"Do what?" Lin Langzhong glanced at Lin Xiaofu puzzled.

"Originally, I waited for the market to sell dry goods, so I went to the bookstore to buy a set of pen and ink for my younger brother, and I will send him back to the village school next month."

"His pen has long been bald, and he doesn't know if the ink strip can still be used."

"I can only wait for the end of the month to go on the episode now, if the second uncle has an old one, you can buy some for me, I will let the younger brother practice the words first, don't go back to the school and let the master scold."

"There is an ink strip that is about to run out, I can give you no money, the pen has a fine one that has not been used, and I bought it for fifteen cents, will it be too expensive for Xiaolu to use?"

Lin Langzhong thought about it and said.

That pen was bought for home visits to write prescriptions, and it is easy to say that it has a price, and the old pen is more expensive and not easy to sell.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, I'll use it for him first, and then I'll leave this one for my husband to use."

As soon as Lin Xiaofu heard that it was too expensive, he immediately wanted to buy it.

"If you have any paper, buy me a few more." She is in urgent need of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, stationery.

"Paper can give you a knife, you go back to cut it yourself, fifty wen on white bamboo paper, thirty wen on yellow bamboo paper, there are all there."

Lin Langzhong saw Lin Xiaofu's eager look, and he didn't laugh at her, because she was also in Zhang Luo for the younger brother in the family, such a girl was worthy of admiration.

How did he know that Lin Xiaofu was more needed by himself.

"Can you take a look at the yellow bamboo paper?" When Lin Xiaofu heard this, he immediately thought about it.

Of course, it can be distinguished by color, but she also wants to see the quality of the yellow bamboo paper, whether she can write a pharmacopoeia primeria.

The book she rewrote is called "Elementary Pharmacopoeia Encyclopedia".

When she was distracted, Lin Langzhong opened the cabinet and took out a knife of yellow bamboo paper, a thick stack, each of which was the size of a tabletop.

Lin Langzhong usually uses this kind of paper when writing prescriptions, and it is very cost-effective to cut it small.

Usually write some diagnostic experience, reading notes or something, and only then will you use white bamboo paper.

Lin Xiaofu took one out and looked at it, and when he saw Lin Langzhong's puzzled face, he hurriedly put it away and said with a smile: "Then thank you for the success of the second uncle, let's count the money together." ”

"Old ink counts two texts, how about making up an integer?" Lin Xiaofu saw that although there were not many ink strips, they should still be able to be used for a while.

Lin Langzhong said that he didn't want money, so he counted the two articles just to make up the number, and he did this situation just right.

Sure enough, Lin Langzhong did not refuse, plus the medicine money was collected a total of one hanging, and Lin Xiaofu was given nine hangings.

Lin Xiaofu put the money, pen, and ink strips into the bamboo basket and covered it, and then took the knife of yellow bamboo paper, and then left the medicine house and hurried home.

"Little White Tiger, can you see what medicine is in the medicine house? Is there anything we need? ”

"It's all ordinary daily medicine, and there is no poison." The space elf muttered, and then stopped squeaking.

Lin Xiaofu stayed in the place where the medicine was drying and near the medicine cabinet for a while just now, just to let the space elves see if there was any medicine they needed, and whether it was necessary to buy it.

But the space elves didn't seem to see what interested them, and they weren't in the mood.

"Then let's wait until we go up the mountain." Lin Xiaofu had no choice but to comfort him.

Back home, Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but be stunned when she came back from buying so much paper.

"I remember that I had heard a prescription, and I would write it out in a moment to see if it was correct." Lin Xiaofu said happily.

When Zhao Zicheng came back from the master, he gave her the written prescription.

Lin Xiaofu wanted to try his own pen, so naturally he wouldn't write the same prescription again.