A chicken costs a thousand dollars, which is indeed a bit worthless.

After all, a chicken is worth more than fifty yuan, and he can't use the stone-to-spotting technique to make gold. He has already understood Qi Yun with his eyes. If no one really buys it, ask her to buy one and he will pay back.

Unexpectedly, netizens were so generous, but he did not intend to let kind-hearted netizens suffer this loss. It is not a long-term solution to sell goods in the atmosphere and is not good for the village or system upgrade.

"Stand here for me, I'll sell it to you now." Yu Zhen said to the chicken dealer.

After saying that, he ignored him and turned to ask about Uncle Yang's condition, and then took out a plaster from his bag.

"This is the wind-chasing dampness patch I made. Uncle Yang, please try it."

"The plaster is of little use. I don't know how much I pasted this thing, and I took a lot of medicine," Mr. Yang became a doctor for a long time and sighed endlessly, "Hey, my legs are probably beyond help."

"Try it, maybe the roots I did are different from others."

"Okay, I'll try it."

Uncle Yang pulled up his pants and put the plaster on his dry knees.

Less than a minute, he frowned tightly.

"hiss……"

"What's wrong?"

"It feels a little hot," Mr. Yang sucked his breath while gently massaged his knees with his hands. "It's not outside, but inside the knees, like burning fire.

"Hey, no, why is it getting cold again?

"Wow, it's getting hot again!"

Seeing his exaggerated expression, netizens burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha, the old man's acting skills are as good as the young man!"

"Oscar said he owes him a little golden man."

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. This is our village chief's plaster that works well!"

Just as the live broadcast room was in full swing, Uncle Yang suddenly stood up from his chair.

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

As he said that, he walked carefully for a few steps and found that it was really no longer painful, so he walked even more boldly.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

Qiu Yun, who was taking a cell phone, said a little worriedly: "Grandpa Yang, please wait!"

"It's okay," Uncle Yang walked into the yard happily and did a few squat exercises. "Do you see, I'm fine if I go to the field to work now!"

"Impossible, is the effect really so magical?"

"Hahaha, I'm so laughing. Is the uncle's acting a little too real?"

"It's not necessarily just acting. I think this is really an ordinary old man in the mountains. He doesn't seem to be a fool who can act."

"Yes, what the village chief takes out is amazing now, I'm a little convinced anyway."

...

"Captain Yu," Mr. Yang's vicissitudes of face was a little excited, "Where did you buy this plaster? I'll buy more."

"I made this myself and can't buy it outside," Yu Zhen said, "I brought a few pictures today. You can use them first. If it's not enough, come to me to get it."

"Thank you, thank you, village chief," Mr. Yang held a few plasters in his hand and wiped tears unexpectedly. "Xiaotian's father works outside and never sees anyone all year round. If I can't move anymore, the child will be too hard. Now, with this plaster, I can work!"

"Don't be so polite." Yu Zhen smiled and turned to face the camera of the mobile phone. "Today I bought Mr. Yang's Tujia, I will give me a special wind-chasing and damp-removing patch, and a whitening mask. The quantity is limited, and you are welcome to buy it."
Chapter completed!