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Chapter 153 Daddy, cook me!
When Zhao Heng heard the noise and came out, he didn't look at the crowd. Instead, his eyes were patrolling the gods and demons in the bamboo courtyard, obviously looking for something.

Then, he saw Changmao squatting in front of the small pharmacy.

"Go back, I know where they are." Zhao Heng looked back at everyone and said to several people.

Wang Chunniang saw Zhao Heng's eyes clearly, and she immediately took Lin Xiang and Song back to the house. Seeing this, the old Yao Wang had to go back with doubts.

After everyone returned to the room, Zhao Heng walked towards the small pharmacy.

Changmao is a very humane dog. Zhao Xuan's life and death are uncertain now, so he is guarding Ah Bao honestly. I am afraid that even Ah Bao himself has not noticed that Changmao has been guarding her.She was sleeping in the house, and Changmao was standing guard outside that room.

Now, Changmao is guarding the door of the small pharmacy, which means that A Bao must be in the small pharmacy.

But just now Lin Xiang had searched the entire yard and couldn't find them. That only meant... that they were hidden in a place that no one else could guess.

Zhao Heng raised his feet and walked towards the small pharmacy step by step.As he walked inside, his hands hanging by his sides were already turning white.

Zhao Heng looked around the small pharmacy. There was no place to hide people, except... the big pot.

He walked over step by step, and then... reached out and lifted the lid of the big pot.

There seemed to be two people squatting in the big pot.The wounds on Jiang Ting's body were not healed yet, and he was squatting inside. Zhao Heng took Jiang Ting out first and quickly took him to Lin Xiang's house.

"Explain it to your Aunt Xiang." After saying this, Zhao Heng went back to see his fat daughter.

The chubby Abao was squatting in the big pot. Even though she was discovered by Zhao Heng, she still didn't move. She was still squatting in the pot. When she saw Zhao Heng, she just raised her eyes and shrank her neck subconsciously. .

"Tell me, what are you doing squatting here?" Zhao Heng said in a cool voice, looking down at the little guy squatting in the cauldron.

Abao looked at Zhao Heng's serious look. She trembled for a moment. The next second, big tears rolled down her face uncontrollably. The little guy trembled his little body and made a whimpering sound. He said: "Brother is short of medicine!"

This is the first time that Abao has spoken the word "brother" clearly in all the time he has been in the Zhao family.

She had red eyes and looked at Zhao Heng helplessly, while squeezing her neck and crying: "Daddy hid my son... wu wu... I can't save my brother, cook me..." It’s more useful than ginseng.”

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth and lifted the person out of the pot.

"Cook you?" Zhao Heng was obviously angry. He wanted to say, this is not something that a child should consider. A son is a child, so isn't a daughter?
A child is a child, and she will not be asked to risk her life to save others just because she is a little ginseng.

But when the words came to his mouth, he was only angry.

A Bao had been in the pot for about ten minutes. Now the weather was cold at night. Seeing that A Bao's lips were turning white, Zhao Heng took off his robe and wrapped the baby up without giving it to Lin. Xiang or Wang Chunniang took it with them themselves.

In the end, he didn't say a word.

………………

Early the next morning, Zhao Heng was waiting in the bamboo courtyard very early. He held Abao, who was still sleeping, in his arms. Abao was covered with a thick blanket.

Wang Chunniang walked out of the house and saw Zhao Heng sitting there like a statue.

"Is there any news?" Wang Chunniang stepped forward, touched Abao's head, and asked Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng shook his head: "Not yet." Seeing this, Wang Chunniang got up and went to work on breakfast.Jiang Ting was also covered in wounds. His arm had just been reattached, but it still hurt a lot. He walked quietly to Zhao Heng's side, raised his little hand and touched A Bao's head. Seeing that A Bao had no fever, he He took back his hand and said nothing.

Two stuffy bottles, one big and one small, were sitting there, like two door gods.

During this period, Mrs. Song and the old Medicine King wanted to call them into the house, but no one listened.

Until, after a while, Chen Jiu rushed back with something.

Chen Jiu's journey was turbulent. Surprisingly, Xiao Hui was also following behind Chen Jiu.

"Master, I brought the things back." Chen Jiu handed the box in his arms to Zhao Heng. Zhao Heng held Abao in one hand and opened the box with the other.

"Send it in." He checked it and said to Chen Jiu.

Seeing Chen Jiu entering the house to look for the old medicine king, Zhao Heng stood up with A Bao in his arms. Maybe because he squatted in the pot most of the night last night, A Bao still hadn't woken up yet.

"You also go back." When Zhao Heng raised his feet, he said to Jiang Ting on the side.

Jiang Ting still didn't speak, nor did he go back to his room, but followed Chen Jiu.

He wanted to see if what Uncle Chen brought back could save his elder brother's life.

in the house,
The old medicine king looked at the box of dry grass-like plants that Chen was holding in his arms with great surprise. He said in surprise: "Where did you get this thing? This is a medicinal herb from abroad. We, Langzhou, are far away from the country." It’s far away.”

"We found someone from the warehouse to do it." Chen Jiu lied seriously. He didn't dare to tell the little old man that the warehouse in Langzhou had been taken over by them.

In the past few months, Woziling has been making a lot of money by relying on medicinal herbs and the Jinchuang medicine and other medicines provided by Zhao Heng. Not to mention the two caravans in the warehouse are constantly making money. Going back and forth is also a huge profit.

The boss is really the smartest person I have ever met...

"Chun Niang, hurry up, light the fire, I'm going to make medicine. It depends on whether these foreign herbs can replace the effects of ginseng." The old medicine king said, rushing towards his small pharmacy. He trotted away.

Seeing this, Chen Jiu retreated to Zhao Heng's side.

"The boss." Chen Jiu avoided Jiang Ting and lowered his voice and said to Zhao Heng: "The news I bought from the spies said that Han Yue has not returned to Beijing and should... still be in Langzhou."

"I understand." Zhao Heng hummed.

However, Han Yue is not Jiang Shusheng and can be dealt with immediately. Dealing with him is always more troublesome.

"Master, there is one more thing." Chen Jiuyu hesitated and refused to leave, and then said to Zhao Heng slowly.

Zhao Heng raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Buying information from spies... is too expensive. Let's train spies ourselves!" Chen Jiuyue said, his voice getting softer. It was obvious that he was not sure whether he could complete this matter.

Now he feels more and more...that he is not a serious bandit...

(End of this chapter)