"Your brother-in-law said, let's recognize more herbs, and in the future, we don't necessarily only hunt in the mountains, but we can also pick herbs and sell them for money."

Lin Xiaofu was ashamed to drag Zhao Zicheng out as a shield.

"Uh-huh, I'm going too!" Lin Xiaochun looked excited.

She also wants to contribute to making money, just like picking fungus and drying fish.

"Okay, you recognize the picture first, and I'll teach you if you don't understand."

Lin Xiaofu, if the little sister is motivated, of course it is the best, and it will not be boring to learn.

When Zhao Zicheng came back, he really brought a piece of meat, which made Lin Xiaofu happy.

Eat fish every day, but also eat some meat to balance.

Although there is still roast duck from yesterday, you can't eat roast duck every day.

In the morning, the two sisters each took a book to read, and Zhao Zicheng continued to copy and memorize the prescription.

At noon, Lin Xiaofu took his little sister to cook, and Zhao Zicheng went to pick up Lin Xiaolu back.

There are also people in the village who go to carry their children, and when they saw Zhao Zicheng carrying their brother-in-law, the two of them were very happy to talk and laugh, and they were all moved in their hearts.

The Lin family is really blessed to have such a son-in-law.

Because Zhao Zicheng carried it all the way, Lin Xiaolu was clean.

But Zhao Zicheng walked in the rain four times a day, but it became an accident during the recovery period of cold poison.

In the evening, when Lin Xiaofu soaked his feet with the medicine prepared by Yan Langzhong, he noticed that the skin on his legs had condensed mist again.

When he wiped his feet and massaged, seeing that he felt sore, not as comfortable as before, Lin Xiaofu twisted his eyebrows and decided to give him an injection.

"Go to the kang and drag your trousers down." After returning to the house, she instructed Zhao Zicheng.

She also opened the suitcase, took out the bag of silver needles that were inside, and took the oil lamp to the suitcase and put it away.

Seeing her take the needle out, Zhao Zicheng's eyes lit up.

"I can finally see you using a needle."

"Didn't you use it in the hospital that day?"

Lin Xiaofu glanced at him, then took out a silver needle, roasted it on the oil lamp, and then began to apply the needle.

"That day in the infirmary, you didn't bake needles." Zhao Zicheng immediately noticed the difference.

"You are cold poison, Uncle Tian is fire poison."

Not all needles have to be roasted, and some are soaked in wine before needles.

Different situations will have different preparation and stitching.

With this, Lin Xiaofu also taught Zhao Zicheng to recognize the acupuncture points on his legs, and reported one for each piercing, which made Zhao Zicheng open his eyes wide and stared at his legs.

He had learned kung fu and could also use some acupuncture techniques, but the acupuncture points he recognized were not so fine.

Seeing that his expression was calm and he didn't feel nervous at all, Lin Xiaofu couldn't help but hook his lips and smile.

Should this man say that he is bold, or that he trusts himself unconditionally?

She did not hesitate to do so when she was fed the medicine, and now she is not afraid to accept the silver needle that she doesn't know if the craftsmanship is good or not.

Fortunately, she hadn't applied the needle so carefully for a long time, and when she shot again, she was not bad at all, and she was refreshed.

Slowly increase the number of needles and change the needle position, and after half an hour, you start to slowly withdraw the needles one after another.

At this time, Lin Xiaofu stopped talking, because each stitch has a position and sequence.

Zhao Zicheng had many questions to ask in his heart, but seeing that her expression became serious, he quickly closed his mouth.

But also watched her movements seriously.

"Don't move, count from one to six hundred." Lin Xiaofu pulled the quilt and covered Zhao Zicheng's legs, and then explained to him.

And she herself set the pace for him to speak first.

Zhao Zicheng read along with her, and slowly continued to count under her instructions.

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