Grandpa Yang was very happy to know that the pork thing was done, and he couldn't help but sigh: "If pork is delivered in the future, then we can sell it to the villagers, so that anyone who wants to eat meat doesn't have to go to the town. I Look, twenty pounds is guaranteed to sell."
With that said, Grandpa Yang beckoned to Yang Shifeng and said, "Shifeng, come and look at the shop, I'll go outside and tell the villagers the news that our family will be selling meat tomorrow, and let them buy whatever they want, otherwise they won't I know."
Grandpa Yang was still so impatient and left in a blink of an eye. But that's fine, so that everyone can know the news, otherwise it would be better if no one buys it at that time.
Eleven walked into the room and took out the ledger, wrote down the items sold this morning, and marked the date at the bottom, so that the account was clear at a glance.
Yang Shifeng counted the goods sold today and reported it to her.
After finishing the record, Eleven did not put away the ledger, but stuffed it into Yang Shifeng's hand and started the teaching mode, "Come and see if you can understand the account I have recorded?"
Yang Shifeng shook his head shyly, he has learned one name so far, and he has not learned the others, so he doesn't know anything written on this paper.
Eleven pointed to the number on the paper and showed him, "What do you think this is?"
Yang Shifeng observed it carefully, "This... This is a number?" He was not sure, because he could guess it was a number, but the number didn't look like a word. It was very strange. seen.
In fact, Eleven writes Arabic numerals every time he keeps accounts. Arabic numerals are simple and convenient to write. Of course, it is easier than writing Chinese characters for people here. Eleven wants to teach him to recognize Arabic numerals and arithmetic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.
"It is indeed a number, but no one knows it. It is a unique number called Arabic numerals."
"Arabic numerals?" What a strange name.
"This kind of number is easy to remember and easier to calculate, don't you think?"
Yang Shifeng took a closer look and found that these numbers are indeed very simple. They were outlined in one stroke, and they took up a small amount of space, so it was really easy to write.
Eleven re-writes the ten Arabic numerals from one to ten on the paper and points it to Yang Shifeng, "Come on, these ten numbers are written from one to ten, you recognize it, and then write it down."
Yang Shifeng has no objection. He is used to teaching him something from time to time on Eleven. He just needs to memorize it carefully and study hard, and she will be very happy when she learns it well. So at the moment, he pointed to the numbers above, followed by silent recitation, and then wrote down the writing of each number in his mind.
Eleven is not worried about whether Yang Shifeng can learn it or not. His memory is very good. Even if he memorizes by rote, his speed is much faster than normal people. These ten numbers are not a problem at all. Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, Yang Shifeng raised his head and said, "Okay."
"Remembered?"
"Remember it."
Eleven raised his eyebrows, put away the piece of paper, and gave him another one, "Then I'll read it, you write it out. First of all, how do you write Four?"
Yang Shifeng used a pen to draw a "4" on the paper. At a glance at Eleven, although it looked strange, it was completely correct.
"Come on, how do you write eight?"
Yang Shifeng drew another "8", which was completely correct.
Eleven's mouth curled up, and he shuffled the ten numbers several times, which did not stumped him, and the error rate was zero.
Once you have learned to ten, then more than ten will not be a problem, and Yang Shifeng will soon master it. The results of this study are really surprising. If every student can be as smart as Yang Shifeng, it is estimated that teachers in the world can wake up laughing from their dreams. Now this bright student is hers.
Such a bright student should be rewarded.
Eleven looked at Yang Shifeng with a smile, and winked at him, "Do you want a reward?"
Yang Shifeng's face turned red with a swipe, and he couldn't help thinking of the reward kiss, and he didn't dare to look at Eleven.
Seeing that his ears were all red, Eleven held back his laughter, and he was very happy. He always felt that he was pitiful now, as if he was being bullied by her. However, not shaking his head means wanting
Eleven was about to lean in and give him another kiss when he saw a small head outside the gate probing his head, and that little head was quite familiar.
Eleven had no interest in performing kisses in front of a child, so he regretfully gave up the reward to Yang Shifeng, cleared his throat and said: "You don't speak, it seems that you don't want the reward, then forget it, I'll go. Get some sunshine outside."
Yang Shifeng opened his mouth, his lips wriggled several times, but he was unable to speak. He watched Eleven walk out, his eyes instantly darkened.
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Eleven walked outside the door, his head suddenly stuck out, and he caught the little guy who was about to stick his head out, "Hey! What are you doing here, little guy?"
