Invincible small peasant girl

Chapter 337 Advice from colleagues

Feng Gang cleared his throat, and then said to Feng Xiaoxiao: "Sister, Dad just told me to go home early after delivery, the sweet potatoes in the field haven't been dug yet, and a few days later, the sweet potatoes will be frozen, you and Luo Dong is busy first, brother, I will leave first."

As Feng Gang said, he still had a serious look on his face. He obviously didn't want to invite guests so he shirked it like this, and Feng Xiaoxiao could tell that he was not stupid.

"Brother, how can you be like this?" Feng Xiao said meanly.

How can Feng Gang care about her? Just kidding, he can do anything if he wants to fight or carry him, but if he asks him to pretend to be thick-skinned to attract customers, I'm sorry, he is thin-skinned and can't do it.

Seeing Feng Gang running away like the wind, Feng Xiaoxiao had no choice but to turn her gaze to Luodong.

Luo Dong frowned at her. Although he didn't run away like Feng Gang, this matter was probably more difficult for him than Feng Gang.

Luo Dong has always been relatively cold in outsiders' settings. When there is nothing to do, he has a cold face, and there is no expression on his face. Only when he sees Feng Xiaoxiao, he can't help smiling.

Looking at his face that was so cold that it could freeze, Feng Xiaoxiao rubbed his forehead, he might be able to scare guests, but it might be difficult to attract guests.

Seeing this, Luo Dong walked over and said innocently: "What should we do next?"

Feng Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, "Laugh, can you?"

Luo Dong nodded, then licked the corners of his mouth towards Feng Xiaoxiao, his pair of bright eyes were extremely energetic, looking at her naturally made him want to laugh, it's not difficult at all.

Feng Xiaoxiao: "Instead of smiling at me, I asked you to dig out potential patients and then smile at them."

Hearing this, Luo Dong frowned, and smiled at the others?Or a stranger?I'm afraid that people will only think that he is the one who is sick.

Although Feng Xiaoxiao disliked her very much, she couldn't find anyone to order her except Luo Dong.

After she patiently taught Luodong the common sense and theoretical basis of soliciting for a long time, Luodong looked at her half-understanding, and then shook his head mercilessly.

Feng Xiaoxiao: "..."

There are more and more people on the street, and there are many stalls not far away.

A few colleagues passed by Feng Xiaoxiao's stall, glanced at the medicinal herbs in front of Fengxiao's stall, and then at Feng Xiaoxiao, their eyes naturally revealed a mocking look.

It is estimated that others thought she was here to make a joke.

The booth closest to her was an old man in his fifties. After setting up the booth, the old man saw that there were no customers, so he looked at Feng Xiaoxiao.

"Little girl, are you looking after the stall for the adults?" The old man misunderstood that she was a stallkeeper. Feng Xiaoxiao glanced around, only to find that the people who set up the stall here were all old men except her.

What's more, she is still a young woman, so it's no wonder that people misunderstand her as a spectator.

Feng Xiaoxiao shook her head and said, "Old man, I'm just setting up a stall, not looking after it."

Hearing the words, the old man was taken aback for a long time before he realized it. After he realized it, he said in disbelief: "What kind of stall are you, a little girl? You have to set up a medicine stall? Little girl, do you know, It’s no fun if a patient takes your wrongly prepared medicine and dies. Sigh, it’s better for you to go back and set up a steamed stuffed bun stall or something like that, after all, the most you’ll get is diarrhea, and it won’t be a big deal.”

Feng Xiaoxiao: "..."

Glancing at the Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases next to Feng Xiaoxiao, the old man said anxiously: "Well, people nowadays think that they are proficient in medicine after reading two medical books, but they don't know that every patient's condition is different. , the subtleties have to be weighed by the doctor himself, instead of blindly following the book, the book is dead, but the disease is alive."

(End of this chapter)