Luo Cheng saw his smile, his face that was not very good-looking, but because of this "Dad", he made his face slightly embarrassed and coughed lightly, "Is my hair combed? Very good, it's great."

This is like a personal person. Just now, he was simply a mud monkey.

I don’t know whose children were raised like this.

Li Jiaoniang looked into his hand, "What did you buy?"

"Three pieces of soap paste, half a roast chicken, a pack of salt, a pack of candy, and a handful of vegetables." Luo Cheng looked at the boy, "Can you cook?"

The boy shook his head, "No."

Luo Cheng hummed lightly, "I knew you didn't."

He put half a roast chicken and a bag of candy on the table and went to the backyard with the other stuff.

The boy looked at the bag of candy and blinked his eyes.

Li Jiaoniang opened the paper bag and said, "Eat."

Orange-flavored candies are orange and have a scent of inducing people.

The boy grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he complained, "It's not as delicious as grandma's."

Li Jiaoni smiled. Isn’t you hungry and picky?

"Who is grandma?"

"Grandma is grandma."

Li Jiaoniang sighed: "..." means not asking.

The sky gradually darkened, and the day was about to end again, and Li Jiaoniang lit the lights.

The gray-haired roll ball snatched the bag of candy and hid upstairs to eat it. It cursed, "If you dislike it, don't eat it, slap it--"

The boy was very serious about pounding medicine. He was originally all pills the size of a nail, but he pounded them all to the size of rice grains.

Then put it in a stone mill and it will be made into powder.

But it's getting late today, so I have to do this job tomorrow.

Luo Cheng cooks in the kitchen.

He is now a very qualified home cook.

Today’s supper is cut roast chicken, stir-fried vegetables, fried stream fish, hibiscus egg custard, mushroom broth, and white rice with fragrant and intestinal intestinal aura.

Li Jiaoniang and Luo Cheng are doing light physical work now, and they are not short of oil and water in their stomachs. They no longer need to eat a lot of meat to avoid being hungry like they did in Jinshan Village.

They usually eat only three dishes, sometimes the supper is noodle soup or porridge, and sometimes the buns and soup.

In short, they had very little dinner.

Today, there was an extra son. When his son grew up and wanted to eat it, Luo Cheng made two more dishes.

The boy was very interested in mushroom soup and hibiscus egg custard, and he ate almost all of the two dishes.

After the meal, Luo Cheng called the boy to go wash dishes together.

The boy looked at the bowls, plates, chopsticks in the clay pot, and grabbed the rag with a confused look on his face.

Luo Cheng sighed, "I don't think you can't. Where have you washed dishes with such good-looking hands? Let's stand aside!"

He took the rag from the boy's hand and went to wash the dishes by himself.

Li Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, I will adjust it slowly, and he will not be able to do rough work, but he will always do fine work. He just pounded the medicine very well."

The boy heard that he was praising him and grinned.

Luo Cheng snorted and brushed the bowl crisply.

Li Jiaoniang closed the clinic door and when she was sorting out the medical books, she found that one was scratched by the claws of the gray-haired rolled balls.

She was so angry that she cursed a few times, "Bite the medical book again, I'll stew you!"

The little guy was frightened and hurried under the bed upstairs and didn't dare to come out. "I thought I could eat it, but it smelled like candy."

Li Jiaoniang found a pen and ink and began to copy the damaged pages of the book.

The boy walked over and looked and said, "I know this."

Li Jiaoniang asked, "What do you know?"

He pointed to the words written by Li Jiaoniang, "This."

Li Jiaoniang: Why didn’t she expect me to go? He looks white and dresses with good materials, so he must have studied.

"Okay, you copy it as you want." Li Jiaoniang gave him the pen and smoothed the broken pages so that he could read them.

The boy glanced at it, and the thin and powerful Huizong font appeared on the paper.

Emperor Huizong recreated the thin-style characters from the previous dynasty and invented the famous thin-style font.

The font is very beautiful, thin and vigorous. Li Jiaoniang loves this font the most, but she has never learned its essence.

Now that the boy has written better handwriting than her, she wants to become a disciple.

"Who did you learn the calligraphy from?" Li Jiaoniang tried to ask about his life experience. It was really not easy to write calligraphy so well at a young age.

"Forgot."

Yes, I still don’t ask, I can’t ask anyway.

There were only a few hundred words per page, and the boy quickly copied it.

"I can still write." He said while holding the pen, still feeling unfulfilled.

"What do you write?" Li Jiaoniang couldn't understand.

"This." He pointed to the cover of the medical book, "Huangdi Neijing."

Li Jiaoni narrowed her eyes. She only had the first half of the volume of the "Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" and she had never found the second half.

In her previous life, although she was familiar with medical books, she could not recite the entire book, but only remembered the medication for each disease.

So after traveling through time, she was very keen on collecting medical books to consolidate her medical knowledge.

The boy said he could, could he have read the second half of the volume?

"Then write it down quickly." Li Jiaoniang drew the blank page again and spread it in front of the boy.

He didn't even think about it, and he picked up his pen and wrote.

I quickly wrote a page.

Li Jiaoni was overjoyed and spread another piece of paper. Similarly, she finished writing it in just a few seconds.

Li Jiaoniang simply put a large stack of paper in front of him, "Write as much as you want." She smiled, "Write more, mom will be rewarded."

The boy was happy, "I want to fly a kite."

Li Jiaoniang: "..." It's midnight, aren't you afraid of kites hanging onto the tree? "Let's change it. It's dark outside, and the kites can't see the direction and cannot fly."

The boy tilted his head and thought, "I want to read the book if there is a painting."

This one has, this one has a lot, she loves the most. Whenever Luo Cheng sees something that is sold, he will buy it immediately.

She has collected dozens of books.

"It's easy to say, I will definitely give it to you." Li Jiaoni found three books with pictures and spread them in front of him, "I've written them all for you to see."

The boy's eyes were so happy that he brightened, "Well, I want them all."

He glanced at the picture book and continued to write quickly.

I occasionally stop writing and think about it, but most of the time I write without stopping.

He wrote a page and Li Jiaoniang looked at it.

Li Jiaoniang was both surprised and happy. Did she pick up a treasure?

He was able to write the "Huangdi Neijing" word by word!

Most of the stack of paper was written, and Li Jiaoniang was tidying up excitedly.

Luo Cheng washed the dishes, cooked the bath water, and went into the main hall to call Li Jiaoni.

Li Jiaoniang gave him the medical book written by the young man, "Brother Luo Cheng, I didn't expect Cong'er's memory to be so good that he could actually write the "Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" in silence."

Luo Cheng raised his eyebrows, "How do you know that what he wrote was right?"

Li Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Of course I know. I read it well when I was a child, but he didn't have a good memory. He wrote it out. I think back to what I memorized before, but it was just a word."

Luo Cheng glanced at the boy and said, "Girl, it seems that this child is not born stupid. He has become stupid when he encounters something, right? See if his head has been injured. It is said that if his head has been injured, he will lose his memory."

Li Jiaoniang nodded, "I just happened to think of this, so I'll show him."

She put down the pile of copied medical scriptures in her hand and said to the young man, "Come on, I'll take a look at your arms."

She grabbed his arm and took her pulse.

The pulse is normal and there is no abnormality.

Li Jiaoniang reached out to stroke his forehead again, closed her eyes, and used her strange eyes to check his brain structure.
To be continued...