Chapter 1812 Chapter 1812

Feng Jiu followed and walked out, only to notice that the courtyard was full of herbs, and there were still some rubbing things in the courtyard. It seems that this old man is still a pharmacist?

"Grandpa Tan, you are the only one in your family?" Feng Jiu looked around and saw that he was the only one in the yard. ?August 1? Chinese? w≈w≥w≠． ≤8≈1≤z≤w≥. =c≈o≈m≠

"Yeah." The old man replied, arranging the herbs on the shelf, ignoring Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu sat down in the courtyard, resting her chin in one hand, and squinting her eyes, staring at the figure with her back facing her arranging the herbs, thinking in her heart, that Treasure House is secretly doing something. ? And who was the old man on the second floor at that time?

"Why haven't you left?" After about half an hour, the old man turned around, glanced at the young man sitting on the stairs in the courtyard, and frowned, "Why don't you leave?"

"Ah? Where are you going?" Feng Jiu blinked and asked.

"Go back to your house." The old man said.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu couldn't help but smile, her eyes narrowed into a line, and she looked at him with a full smile: "Grandpa Tan, didn't you say that? I'm your grand-nephew! I'm here to defect to you this time. ."

Hearing this, the old man was speechless: "This old man is saving you for you." Why did he still depend on him?

"Save me? But, I didn't see any danger!" Feng Jiu smiled naively.

Hearing this, the old man felt a sigh of relief in his chest. He didn't speak any more. He just glanced at Feng Jiu, then turned around and entered the room.

Feng Jiu got up, patted the dusty Tsing Yi on her body, and followed behind the old man: "Grandpa, there are two rooms in this yard, is this room for me?"

She was not polite. She pushed open the door and looked inside. The room was neat and had everything it should have, but the room should have been unoccupied for a long time, and the table was stained with a layer of dust.

In the evening, in the small courtyard, on the stone table, the old man stared blankly at the side dishes in front of him. He didn't know what to think. He just glanced at Feng Jiu and then picked up the dishes with chopsticks with a sullen face.

"Grandpa Tan, eat more." Feng Jiu took some for the old man, and felt strange, this old man Tan is already a cultivator in the middle stage of Fei Xian, and his strength is very powerful, but he has also suppressed his strength. down?

Feng Jiu just relied on the old man and lived in this small yard. In fact, it was just her whim. She felt that the old man was strange, so she thought that there was nothing to rush to do anyway, so she stayed. Check it out.

Therefore, in the next two days, she slept until she woke up naturally during the day, and then went out to buy food. By the way, she bought some goat milk and brought it back to the little milk tiger to eat. In her spare time, she went to the place where the old man set up the stall to help watch the little girl. stall.

To put it bluntly, it is to sit and watch the old man do business. Because, after grinding the elixir into powder, Mr. Tan prepared some commonly used medicinal powders and took them to the market medicine stalls to sell. Occasionally, he would take a bottle or two to the Jubaolou to barter.

On the day he met her, Mr. Tan took the medicine to barter, but since that day, in the next two days, he did not go to the Jubaolou again.

Some acquaintances saw that the stall was originally only Tan Lao sitting there with a sullen face, but now suddenly there was a handsome young man sitting next to him, and they couldn't help laughing and asked: "Tan Lao, who is this young man?"

Without waiting for Old Tan to answer, Feng Jiu next to him smiled and said with narrowed eyes, "It's my grand-nephew."