Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend!

Chapter 129: Sleep soundly

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She said these words not only for the former Baizhi, but also for the present Baizhi, to bid farewell to the past and to start a new life.

This night, she slept very soundly. There was no longer abandonment and loneliness in her dreams. Her life was no longer gloomy and she would never cry secretly for those relatives who didn't know how to cherish her.

Only hope that the years will be quiet and the world will always be stable.

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This night, slept well, not just Angelica dahurica.

There is also Meng Nan, who is far away in the county government office.

Every night, his face is extremely itchy. Today, after taking the prescription prescribed by Bai Zhi, the itching miraculously stopped. He no longer owes his hands to scratch and scratches. If he doesn’t look in the mirror, he can’t even feel the itchiness on his face. Wound.

"My son, how do you feel?" Jin Shiwei followed him all the time, fearing that he might feel uncomfortable after taking the medicine.

Meng Nan said: "I'm fine, I've never been so good, this Bai Zhi, it's really interesting."

Jin Shiwei breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "I really didn't expect that so many doctors could not cure the disease, but in the hands of the girl Bai Zhi, the medicine would be cured. If this is said to be heard, I am afraid that no one will agree. Believe it?"

Meng Nan curled her lips and smiled: "What do you want others to believe? Can we just believe it?"

Jin Shiwei nodded repeatedly: "Yes, this girl doesn't look like a ostentatious person, maybe she doesn't want more people to know her skills at all."

Meng Nan lay on the soft couch, staring at the top of the green gauze tent, and said quietly: "The pearls mixed in the eyes of fish are always pearls."

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At dawn, Bai Zhi got up early, confessed a few words with Zhao Lan, and climbed into the bullock cart that was set yesterday.

Hu Feng came out of the Hu's courtyard and climbed into the bullock cart without saying a word.

Bai Zhi raised her eyebrows: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Hu Feng sat down in the wooden cart with his arms folded, his face indifferent: "What? You are allowed to enter the city, but I am not allowed to enter the city?"

At this time, Hu Changlin also came out of the courtyard and said to Bai Zhi: "I asked him to go with him. You, a little girl, go to the market alone. It is not always safe. Hu Feng will follow. You need to take care of you. When doing things, he can also exert his strength, and the left and right are also idle at home, let him go."

Bai Zhi came to understand that it was originally from Uncle Hub's kindness. She hurriedly thanked her: "Thank you, Uncle Hub. My mother is alone in the wooden house. You can help me take care of it."

Huber waved his hand: "Go, don't worry about family affairs, I am here."

She wasn't worried about others, but she was afraid that the Bai family would find Zhao Lan while she was away. Zhao Lan's thoughts were too soft and she couldn't say anything would happen.

She said to Hu Changlin, "Uncle Huber, I was in a hurry just now. I forgot to ask my mother if I had something to say. You can bring her a message for me."

Hu Changlin nodded: "You said."

"Uncle Huber, you help me tell my mother that when I'm away, no matter what the Bai family come to talk to her, they can't agree. No matter what it is, everything will be decided when I come back."

Huber knew what she was worried about, so he nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll go and spread the word for you in a while, don't worry, be careful on the way."

The ox cart pulled her and Hu Feng to leave Huangtuo Village. Just as the ox cart left the village, Liu, who was washing clothes by the river, hurriedly returned to Bai's home with a tub.

"Mother, Bai Zhi's dead girl is gone, she seems to have entered the city, and Hu Feng also followed." Liu cried into the ear of the old lady and whispered.

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