American Big Landlord

After he finished talking with Zhao Jie in the evening, Zhou Jiexi took Niuniu and Qiao to visit Zhao Jie's parents' house.

"You don't have to be polite, Joe, here, this is rice wine that I brewed myself. The taste is very mellow, try it!" Father Zhao poured a glass of rice wine for Joe sitting next to him with a look of enthusiasm.

"Thank you, I will try!" Qiao on the table couldn't withstand the persuasion of Zhou Jiexi and Zhao's family, so he sat down with a drink. This would be too embarrassing for the enthusiastic father Zhao to refuse.

"The taste may be a little weird at first, you will feel much better if you drink a few more sips!" Jessie Zhou also said to Joe next to him.

The three big men on the table also drank, and the drinks were over 30 years old and the dishes were overwhelming. Several of them also drank a bit smoked, and each of them blushed a little. Joe's drink volume is pretty good, and he has drunk a lot of this type of rice wine, but he is still in good spirits and his thinking is normal.

Niuniu gave Zhao Jie and Zhao's mother a long time ago. I took it to the room to play. Zhao Jie lived here when he was a child, and there were some toys left here. The little girl was also good. Seeing that his father was drinking with his uncle and grandpa, he was also good after eating. Went to play in the room.

"Xiaojie, tell me what you want to ask me about eating. You asked you when you were eating. You didn't tell me yet. Now we are all finished, let's talk about it!" He wanted to light up a cigarette and said to Zhou Jiexi. Old Zhao has been in the United States for some years, and this addiction is almost impossible to quit.

Seeing that Zhao's father was about to light a cigarette, Zhou Jiexi did not answer his words, but quickly took out the medicated cigarette made by the fairy in her own space: "Uncle, smoke me. I made this at home. I smoked it. Not only is it comfortable, but it can also cleanse the lungs without hurting the body!"

Old Zhao looked a little surprised at the cigarette that Zhou Jiexi had handed over. It was a white stick-shaped cigarette without any label. I took one and put it under my nose and smelled it, and I immediately felt a breath of fresh air inhaled into my nose, "Well, it smells very strange, but it smells very comfortable!" Old Zhao commented. With the intention of giving it a try, I ordered one to see how it tasted.

He knew what Jessie Chou was like, so he didn't suspect that the homemade cigarette was added. It is the so-called big, hemp, smoke or other things. After the old Zhao lit it, he took a sip, and after brewing in his mouth for a while, he spit out slowly.

The smoke is scattered in the air, and people will not only smell it pungent, but also faintly smell a medicinal fragrance, but they can't tell what kind of medicinal fragrance it is. Joe smelled it, and it didn't make people feel uncomfortable like secondhand smoke. Faintly, he also wanted to breathe in more of the exhaled air to feel comfortable.

Jessie Chou saw what Joe said, and smiled complacently: "Hehe... You can also try this thing, Joe, it's a refreshing thing, but I added a lot of precious herbs in it, the most important thing is. According to my formula, this thing does not harm the body at all, and it can also clear the exhaust gas from the lungs."

"Oh?" Joe was also a little surprised, but the smell of second-hand smoke just now made him a little comfortable, which also made him a little believer in what Jessie Chou said! After receiving the medicated cigarette from Zhou Jiexi, he picked up Zhao's lighter and lit it.

Lao Zhao had already taken a second breath at this time, and after vomiting it out, he said to Zhou Jiexi: "Good thing, really good thing! I breathed it into my lungs and exhaled it. It felt like my lungs became more comfortable. Many, even the nose feels a lot more comfortable. After years of smoking, the cough that would come up was surprisingly not coughing up."

"Uncle Zhao, I didn’t blow this, but I’ve been tinkering with it for a long time. I don’t know how many ancient books I have turned over. Later, I got some information from an ancient Taoist description of the alchemy. The information, combined with the experience from other books I read, and my little herbal knowledge! Ha ha... finally got me this good thing!"

Speaking of this week, Jessie also ordered one for herself. After taking a sip, Meimei said, “It’s just that the cost is a bit high, and it can’t be made wrong. I have to be very accurate step by step to make it easier. The effects are compatible together."

