Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1120 - 1096. Position

The group lingered at the clinic for quite a while.

It seems that contemporary young people have the same interest in traditional Chinese medicine and fortune-telling, to the extent that they don’t hesitate to spend money on medicine.

To be honest, a pill costing 199 is quite expensive, but they buy radishes at 20 per pound and it’s still in demand!

Doctor Xiaoguo really doesn’t want to sell it—it’s not hunger marketing, but due to high repurchase rates, there’s really not much left of the medicine.

Thinking it over, she had to bring out another jar from the room: "You young folks really don’t need it, but since you’re guests of Qiaoqiao, I’ll give you some Golden Sakura sauce to take back to brew with water."

Speaking of Golden Sakura, Qiaoqiao remembered: "Ah! My sister asked me to pick some vegetables as gifts for you guys, but I’ve been accompanying you for the medical visit and haven’t picked them."

What?

After the half-hour acupuncture, Five Hundred Years just had his needles removed and dramatically rolled over like a seal:

"Why do you care about us? I’m not worth anything! Go pick vegetables, Baobao!"

"Exactly, exactly!" The two girls pulling Qiaoqiao to take photos quickly urged him: "Teacher Qiaoqiao, you go do your thing! We’ll take care of ourselves—pick more! My suitcase is 24 inches, it can fit!"

Ouch!

This is crucial; at this moment, Five Hundred Years regretted not bringing a suitcase, just a backpack.

The four people who came with the firefighters and Wo Jing regretted it even more.

They didn’t embarrass themselves to the point of a stomachache, but they came claiming to see dogs and only glanced at them before running here to buy medicine...

How ridiculous to say it out loud!

The only consolation was that the middle-aged man who bought medicine earlier was also from Ning City, proving that the medicine in this place really has miraculous effects, right?

Thinking this way, a few people couldn’t help feeling guilty.

Zhu Xin quickly said, "Um...Qiaoqiao, why don’t we head back together first? You go pick vegetables, we’ll go see the dogs."

"Sure!" Qiaoqiao eagerly agreed: "Then you have to watch carefully, the dogs eat very appreciably. If you watch well, can we bring a few back next year? Our family acquired more land!"

Modern young people are interested in everything. Speaking of the dogs, everyone quickly wanted to see them too! So they grabbed their Golden Sakura sauce and followed swiftly.

Doctor Xiaoguo pouted at the back—tsk, they don’t appreciate her Golden Sakura sauce, huh? I’ll wait for them to ask for my business card and add me on WeChat.

Hmph!

However, this large group of people didn’t realize and instead eagerly asked:

"Teacher Qiaoqiao, you said we could take a photo with Da Wang when we came over, can we?"

"Not just Da Wang, I also want to see the pigs—what do they eat every day?"

"Can Da Wang really eat a tiger?"

...

After such dawdling, the tricycle rode back to the yard at 2 o’clock. More important than taking photos with Da Wang was—

The Song Family was to take photos with the leadership.

So Qiaoqiao was called over: "Hurry up, change into your new clothes."

Meanwhile, Wu Lan was confidently holding her head high, silently looking for a spot in the yard.

Qiaoqiao stared wide-eyed: "Mom, you’ve changed so much!"

Wu Lan was quite proud: "Right? I think I almost don’t look like myself..."

She applied foundation, trimmed and defined her eyebrows, and put on a lighter layer of lipstick.

With Lun Chuan’s perspective, there naturally was great room for improvement. But for today’s photo session, it was as appropriate as possible.

And he did his duty by finding a black long coat from a pile of clothes (it was rumored to be bought in recent years, bought for just over 100 yuan, so the quality, craftsmanship, and material were really not commendable).

But paired with Song Sancheng’s white shirt, Wu Lan happily wore skinny pants and a pair of large-sized short boots kindly provided by Lun Jing...

"I look really stylish, right, Tantan?"

Song Tan, still in his jacket, seriously nodded: Of course! Just to find these two outfits, they rummaged through and pulled out clothes they hadn’t been willing to throw away.

Hopefully, Wu Lan wouldn’t object to throwing them away later.

Only Song Sancheng was left unaccompanied, similarly wearing a coarse jacket, making him deeply concerned.

This was going to be a photo with city leadership! He’d have to stand next to the leaders, and yet didn’t have many good clothes to show off.

Later, when the picture was enlarged and hung in the living room, would the relatives passing by talk?

He found himself unusually conflicted.

...

Lao Song’s family was ready, and the media was also ready. However, after searching for angles for half a day, the yard still couldn’t form a lineup.

The cameraman quietly approached the secretary.

"Director, where should we set up the lights?"

The secretary was also quite troubled:

"You ask me, who should I ask—you just stay prepared."

He had just told the leadership that after the photo session they would head out, as there were plans for the afternoon. But the leader was there holding a cup and talking enthusiastically, never letting the smile drop.

He wasn’t unacquainted with Secretary Wang and SW’s leadership, and he noticed that the leadership was especially courteous to those few elderly gentlemen...

But no matter how much he noticed, without forming a lineup, it wasn’t his place to speak.

However, the city wasn’t in a hurry, but the province was. They needed to drive back as soon as possible, since they had an early meeting the next day.

So, pushing and shoving, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng were getting anxious, and Lao Zhu hurriedly urged them:

"It’s the end of the year, everyone has plenty of things going on, but rest assured, I understand your intentions, so go ahead with your business."

Secretary Wang courteously acknowledged this and took the initiative to suggest:

"Right, it’s late, the sun is nice outside, why don’t we all take a photo together."

They were tactfully discussing under the veranda, where everyone knew the lineup by heart. But they couldn’t escape the fact that among the group of nine, seven were in private visits.

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"Come, come, leader, you stand in the middle, and we’ll stand on either side, okay?"

The city leader felt his old tears almost flowing: You’re not asking for my life; you’re trying to grasp my political life tightly!

He repeatedly refused: "We can’t do this, we can’t do this...Brother Song, you see, it’s a rare occasion for us to come together from all corners of the earth, why don’t we ignore identities and just look at age for the photo?"

Saying this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sour inside.

Because this exceptionally young provincial leader was only two years older than him, who was from the city (T＿T).

"Come on, you few from the Imperial City, stand in the middle; after all, distant guests are guests!" he braced himself to organize.

Uh?

Wu Lan and Song Sancheng exchanged bewildered glances—they only wanted a photo with the leadership, yet this leader seemed so approachable, involving not only those two procurement people but also inviting Lao Zhu and his group?

That...now this huge group, when the photo is enlarged and hung on the wall, who will know what’s important!

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