After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 92 092

Zhao Li left here angrily, and after walking a few steps, he found that no one came out to keep him, and he became more and more angry, hugging his pile of things and cursing secretly.

"What, I'm going to buy a few catties to eat enough."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Li touched his money bag, which was now deflated.

He spent a lot of money to buy those supplements for Jinfeng today, and he has no money left.

Zhao Li snorted coldly: "There's still a lot to eat."

But there is no way, this is what he bought for his future son, and now he has to give it to Jin Feng even if he is reluctant to part with it.

With the expectation of his future son in mind, Zhao Li went to the bullock cart with his things and prepared to go home.

Here, Zhao Dacheng finally controlled the patient who suddenly vomited blood.

Considering that this person's family conditions are not bad, he wants to prescribe some foreign medicine for this person. Although it is more expensive, it will have a quick effect.

However, the family refused.

This man's family, the old woman who took care of him all the way shook her head like a rattle.

"No foreign medicine, that's not good, we only take Chinese medicine."

The old man over there also nodded.

Zhao Dacheng really wanted to explain the usefulness of foreign medicine to these two people and correct their prejudice.

But the old woman would not listen at all.

She waved her hand.

"Don't tell me this, we don't use this medicine. I still remember when I was a child, those western red-skinned ghosts sold us poisonous and addictive things. It is very useful to eat that, and it doesn't hurt when a leg is broken.

The results of it?I eat it every day, and my baby and mother-in-law sell it to get the money to eat it. The people who eat it are neither human nor ghost, hmph, you think I don’t know?

I advise you, don't take any foreign medicines, and eat our own things, don't worry, those red-skinned ghosts don't have any good things. "

Zhao Dacheng sighed.

"Okay, then I'll prescribe some Chinese medicine for you to drink at home."

The old woman nodded: "This is what I want. It's better to go slowly, but it's safe."

Zhao Dacheng didn't say anything more, he wrote a list and took the medicine for the two.

The little apprentice stood at the door, helped the old woman to support the old man, and sent the two away.

Today's patients can be regarded as seeing more or less.

Zhao Dacheng stood at the door, frowned slightly, and sighed.

The little apprentice looked up at his master.

"Master, is this foreign medicine really good?"

Zhao Dacheng: "Actually, it's all the same reason. Foreign medicine is equivalent to gathering a lot of useful things in a pile, so the effect is quick."

The little apprentice thought deeply, "Isn't that also very toxic?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dacheng shook his head: "This is not necessarily the case, but the medicine has great properties and other effects, including some bad effects.

In fact, that person should have gone to the hospital just now. He needs to be operated on. Medication alone is useless. "

Little apprentice: "Then why don't you go?"

Zhao Dacheng: "They have experienced different things before, so they don't believe in Western medicine, and most people don't dare to have surgery. Some of them think that surgery is against the law."

After hearing this, the little apprentice didn't make a sound, and lowered his head to think silently.

Zhao Dacheng smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen, and patted the little apprentice on the shoulder lightly: "Okay, let's go in and eat."

The little apprentice shook his head: "I want to watch the door."

Zhao Dacheng: "Now there are no one else, let's go in and eat together."

The little apprentice refused, he shook his head and insisted on guarding the door.

Zhao Dacheng didn't persuade any more, and went inside by himself.

At this time, Zhao Yuanxi had brought out the last pea sharp tofu soup.

Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Yuanlan scooped up the rice and set the dishes.

Zhao Dacheng: "I said that Kangkang and Sicheng have no good food. Every time they eat good food, they can't eat hot food. They only come back at night to eat leftovers."

Tang Siwen untied his apron and came out.

She disagrees with this statement.

"Why didn't I pick them out first and put them there. The leftovers after eating are called leftovers, and the ones picked out first are not counted."

Zhao Dacheng smiled and sat down in the upper seat, picked up his rice bowl, and ate a piece of fatty meat fried with dried pickles and wild onions.

"Hmm~"

Zhao Dacheng couldn't help nodding while eating: "Wild pork and wild onion, it's so fragrant, fat but not greasy."

Tang Siwen looked at Zhao Dacheng like this, and sneered: "What are you pretending to be, you are dead laughing."

Zhao Dacheng ate another stir-fried pork liver with chopsticks, and couldn't help sighing: "This kind of pickled pepper is still delicious."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't bear it anymore, and sat down with the other two sisters and began to eat.

Tang Siwen brought a bowl of food to the little apprentice, and the last one sat on the table and started eating.

Because it was too delicious, several people did not speak.

Zhao Yuanle thinks that stir-fried pork liver with pickled peppers is the best, and the heat is well controlled. With the addition of shredded sour radish, it is sour, spicy and fragrant. A chopstick of pickled pepper foam can make a few big mouthfuls of rice.

Zhao Yuanlan next to her was slapped with hot mouth.

Zhao Yuanxi quickly scooped up a spoonful of pea and sharp tofu soup for her.

After finishing the soup, Zhao Yuanlan sighed, "It's delicious."

After she finished speaking, she began to bury her head in eating again.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the soup and asked, "Didn't you dip it in water?"

Like this kind of clear soup with tofu, you can't eat it with a bowl of water.

Zhao Yuanxi smiled: "After making money today, people are more particular about it."

Tang Siwen: "Next time you come, the aunt will get it for you."

Zhao Yuanlan next to her suddenly raised her head from her rice bowl: "It will be a long time next time, my mother won't let me come this time."

Zhao Dacheng spoke.

"Xiao Lan, don't be afraid, Uncle called you to come, come if you want."

Zhao Yuanlan nodded: "That's right, I'll tell my mother that when I get back."

When Zhao Yuanle heard this, he couldn't help but want to laugh. He was choked and coughed.

Zhao Yuanxi thoughtfully scooped up a bowl of soup for Zhao Yuanle.

Tang Siwen was a little bit emotional: "Everyone says that the young ones are evil, but I don't think our family is the same. The young ones are the most stupid."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I think so too."

Naturally, this small one is not what I said.

Zhao Yuanlan didn't notice it at all, and continued to cook with her head down.

After eating and washing the dishes, both Zhao Yuanxi and Zhao Yuanlan stared at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle sighed inwardly.

In order to maintain her personality, she now has to go to Chunhui Bookstore to put on a show.

Zhao Yuanle: "I'll go over there, you just wait here."

Zhao Yuanxi: "Let's go together, just watch outside, don't go in."

Zhao Yuanle thought about it and took out a silver dollar.

"We have to go back at night. It's too time-consuming. Why don't you go shopping and I'll go to the bookstore, so the two of us can finish it in about the same time."

Zhao Yuanxi wanted to say something else, but Zhao Yuanlan had already taken the silver dollar, and happily dragged Zhao Yuanxi to buy food. Zhao Yuanxi had no choice but to be pulled over by Zhao Yuanlan.

Zhao Yuanle breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)