After the family has finished harvesting the rice, they are drying on the threshing floor, and if they want to sow wheat and seeds, they have to plow the land first.Zhao Xiaoman was still young, and it was impossible for her to do the manual work of plowing the land, so she would be fine after helping to pick up the scattered rice ears in the field in the morning.As soon as people are free, Zhao Xiaoman, who is full of thoughts, immediately lived, and there are many good things on the mountain at this time.Because the fields were busy, most of the adults hadn't had time to get it, so Zhao Xiaoman immediately turned his attention to please Zhao Liu's grandfather to the back mountain.Zhao Xiaoman, who was in his previous life, was extremely familiar with this mountain, so after saying goodbye to his mother and going out to play, he went up the mountain with a machete hidden in advance.The mountain and the mountain are like two worlds, many of the leaves are still rich green, and the temperature is lower than the mountain, not at all the dry and hot feeling under the mountain, but cool with a chill after autumn.Ripe wild fruits can be seen everywhere, but most of them have been spoiled by birds and other things, and Zhao Xiaoman picked some intact wild fruits from these and put them in the cloth pocket prepared in advance.Afraid that his mother would be worried about coming out for too long, Zhao Xiaoman began to go down the mountain after beating about three catties of wild fruits of different varieties.These wild fruits include hawthorn, pear, and apple, although they are not very sweet, but they are fruity and fragrant, and the people in the village love to eat them, so they are not worried about poisoning.It's just a pity that I'm afraid that my parents will know that she will go up the mountain alone, and she can't take some of these fruits home......
The mountain road was rugged, and Zhao Xiaoman arrived at his destination with three turns and two turns.She has never been to Grandpa Zhao Liu's house in her life, but she has been here many times in her previous life, so she is familiar with it.Carrying the fruit picked from the mountain in the cloth pocket, Zhao Xiaoman was a little uneasy, Grandpa Zhao Liu has been living alone in the back mountain of the village, if it weren't for her father to beg Grandpa Zhao Liu to save her mother, she didn't know that Grandpa Zhao Liu's medical skills actually had a body......
In fact, not only her, but even her mother, and many people in the village didn't know that Grandpa Zhao Liu knew how to heal.Although all cultures were suppressed at this time, medical skills were what people needed the most at all times, if it weren't for the last resort, how could Grandpa Zhao Liu keep hiding this medical skill?
Zhao Xiaoman, who was ready to return in defeat, took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door that had gone through the wind and rain: "Is Grandpa Zhao Liu?"
I am Zhao Aijun's daughter, Zhao ......"
The door opened without waiting for her to finish speaking, and Zhao Liu's grandfather's perennial cold face suddenly appeared in the crack of the door, Zhao Xiaoman breathed a screen, and the fear of Zhao Liu's grandfather when she was a child hit her heart, making her forget what she was going to say next."
Something?"
Because he didn't talk to people for a long time, Zhao Liu's voice was as bad as the sawing of the educated youth in the village next door.Zhao Xiaoman has been reworked once, she took a deep breath and held the fruit in her cloth pocket in both hands in front of the old man who was very old but still straight, with a very solemn expression: "Grandpa Zhao Liu, I want to worship you as a teacher!"
”Zhao Liu's face was not shocked, and he glanced at Zhao Xiaoman indifferently: "Zhao Aijun's little baby?
The girl is fine, don't go up the mountain alone, go back quickly!
”"I don't!"
Zhao Xiaoman didn't put down his hand holding the fruit, and knelt on the ground with his legs puffed: "Grandpa Zhao Liu, I really want to study medicine with you." ”Zhao Liu was silent for a long time: "......
Did Zhao Aijun tell you that I would heal?
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