but I blamed my daughter before I asked clearly."

"Then they won't make things difficult for our family anymore, will they?"

"I have helped them so much, but dare to make things difficult for them? This has nothing to do with our family. You think, the oleander leaves will be better as soon as they are cooked and eaten. The doctor doesn't have to buy them anymore. They save money. Even if they don't care about the money, they will not enter the village after dawn tomorrow. It's hard to say whether those kids can survive tonight. In the past two days, if they don't come to the door to apologize to me, they don't know how to be a human being, even though I don't want to."

"What do you have to do? I'll drink this bowl of water to go to sleep. I'll have to get up early tomorrow. If you don't sleep, your children will have to sleep."

"Why can't I be proud of it? Their kids can live because of my daughter. They even talk nonsense all day long, and I'll be angry when I hear it!"
Chapter completed!