A small peasant girl

Chapter 861

The popularity of hot pot is very hot. Wenzi knows this better than anyone else. If you want to think about the previous life, the status of hot pot in food is not inferior to any cuisine.

"Besides hot pot, do you eat anything else?" Wenzi couldn't help sighing in his heart when he saw the foreigner who was sweating profusely but said hot pot with a boyish smile on his face. They are all indispensable.

"No, I only like to eat hot pot now. Mutton is delicious, beef is delicious, shrimp balls are delicious, even fried dough sticks are very delicious, and there are many delicious delicacies, all of which are very, very delicious." The foreign boy recalled what he had eaten, and swallowed uncontrollably.

But in the next moment, the foreign boy showed an embarrassed expression on his face, and he increased the strength of his fingers to stop the pain from his abdomen.

"Illness comes from the mouth, you know?" Wenzi didn't reach out to find out because of the intimacy between men and women, but kept catching the behavior of the foreign boy with his eyes, and said with a gambling expression, "You may be If you eat too much, your stomach won’t be able to hold that much food at once.”

"Then, what should I do then?" After listening to Wenzi's analysis, the old foreign man frowned involuntarily as he recalled the food that the foreign boy had eaten before, "Money, I have a lot of money, as long as you think of a way, money is not a problem. "

In front of foreign elders, money is a kind of pass that is easy to use. No matter to officials or people, as long as enough money is given, it will be easy to get things done.

"Don't worry, I will calculate the money with you slowly." Wenzi somewhat disliked the attitude of the foreigner's old man to talk about the money and keep the money in his mouth, as if in front of him, being rich is very important.

However, when Wenzi thought of the secret recipe of glass products hidden in the hands of foreigners, his mind gradually became active. If he could establish a good relationship with the foreigners in front of him, he might be lucky and have opportunities for cooperation in the future.

"Xiaoying, help me find some clean water around here." Wenzi was talking to Xiaoying outside, she knew that with Xiaoying's skills, finding some clean people in the vicinity must be better than the weak foreigners in front of her eyes It's easier for old people.

"Yes, girl, I'll go right away." Xiaoying recognized the short knife drawn out by the foreigner's old man earlier, knowing that people of their status are the most taboo to play tricks, so she felt relieved to leave Wenzi between the two big men .

However, Xiaoying is not absolutely reassuring and trusting of the foreigners. When she left the big tree, she had already used a code to notify the guards belonging to Wenzi who were hiding around, so that these people would be smarter.

Xiaoying borrowed a poor-looking and worn-out porcelain bowl from a nearby farmhouse. After asking the villagers for permission, she filled some clean water and walked towards the big tree, "Girl, clean water I got it."

"What, what do you want to do?" The old man of the foreign race still had a worried expression on his face, and the nervousness came out of his eyes. Just in case, he said directly, "Come on, give me the water first." Drink a sip."

"It's just such a little water, why don't you rush to drink it?" Xiaoying lost her temper a little. If she wanted to trot all the way over with a chipped porcelain bowl in her hand, it would be a waste of time to keep the water inside from spilling out. A lot of effort.

"Uncle Bo, it's okay." The sixth sense of the foreign youth told himself that the chubby rural girl in front of him didn't look like the person sent by that person to assassinate him, "And then, what are you going to do? "

"En." Wenzi winked and asked Xiaoying to pass the porcelain bowl to the foreigner's old man, and then she found some proprietary medicines for bad stomach from the small cloth bag she carried with her.

Opening the lid on the small porcelain bottle, Wenzi poured out two or three, looked up at the tortured face of the foreign boy, and poured out another two or three, "Drink it with water, if you are lucky, maybe It won't hurt so much in a while."

"What are you?" The foreigner's old man, whose vigilance had been heightened, kept staring at Wenzi, not letting go of any of Wenzi's small movements, as if he wanted to find some clues from Wenzi's body or expression.

"Uncle Bo." After the foreigner boy called out to the foreigner old man, his eyes reflected a hint of not allowing others to interrupt, then he reached out to take the medicine handed over by Wenzi, put it in front of his nose, smelled the smell, and said with a smile, "I I have also taken your proprietary medicine before, and the effect is particularly good."

The foreign boy is a quasi-foodie. He can't stop talking when he encounters delicious food, and he doesn't care if his stomach can hold it. The attitude of eating as much as he can earn has made him suffer from stomach pains many times before.

"Oh, really?" Wenzi listened to the foreign boy's words, watched the foreign boy put the medicine directly into his mouth, and suddenly had an idea, thinking that it might work to replace the glass products with the medicine.

Wenzi wants glass products so much, not because she wants to sell them at a high price, but because she finds that glass plays an important role in the lives of ordinary people.

The people here mostly light kerosene lamps at night, which are easily knocked down or extinguished by the wind, and the illumination is not strong, which can easily cause unnecessary fires.

People with better family conditions will use more expensive candles, but these candles are prone to smoke, and smelling too much is not good for the body.

Thinking that there are still thousands of things to do, Wenzi's heart suddenly fell again. The research and development of environmentally friendly candles has become one of the plans in Wenzi's mind.

"Well, by the way, I don't know if I may take the liberty to ask, Miss, where did you buy the patent medicine on your body?" The foreign boy felt that the Wenzi in front of him was just a simple and kind-hearted rural girl, and didn't feel that Wenzi and Wenzi were the same. Off-the-shelf medicine can be related.

"It's sold in medical clinics, but it doesn't seem to be easy to sell to outsiders. I have to ask a doctor to prescribe a prescription. I don't know the details." Wenzi looked like an outsider. Will easily say that he is one of the people who developed the medicine.

"I know this. If you don't get sick, the medical clinic won't sell it alone." Thinking of this, the eyes of the young man of the foreign nationality suddenly lost their light. a conditional constraint.

"Well, it seems to be like this." Wenzi nodded pretending to understand a little, then put the small porcelain bottle in his cloth bag, stood up, and planned to leave.

Maybe it was because Wenzi was a little anxious when she got up, and she was a little anemic now, and she suddenly felt that her eyes were dark and she couldn't see anything.

And just when Wenzi opened her eyes, the surrounding environment suddenly changed from big trees, foreigners and Xiaoying to only her and the old lady who was playing with the missing.

Wenzi, who was so stunned that his jaw was about to drop, opened his eyes wide, with an unbelievable expression on his face, and after a long pause, he said, "Old woman, why, how could it be you?"

　Yanhe blackened some characters, these are the needs of the plot, please understand, hehe\(^o^)/~
　　
　
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