"Okay." When Zhao Zicheng heard this, he hurriedly got up and walked over, he was also curious about how this girl remembered so many recipes.

Lin Xiaofu handed over the things to him and took them back to the house, and she went to the little brother's house to find the inkstone.

It's not hard to find things, and the younger brother also had a small bookcase back then, and everything he read was in it.

The inkstone is okay, and the ink strip is really not much left and is dry and cracked.

In addition to the poor quality itself, it has not been used for too long.

Lin Xiaofu took the inkstone to the kitchen and washed it, poured a little water into it, and then took half a bowl of warm water, and took it back to the house and put it on the table.

Zhao Zicheng was already opening the yellow bamboo paper, skillfully folding and tearing it in half, and did not use a knife.

Lin Xiaofu put the pen into the warm water and opened the pen, and looked at him silently.

I thought that if he wasn't in that situation, he would at least be like Zhao Zifu, at least for ten years.

"I'll study the ink, and you will write."

Zhao Zicheng cut the paper into two square sizes, spread out one and put it on the table, and looked at Lin Xiaofu with a smile.

Last time, she used her fingers to gesture on the table, but now that she can be seen, she is naturally full of curiosity and anticipation.

Lin Xiaofu smiled slightly, sat down at the table, and saw that it was not opened yet, so he flicked it with his fingertips and continued to soak in the water.

"Daughter-in-law, what kind of disease is your prescription for? Or also to treat trauma? Zhao Zicheng sat down on the side and asked casually.

Last time, I was able to make an ointment that was better than Jinchuang Medicine, but it was a medicine for external injuries.

"I don't know, maybe it's to cure the cold? Or maybe it's weight loss? Or maybe ......"

"......" Zhao Zicheng looked at her with a smile and a smile.

"Well, I heard that it can cure ......."

Lin Xiaofu was about to say the prescription, but suddenly paused again, furrowed his brows and was very entangled, what kind of prescription should I write?

Cure anemia? Treating hair loss? Cure night sweats, insomnia, and dreams?

"What's there to worry about, you sell medicine to make money! Who's the richest! Of course, the rich are the richest! ”

The space elf got impatient and complained violently.

"It seems to be a recipe for health preservation, I heard that it is eaten by the wife of a large family, and I heard that it ...... It can regulate the body, and it has many children and grandchildren. ”

Lin Xiaofu followed the little white tiger's suggestion and said while thinking.

This is not a tocolytic drug, nor is it a tocolytic, but some women who are difficult to give birth to eat to regulate their bodies and increase their chances of conception.

With the opportunity to conceive, we can talk about a safe pregnancy.

This kind of recipe must also exist in this world, even if it is Lin Langzhong, he can open a few.

However, the doctor will prescribe prescriptions with a goal and purpose according to his own strength and means, which is the ability and the style of the doctor.

Lin Xiaofu wants to make money now, so he has his sights on the target of a rich lady.

The worst thing for a rich lady is money, but what worries her the most?

Of course, it is a child, only by giving birth to a child and a son can you consolidate your own position, support yourself in your husband's family, and truly hold real power.

Of course, another question that the space elves don't know is, that is, what do the beautiful concubines of big families want most? In addition to clothes and jewelry, youthful beauty, of course, what I want more is my son!

Compared with the main room, they are more eager to consolidate their position and even climb up.

What is the ability to climb up? Actually, it's not the face, it's the stomach.

In an instant, Lin Xiaofu's heart was already turning a thousand times and he had an idea.

When the pen was ready, the ink was also half grinded, and Lin Xiaofu's recipe was also formed in his mind, so he picked up the pen and wrote.