Huang Yiling is young and has a somewhat familiar temperament.
He put down his heavy grease bag and said, "When Dr. Wu recommended the pills to me yesterday, I originally wanted to refuse.
Fortunately, at that time, I thought of some miscellaneous books I had read before. It was written that the doctor of the Beijing Pharmacy Hall made pills and took them directly for the convenience of patients.
The efficacy of the medicine is not worse than that of the decoction, and there is no need to worry about decoction. "
Li Jin nodded slightly. He has too few contacts, and there are no free bookstores in the town.
Therefore, what he has learned so far is only a corner of the customs.
Although Huang Yiling's story is all hearsay, but at least it has some basis, Li Jin listened very carefully.
Seeing Li Jin's serious face, Huang Yiling said more and more vigorously: "These pills are sold at a rate of two, originally four yuan. I bought two copies yesterday, which is one day's supply, and Doctor Wu gave me back. One article."
Li Jin was very excited when he saw him, and thought innocently in his heart, "Brother, this pill was originally a penny a piece, but because of Doctor Wu's shrewd mind, the price abruptly doubled.
"Brother Li, if you go to buy it, Doctor Wu will definitely give you more money!"
Li Jin smiled and brought this topic over. He said, "I brought a few paintings that I made myself, and I asked Brother Huang to give pointers."
Huang Yiling also found that she said too much, she was almost like a shop assistant at the door to win over customers.
He touched his nose and picked up Li Jin's painting.
Huang Yiling had been studying painting for nearly ten years, and at a glance he could see that Li Jin was just a beginner. He smiled shyly: "Then I'm welcome."
He dipped a little tea with his fingertips and said to Li Jin, "Let's start from the details. First of all, the ink is uneven here..."
After Huang Yiling finished speaking, she laid out a new piece of paper and demonstrated it to Li Jin.
Sure enough, in the hands of a real connoisseur, this rod becomes very flexible. Li Jin practiced the brushwork for a long time before, and Huang Yiling used it casually.
After he painted it himself, he said, "If Brother Li doesn't dislike it, you can try it out, and I will correct the brushwork for you."
Li Jin could not ask for it.
They are here by the window, the lighting is good, and there are few people around.
Li Jin felt that many of the obscure contents he had read in the book had been explained, and his name for Huang Yiling changed from Brother Huang to 'Yiling'.
Although Chen Xiran previously said that reading a book is enough for a journey of painting and calligraphy, having a personal guide next to him is tantamount to getting twice the result with half the effort.
Li Jin lowered his attitude at the beginning and asked Huang Yiling for advice.
Huang Yiling said with a smile, "A Jin knows a lot about the theoretical knowledge of calligraphy and painting, which saves me a lot of time and effort.
As long as you go back and practice more on these brushwork problems, it won't take long before A Jin can draw what she wants to draw. "
Li Jin said, "Thank you Yiling."
Huang Yiling discussed some poetry writing tips with Li Jin again, and Li Jin also told him the inspiration and opportunity of making idyllic poetry without any secrets.
He even wrote another poem of his own, which took a lot of energy and piled up rhetoric, but was circled by Mr. Song with many revisions.
Of course, this poem Li Jin has also been revised according to Mr. Song's request.
Huang Yiling's eyes widened when she saw it, and she was full of praise: "I thought that the chrysanthemum poem at the Dou Poetry Conference was already the pinnacle of A Jin, and then I heard the idyllic poetry, and now I look at this kind of rhythm poetry again, and every song makes me extremely amazed. "
Li Jin said humbly, "Yi Ling is wrong."
After he finished speaking, he talked about the experience of writing this lyric poem. Huang Yiling couldn't help laughing, and the relationship between the two was quickly drawn closer.
In the end, Li Jin took the initiative to pay and asked Huang Yiling to go to Baishifang for dinner. He bought two kilograms of candy by himself, and then walked towards the village.
After Huang Yiling returned home, he first presented the eight pills he bought to Mr. Huang.
Then he told the story of his encounter with Li Jin again. Last time, he told Mr. Huang that Li Jin was actually the little genius doctor from Xinglintang.
Huang Yiling said: "Sir, wait for A Jin Muxiu next time, I will invite him to check your pulse."
Huang Xiucai said: "You have your heart. I also read Li Jin's idyllic poem and did a good job. Yesterday, I communicated with Song Xiucai and learned that the poem was entirely written by Li Jin, and he did not touch it. Word by word."
Huang Xiucai stroked his beard: "Li Jin is eighteen years old, and he will only be nineteen when he takes part in the Tongsheng exam next year. If he writes well in his eight-part essay, then the case leader is likely to be him.
You make good friends with him, and learn more from other people's diligence, don't just know how to draw all day. "
Huang Yiling agreed with a bitter face. He didn't just know how to draw, in fact, drawing is one of the ways to reduce stress.
His parents who were still in the village had high hopes for him. Every time he came to town, his eldest brother would bring him new clothes or handkerchiefs made by his mother, as well as occasionally stewed spare ribs for him.
Although the family did not say it, Huang Yiling knew that the whole family hoped that she could go to high school this time.
A scholar who has not reached the weak crown, in this remote town, he is like a genius!
But Huang Yiling also knew her strength. Xu Zifan and Zhou Qi also had their own strengths. They didn't win the first time.
