I eat property in Datang

Chapter 61 Can I Pull Your Beard

"So that's the case, Mr. Xiaolang wants to use this as an example and spread it to all parts of Chang'an City." Sun Simiao nodded slightly. It is true that feces attract mosquitoes and flies. If it is true that this filth can be hidden and transformed, Mosquitoes and flies have no place to breed, which can indeed reduce the occurrence and spread of diseases.

"That's why you invented mosquito coils in Dameng, and it's also for the people of the world, to prevent and control this plague!" Cheng Chumo diverted his thoughts and made up his own brain, and he couldn't help showing a deep sense of admiration.

"Mosquito-repellent incense is indeed a good thing, Mr. Xiaolang is really a wonderful person." Sun Simiao has also heard of the miraculous effect of mosquito-repellent incense, and made a low-efficiency version according to a simple formula.

Unexpectedly, this thing was also created by Huang Meng.

The two are related, and I can't help but follow Cheng Chumo's thinking to make up.

Huang Meng felt a little embarrassed, touched the bridge of his nose and replied lightly: "Ah! This is considered! Mosquito coils are not worth mentioning! Not worth mentioning!"

"Since Mr. Xiao Lang has a draft of the method of prevention and control, he is also practicing it. I believe it will prove its benefits in a short time." Sun Simiao pinched his all-white beard and said:

"So Mr. Xiaolang, please tell me in detail about the cure for the plague."

There was a spring breeze on Sun Simiao's face.

There are also some unfathomable.

Huang Meng stared at the old man for a long time, and finally stopped talking about it, and said, "The miracle doctor's method of curing the plague is a bit troublesome, and I can't finish talking about it for a while, and I only have theory here, and I haven't really practiced it."

Cheng Chumo listened to the head and the two, and stared at the big bull's eyes.

Secretly squeezed the sweat.

My big brother, you are cheating, you have cheated the old man.

Don't look at the old Taoist age, but the force is definitely higher than himself.

Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu took the old way down the mountain, and they walked down the mountain, but they still learned from it.

It was found that this old man was not only good at medicine, but also as good as those elders who drove on the battlefield.

If Huang dared to deceive people in ASEAN, he would definitely die in a rather ugly way.

Even Qin Huaiyu, who entered the courtyard with Uncle Zhong, stopped abruptly.

But Sun Simiao praised after hearing the words: "Mr. Xiao Lang is really an honest person. Now the old Taoist believes that Mr. Xiao Lang really has a cure."

"Eh! You really believe it, you're not afraid that I'll fool you down the mountain!" Huang Dameng felt a little embarrassed.

Sun Simiao nodded and said: "This plague is just a general term, not a specific disease, how can it be generalized, and it is impossible to explain it clearly in one sentence, there must be a lot of things involved.

But since Mr. Xiao Lang really has a cure, I think there will always be a time to finish talking and experimenting, and the old Taoist is alone, and the world is his home, so he lives here temporarily.

When Mr. Xiao Lang finishes his speech on the cure of the plague and it is confirmed, I will live until that time. "

I am!

The old man is wrong.

Huang Meng laughed dryly: "It's the Huang family's honor that the genius doctor is willing to live here, and the kid can't wish for it."

"Okay, then I'll live with you!" Sun Simiao couldn't be pretentious, and pointed to a wing room on the west side:

"The host lives in the east, and the guest lives in the west. This is the room."

"The miraculous doctor came from a long way, and the journey is tiring, so take a rest first. I'll prepare breakfast, fill my stomach, and help Hu Guogong see the doctor after eating and drinking enough." Since Sun Simiao wanted to stay, Huang Meng was not polite.

Sun Simiao smiled slightly, showing a narrow expression and said:

"I didn't promise to help anyone see a doctor. Is it too early for Mr. Xiao Lang to say this?"

If Huang Dameng didn't talk about the cure for the plague, he wouldn't help anyone see a doctor.

Huang Dameng said: "The genius doctor will go to see the doctor."

