I had something to do yesterday, and the two chapters I owe were posted on Saturday and Sunday.

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As the saying goes, "If you don't have anything to do, you will either be traitor or steal." According to Song Mingde's understanding of Song Wen, he will never do business of losing money. Just like last time, if he hadn't wanted to get medicinal materials, he wouldn't have sent any wild boar meat. This time, there would probably be no good way to come.

"What can I do, nothing? It's just respecting the elderly and respecting the wise. Come here to see you?"

Song Mingde saw through his purpose, and Song Wen was not embarrassed, but just said with a smile.

"real?"

"Of course, there is still something wrong. I see that you have so much snake wine, so I'm afraid it will be ruined, so I want to drink some for you."

Song Mingde almost fainted when he heard this.

He has lived so old that he has never heard of the snake wine that will be damaged. He was so angry that he was so angry that he laughed and scolded: "Everyone says Bai Ze Qizi, Bai Ze Qizi, I think you are Bai Zeziziwen."

In Minnan, Bai Zhe means "lying" and Bai Zheqi is a person in southern Fujian. He is good at lying and teasing people. The people have mixed comments on him, and it is unknown whether there is someone or something.

"Where is that Bai Zeqi is making money for nothing. I'm using real money to contribute to you. Otherwise, I'll take the deer meat back?"

"Hmph, I've brought back the things I delivered to my door. I heard it for the first time."

“It’s a first time for everything,”

Seeing that Song Mingde was not angry, Song Wen walked up and said, "Uncle, can you sell some of your snake wine to me?"

Today he mainly came to buy snake wine. Last time Song Mingde had already given him a bottle. No matter how shameless he was, he would never ask him to give it. Giving him a deer meat is to respect the elderly. It is impossible to exchange it for his deer meat for his snake wine. Besides, it is impossible to exchange it for his deer meat. It is easy to see the deer meat. His deer meat can be seen. His snake wine was soaked with more than 40 kinds of medicinal herbs and five spoons as thick as an arm. How much does a bottle cost? How much does his deer meat cost?

Song Mingde glared at the ears and looked at Song Wen. When he saw Song Wen, he felt a little embarrassed and asked, "Have you drunk that bottle of snake wine?"

"Ahu took half a bottle, and I drank all the rest." Song Wen said honestly.

"That kid, he pestered me to drink wine every day, and this time he got what he wanted. Come on, stretch out his hand and let me see. This wine is not that delicious, so don't give me any root cause."

Song Wen did not dare to be negligent and quickly reached over.

"Well, the Yuanyang has not been lost, and the qi and blood are full."

Song Mingde looked at Song Wen with a strange pulse and said, "You boy, it will be difficult to marry your woman in the future. Unless you marry a few more wives, how could you stand your body?"

"What's going on?" Song Wen asked strangely.

"What's wrong? You are strong in bed, and your wife may not be able to bear it in the future."

"Uncle, look at what you said."

Song Wen is a virgin after all, and he is a little embarrassed to be said.

"I'm so old, what's so sorry? I'll take my wife to have children when you're old. You, please find one as soon as possible to vent, otherwise you'll have to suffer in the future."

"Uncle, I'm here to buy snake wine. What's the use of telling you what's there or not? It's not good to listen to it."

"What's wrong with it?" Song Mingde glared, but he still looked at the door and felt relieved when he saw that no one was there.

"You still want to drink snake wine?"

"What, can't it be?"

"OK..."

Song Mingde responded, glanced at him, laughed a few times, and then went to give him snake wine.

Seeing that Song Wen looked like he was treacherous, he was definitely not a good way to do it, but now he had something to ask others for help, so it was hard to say something bad.

"Uncle, can you make more? That's not enough for me to drink in one sip."

Seeing that he only took a glass bottle the size of a palm to hold wine, Song Wen said it was a little greedy.

"One mouthful?"

Song Mingde's eyelids twitched when he heard this. He could only drink a small sip of snake wine a day. Unexpectedly, Song Wen said that so much snake wine was not enough for him to drink it in one sip, and he almost burst into anger.

When Song Wen saw that the situation was wrong, he quickly said, "Uncle, after drinking your drink recently, I felt that my strength has increased a lot, so I wanted to drink more and see if it could increase. You can do more so that I won't go there again.

After hearing Song Wen's words, Song Mingde's face cleared a little. After looking at him, he picked up a glass bottle the size of a wine bottle and put it in it. Looking at him, he seemed a little distressed.

Song Wen looked at him and felt happy.

After the snake wine was played, Song Mingde handed Song Wen the bottles of two large and small, one small.

"Here, take it, drink it leisurely,"

Song Wen hurriedly took over and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"I don't want your money. If you have any good things in the future, remember to give me one." Song Mingde waved his hand and said.

"Do you want wolf meat?" Song Wen asked when he remembered that he still had some wolf meat.

"You even beat the wolf? Boy, be careful, don't be seen. In a few days, the Forestry Bureau will come to promote it again. Don't be caught and set a model."

"It's not my purposeful fight, it's just that it came over by itself. What's the business of me?"

Song Mingde didn't want to hear these things, but he had already warned them anyway.

"The wolf meat is too rough and it's hot. I don't want it. Just get some wolf oil for me."

He has a secret recipe of ancestral origin. He adds medicinal materials to wolf oil and boils it into black oil ointment. As long as it is applied when the burns and scalds first arise, there is no scar after the injury. This ointment also has magical effects on various skin damage caused by cold weather. However, after the wolf here was beaten away, his ancestral origin ointment was useless without materials, and now it can be opened again.

After hearing this, Song Wen nodded. It was easy to do, but it was just a little wolf oil, which was very easy.

He nodded and thanked Song Mingde, and was about to leave. Song Mingde quickly called him, grabbed a few pieces of medicine from the medicine cabinet, and asked him to take it.

"You can take this back and prepare it. If you feel the heat in your body can't hold it back, drink it. If you can't help, come to me again."

"knew."

After saying that, Song Wen walked out happily.

Song Mingde shook his head repeatedly when he saw it. If he hadn't taken the pulse just now and felt that his qi and blood were almost at a breakthrough, he wouldn't have given him wine.

After walking out of the clinic, he looked back. Song Wen felt that Song Mingde was quite kind, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. When he thought about it, he realized that this old man was so smart.

There is medicinal wine that doesn’t sell but only changes things because he is not short of money.

When others take his medicinal wine, of course they can't be like nothing. Knowing that he is a doctor, they will certainly try to get him some useful medicinal materials for him.

Behind Songjiabao is the old forest, which contains countless rare medicinal herbs. This old man doesn’t have to pick them himself, so someone comes to him. The business is so smart.

"The thief is still an old spirit!"

Song Wen sighed for a moment, walked up the street, went to the store to buy a small red mud stove and some charcoal, and then bought a casserole, and then turned back to the mountain.

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