Huang Yiling had nowhere to vent her pressure, she could only paint... But this was said by Mr. Huang as not doing her job properly.
There was only bitterness left in his heart.
But he also knew that he was just an ordinary farmer, but now he was living the life of a young master.
He must not disappoint his parents, eldest brother, and second brother.
Huang Xiucai looked at Huang Yiling's last firm look and let him go down to review his homework.
Pills are sold by word of mouth and repeat customers.
Huang Yiling is a living example. Zhou Gui told Li Jin today that 36 pieces were sold including yesterday.
Once there are many repeat customers, other people see that this thing is really effective, so they buy it and try it. Anyway, two pieces are only four cents, and they are not expensive.
However, Li Jin is still facing a problem now, that is, there are not enough hawthorns at home, so he can only make fifteen more. He plans to go to the mountain tomorrow and buy 200 catties of hawthorns.
The owner of the garden said last time that if it is more than 200 catties, it will be sent directly to the entrance of the village.
One pound of hawthorn is five cents, two hundred catties is one tael of silver, and the price is fair.
The main reason is that the owner's hawthorn fruit is large, sour and sweet, and of high quality. He can make candied haws for Qin Muwen every few days.
When Li Jin arrived home, the boy picked all the persimmons from the persimmon tree in his yard and hung them on the windowsill.
The two hens that were originally nesting under the persimmon tree had been following Qin Muwen, like the creditors who collected debts.
Seeing this scene, Li Jin raised the corners of his lips slightly.
Seeing that he was back, Qin Muwen stepped forward to take the basket, and then fetched water for Li Jin to wash his hands.
The two chickens really bullied the soft and feared the hard. Once Qin Muwen got close to Li Jin, they took a few steps back, pretending that nothing had happened, and didn't know what to peck on the ground.
Qin Muwen knotted the buttons of Li Jin's robe, which he carefully sewed on one by one.
Unzipping is also very easy.
Li Jin changed into the moon-white linen that he wears at home, which is convenient for practicing calligraphy and eating.
Once Qin Muwen went to the yard, the two chicken 'creditors' followed Qin Muwen closely to ask for their persimmons.
Ever since Li Daniu brought these two chickens as a gift from Li Ruo's full moon, they have been living under the persimmon tree, probably because of their relationship with the persimmon tree.
As a result, the persimmons were not long before they were completely beaten by Qin Muwen.
Two chickens are very angry...
It was the first time that Li Jin saw an angry expression on the boy's face, and then he turned his head to reason with the two chickens.
No, a threat to be precise.
"Your rations are all in my hands, and if you follow me, you won't be given it!"
It can be said that it is very fierce, but Qin Muwen did not expect that even a fierce Samoyed would be a smiling angel.
Two chickens are fearless.
Li Jin said: "It's okay, I'll find Uncle Dahe to build a chicken coop and put them in. Anyway, it will be cold in a month. It's time to build a cage for them."
Qin Muwen agreed with a face. These two chickens used to be very good, but because of the persimmon he hit today, they turned their faces and didn't recognize anyone.
As soon as Li Jin walked up to them, the two chickens pretended to look at something, but they also slowly moved towards the nest under the persimmon tree.
Too cute.
Perhaps because of Li Jin's shock, the two chickens didn't make a fuss anymore. Qin Muwen cooked a little porridge that nourished the stomach, accompanied by side salads, and waited for Li Jin to finish his calligraphy.
He would help Li Jin to light the wick of the oil lamp while Li Jin was eating.
Candlelight hit his side face, long eyelashes, soft lines, people spontaneously have a desire to protect.
Afterwards, Li Jin went out and scolded Li Dahe, saying that he lacked a chicken coop.
Li Dahe smoked a dry cigarette, squinted his eyes, and said, "How old are you, you only have two chickens, so you need to build a chicken coop?"
Li Jin said, "Then let's make a cage that can hold five chickens, and I'll go buy a few chickens after I'm done."
Li Dahe nodded: "Well, five chickens are good. Sooner or later, your family will have a second child. Recently, you have to make up for your husband."
Li Jin is no longer surprised to hear this level of words now. He nodded with a smile and said, "It's true."
Li Dahe said with a smile, "Li Zhuzi came to me a few days ago and said that he wanted to give the third child a walking game."
Li Jin wondered, "Isn't the third child in Brother Zhuzi's family just over three months old?"
Li Dahe took a sip of dry smoke: "You don't know that. I got some newly polished wood here a few days ago. Li Zhuzi is well-informed and inquired about it."
Li Jin is also welcome: "Then Uncle Dahe can't forget my buns, you have drunk buns full moon wine before."
Li Dahe was stunned: "Your bun is a brother...?"
Li Jin's face was as it should be: "Brother is also my cub, I pet him."
Li Dahe nodded: "You're in a good mood, okay, just based on your words, I'll make a few more gadgets for your buns."
Li Jin directly thanked him.
After returning, Li Jin was silent again, and then did three sets of push-ups, each set of fifty.
He now has obvious abdominal muscles on his stomach, and his chest muscles are slightly prominent. Li Jin is quite satisfied with his figure.
He entered the house after taking a bath, the boy hadn't slept yet, so he left a lamp for him.
Li Jin got into the quilt and remembered the words inspired by Li Zhuzi a long time ago...
He took the boy's hand down and said, "Wenwen, help me."