Xiao Shitou was startled by Eleven's sudden appearance, Wu Liuliu's big eyes widened, like a frightened rabbit.
Eleven squatted in front of him and looked at him, "Are you here to find me?"
Xiao Shishi scratched his head, nodded again, a hint of shyness flashed in his eyes, and slowly took out the small hands behind his back. On those thin, small hands full of scars lay a half-rotten one. the apple, but he held it carefully, "Here you, eat it."
The little guy's eyes were full of treasure, Eleven couldn't help but pursed his lips and asked, "Is the apple for me?"
The little guy nodded vigorously.
"Where did it come from?"
"Grandma Wang next door gave it to you." The little guy sent the apple to Eleven again, hoping she would accept it.
Eleven blinked, and his voice subconsciously softened, "Why give it to me? Don't you want to eat it yourself?"
The little guy swallowed, glanced eagerly at the apple in his hand, and immediately shook his head, "I don't want to eat it, I'll give it to you, thank you."
It turned out to be to thank her for helping him, a child who is so grateful. I don't know why, but Eleven, who has never liked children very much, likes this child very much at the moment, whether it's his wolf cub-like unwillingness to admit defeat when he was bullied, or the grace of a drop of water after being helped. The gratitude of the newspapers is very much to her appetite.
This kid is really nice.
Although this rotten apple is nothing to Eleven, it is the best thing this child has now. He gave it to her dearly, and she didn't want to treat it casually, so Eleven took it over with both hands solemnly, Touching his little head, "Apples must be delicious, thank you."
The child laughed immediately, revealing the white millet teeth, and the little face that was so thin that there was no trace of excess also looked a little cute, happy and shy. Then he twisted the corner of his clothes, turned his head and ran on short legs, and he could see the red tips of his ears no matter how far he went.
Eleven couldn't help laughing. Such a child is called cute.
Eleven took the apple into the kitchen, cut off the rotten part with a knife, peeled the remaining good part, took a bite first, it was sour and astringent, and some parts were a bit bitter, it was not very tasty, but She wasn't going to throw it away.
When Yang Shifeng saw Eleven nibbling on an apple in his hand, he couldn't help but wonder, "Where did the apple come from?" I didn't buy apples at home.
Eleven took another bite, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "It's from Little Cutie."
cute? Yang Shifeng's mouth sank, his eyes fixed on the apple in her hand, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who gave it to you?"
"Why, do you want to eat it too? I'll give you a bite." Eleven thought he was also interested in apples, so he simply put the sparse apples in his hand to his mouth.
Yang Shifeng's head turned away immediately, and he didn't even want to touch the apple.
"Dislike me? Don't eat it, I won't give it to you." Tsk tsk, how dare you dislike her! Eleven was unhappy, so he turned his back and chewed it himself instead of feeding him. She actually dislikes her saliva, will she dislike kissing in the future? She promised that if he dared to dislike her kiss, she would kill him.
Yang Shifeng pursed his lips and asked again without giving up: "Who gave it to you? You can't eat anything given by others. If you want to eat it, I will buy it for you in town." Don't eat what other men gave it to you. .
Apple is a precious thing, and few people in the village are willing to buy it. Even if they do, the women will not be willing to give it to others to eat, and it is too late to leave it to the children at home. Only men are willing to give it, because...
A sour taste filled Yang Shifeng's heart, and his heart was also astringent. He really wanted to rush up and threw the apple in her hand.
Eleven took another sip with his back to him, "Of course I don't eat anything given by others, but this is a piece of his child's heart. He gave it to me even if he didn't want to eat it himself, how could I throw it away."
"Child?" Wasn't it from a man
"Yeah, it's the little rock we rescued. The child is really sensible. He was given an apple. He was reluctant to eat it, so he came to give it to me, and said thank you to me."
Yang Shifeng blinked, a sense of embarrassment rose, and the sourness subsided at once. He really thought it was given by a man, but it turned out to be a gift from Xiao Shi.
"Oh, so that's the case, then you can eat it."
Eleven rolled his eyes, and now he finally understood what was going on with this man. As soon as he heard that it was given by Xiao Shi, he could eat it. At first, he must have thought it was given by another man.
Humph, this vinegar jar.
Yang Shifeng scratched his head, he didn't eat her apple just now, he didn't dislike her saliva, how could he know... In order to make up for his mistake, Yang Shifeng quickly tugged at her clothes and whispered with a plea: "Eleventh , I want to eat too, you give me a bite."
Eleven deliberately ignored him, "Didn't I not eat it just now, I won't let you eat it now."