Huang Dameng smiled mysteriously, then slipped into the black soil, followed by exercise, and finally made breakfast.

"Dameng, why don't you leave the genius doctor behind like this? It's not good. If the old man gets angry and returns to Zhongnanshan, Uncle Qin's illness won't be cured." Cheng Chumo worriedly persuaded: "Otherwise, Dameng, you first Tell me how to cure the plague!"

Although Qin Huaiyu didn't speak, he was extremely anxious.

Sun Simiao asked to go down the mountain, but now he is stuck here, which makes people feel anxious.

With a smile on his face all the time, Sun Simiao began to visit Huang's house.

Then he glanced at Cheng Chumo from time to time and told Qin Huai, with these two little guys around, there was no need for his own people to urge him, the Huang family boy would be under pressure.

"Grandpa, who are you? Why are you in my house?" Huang Xiaomeng looked at Sun Simiao curiously.

When Sun Simiao saw the little guy holding Heitu in Yijing's arms, his love overflowed.

Ban Duan lowered his body and said: "The old man is a doctor in Zhongnan Mountain. How old are you, little girl? Let Grandpa hug you."

Huang Xiaomeng took two steps back, shook her head and said, "Grandpa, I can't give you a hug. My brother said that you can't get too familiar with strangers. Be careful that they trick me away."

"puff!"

Sun Simiao almost cried out of breath.

What kind of person is this? He taught his sister like this.

Sun Simiao smiled kindly and said: "The old Taoist never deceives people. The old Taoist is a doctor, and he helps people cure diseases and get rid of suffering."

"Oh, you came to see a doctor, so you came late, my brother's illness has been cured." Huang Xiaomeng heard that Sun Simiao was here to see a doctor, so he got a little closer, took two steps, and stretched out his hand He held Sun Simiao's long white beard and said:
"Can I pull your beard?"

Sun Simiao smiled slightly and said, "Little girl, this is something that is very precious to grandpa, and it should not be touched randomly."

"Stingy, what brother said is really true, you are not cute at all." Huang Xiaomeng withdrew her hand, turned and left with a look of disgust.

Sun Simiao was left with a confused face.

who am I?
Where am I?

What did I do.

Why am I not cute anymore!
Shaking his head and chuckling, Sun Simiao found that the Huang family was getting more and more interesting.

Big stubborn and can't see through.

Small quirks.

And the old one is also a bit special.

Soon Huang Meng's breakfast was ready.

There are steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and tofu flowers bought next door.

There are pot stickers and egg fried rice.

There are also a few stir-fried dishes to go with wine and meals.

Each of them exudes a strong fragrance, which directly hooks the glutton in the stomach.

There was even a jug of spirits.

The strong aroma of wine made Cheng Chumo's eyes straight.

Sun Simiao was also deeply attracted by the aroma of the wine, with a look of surprise on his face.

This wine is extraordinary, just smelling it makes people feel intoxicated.

I'm afraid it's an old wine.

It's not that people who practice Taoism are not close to wine and sex.

Just drink in small amounts and in moderation.

It is not a deliberate pursuit of simplicity and innocence of food.

Instead, we should rule by doing nothing, and live in peace with the situation.

Eat whatever you come across.

So if you have wine, drink some, and if you don't have wine, don't pursue it.

Huang Meng uncorked the wine, poured a bowl for Cheng Chumo, and then looked at Sun Simiao: "Do you want some, Taoist priest? This wine is extremely strong, and you will be drunk if you touch it!"

"Yes!" Sun Simiao only replied one word to Huang Meng's simple provocation.

The little guy still wanted to provoke him, how could he fall to the bottom.

After the Huang League was filled, everyone started to move their chopsticks, eating and drinking.

Sun Simiao picked up the wine bowl, first smelled it, and then took a small sip.

The next moment, his eyes lit up, and the wine slid down his throat into his stomach.

Like a fire, he praised immediately: "Good! Good wine, really strong."

(End of this chapter)