Yang Shifeng was in a hurry and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now, I didn't dislike you, really!"
Eleven hummed.
Seeing that if he didn't eat the apple, he would be gone, so Yang Shifeng couldn't care about anything else. He walked around to Eleven and grabbed her hand, took a big bite on the apple, and said, "It's delicious."
So sour yet delicious? Eleven simply put the apple in his hand into his hand wickedly, "You can eat all the delicious food, and you can finish it for me."
As if he didn't feel the sourness of the apple, Yang Shifeng opened his mouth and ate it quickly. After chewing cleanly, he showed the core to Eleven, "I'm done."
Eleven held back his smile, and went into the room to get a bottle of ointment and handed it to him, "This is the ointment for wounds, you go and give it to the little guy, Xiao Shi, and put some medicine on him, he is covered with wounds. ."
Seeing that she was no longer angry, Yang Shifeng breathed a sigh of relief, took the ointment, and took a bunch of candied haws and a few candies from the shelf before leaving, "Little Stone must have never eaten this, I'll give him a taste." The child's life was even more pitiful than when he was a child. When he was a child, he was very eager to eat sticks of candied haws and candies. In the eyes of the child, these things were the most attractive. If the small stone is eaten, it is estimated that he will die of joy.
Yang Shifeng wrapped the thing in oiled paper, wrapping it tightly, and said, "This thing can't be seen by the rest of Xiaoshitou's family, otherwise it will definitely not be able to enter Xiaoshitou's mouth in the end, so he can only give it secretly." There are also many people who feel sorry for Xiao Shishi, who has no food to eat, and give him something to eat, but in the end most of them can't get into Xiao Shishi's mouth, and in the end the villagers don't give him anything.
To be so sneaky to eat, Eleven couldn't help frowning, are they still afraid of that mother-in-law? I think so, but Eleven can also understand that these people are not afraid of that mother-in-law, but in the end, the matter of closing the door still has to be faced by Xiao Shi, and outsiders like them can't keep an eye on it all the time, and they will suffer in the end. Still falls on small rocks.
Yang Shifeng frowned at Eleven, rubbed her hair and comforted: "It's alright, you have already let go, Xiao Shi's stepmother doesn't dare to bully him so blatantly, and I will go to see Xiao Shi more in the future, he It won't be like that."
That's all there is to it.
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Early the next morning, a donkey cart was parked in front of Yang's house, and Zhu Laosan got off the donkey cart, followed by his wife, both carrying twenty pounds of pork brought to Yang Shifeng.
Yang Shifeng took the pork, gave the money according to the agreed price, and then hung the pork on the prepared hook in the air, so that the guests could see the meat as soon as they entered the door.
Eleven took Zhu Laosan's wife directly into the pharmacy and asked her to take off her clothes and lie on the bed.
Zhu Laosan's wife was very nervous, her fingers tightly clutching the sheets, and she asked anxiously, "Eleventh doctor, can I really be cured? Can I still conceive a child?"
She married her third brother at the age of seventeen. The third brother treats her like jewels, and loves her even more closely when it comes to bed. She thought she would soon be pregnant with two children. Who knows that she hasn't conceived after so many years. It was only after seeing the doctor that she knew that it was because of her body. She said that she was born with a child. She was still like jewels, and she said that if she left him, she would go with him, which kept her from giving up.
Now the eleventh doctor is her life-saving straw. If it doesn't work this time, it is estimated that she will really not be able to leave a bloodline for the third brother in this life.
Eleven said while sterilizing the silver needle: "I dare not say when it will be good, but what I can say is that it will definitely be cured, just put your heart in your stomach."
This remark is tantamount to Ding Hai Shen Zhen, Zhu Lao San's wife's eyes lit up, and her whole body is no longer so tense, "Eleventh doctor, I can hear you say that, my heart is at peace, as long as there is still a chance to be a mother in this life. , how long I will wait."
"Don't worry, it's hard for you not to be a mother after passing through my hands." After speaking, Eleven directly inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture point, and the third wife of Zhu Lao snorted in pain and clenched her teeth tightly.
Eleven glanced at her, but didn't stop because of her pain. The fallopian tubes were severely blocked. It was not easy to unblock her.
Fortunately, this seemingly soft and weak woman has a strong temperament and endured the whole process. She didn't scream until the eleventh needle was closed, which made Eleven admire her a little.
After the injection was over, Eleven gave another prescription, and then the couple was sent away.
When Eleven went out of the pharmacy, he was taken aback by the excitement in the lobby.