Old Zhao listened to Jessie Chou, and he nodded without stopping. After hearing a few sentences, he couldn't help but said with emotion: "Really, it's a magical thing! But something so troublesome to make is extraordinary. Ah, our nation’s history of more than five thousand years, the things that we have created are indeed full of magic. The wisdom of this ancestor is beyond our imagination!"

"Yeah!" Zhou Jiexi also nodded: "Otherwise, the taste is not at all. Think about it at the beginning, according to the formula in the ancient book, I lost a little medicinal material. I replaced it with other medicinal materials with similar properties. Yes, the previous taste is right, but I took a sip and almost didn't cough me to death. In the end, there was a strange itching in my lungs and throat, a little bit prickly, and sad to die!" Zhou Jiexi said a little bit. Looks unbearable.

Then Zhou Jiexi talked about some ancient books and the history of the Chinese dynasty with Zhao's father, also known as Lao Zhao. Old Zhao had heard from his daughter that his boss went to worship a master on a whim, he was still a strange man, and he heard that he was still a figure like Huang Feihong.

Not only is he proficient in fist and foot, but he also has great medical skills. At this time, looking at Jiexi Zhou like this, he is believed to be able to train the inexperienced Zhou Jiexi so well in such a short period of time. This is really true. Not ordinary people can do it.

Well, after some explanations from Zhao Jie, Lao Zhao knew that Jiexi Zhou was a good person, but he was a bit unlearned and wasted his youth and time. Although the investment perspective is indeed good, Lao Zhao is a cultural man.

Although there is no such thing as looking at money like dung, but for those vampires on Wall Street, it will not have a great affection! By the way, it seems that Lao Zhao once had the experience of investment failure, so he can concentrate on his studies. He is a professor of language research, proficient in many languages, and some ancient languages.

The most important thing is that he teaches in Stanford, or the kind that has been there for decades is almost a local snake in Stanford. This was a secret analogy of Zhou Jiexi himself. He didn't dare to talk to Zhao Jie or Lao Zhao.

"Xiaojie, I really can't see that you can understand so much knowledge at a young age. You can learn four kinds of languages ​​alone, and you can learn all the others. I really looked down upon you before! I have to apologize.” Old Zhao didn't have any scruples when he spoke. He directly explained his previous impressions, and he was brave enough to say it this time.

Zhou Jiexi was a little embarrassed about what he said, although he understood a lot, but some things still depend on the help of the little fairies in the space. "Where, uncle, you praised it. I really don't have anything worthy of praise. It's just that I have memorized a little more books. I have not been able to master it. This is really nothing!"

What Jessie Chou said seemed to be pretty good, but it was a bit pretending to sound like that. It's just that he will be really polite, without any pretense.

"Your boy is becoming humble, don't worry, I really didn't read this wrong!" Old Zhao smiled and patted his shoulder, not to say more about this: "Tell me about you coming here suddenly. What am I? I have asked Zhao Jie, but this girl just doesn't tell me, she just wants me to talk to you."

"Well, don't blame Sister Zhao, this is what I told you. I should ask you about this matter myself," Zhou Jiexi said to Lao Zhao.

"Oh! So Xiaojie, what are you talking about, please?"

After taking a sip of water, Zhou Jiexi said, "That's Uncle Zhao, I heard last time that you worked at Stanford University!"

"Well, I teach in Stanford, but my course is really unpopular sometimes!" Lao Zhao said to several people with a little humor. But seeing a few people not smiling, I knew that I was really not a humorous person. "Well, you go on."

"That's it. I have learned a lot of biology by myself. Now I want to go to Stanford to study it systematically. I want to ask you if you should do this." Zhou Jiexi said to him.

Father Zhao was also surprised when he heard this: "Biology, have you taught yourself?"

"Well, yes! I learned a lot of Chinese medicine knowledge from the master, as well as the knowledge of defense and dispensing. This also gave me the magical effects of these strange herbal plants and the parts of those animals. There is a strong chance."

Old Zhao nodded his head from time to time, but looked at Jiexi Zhou's eyes more and more like it. ‘Well, this kid is still a nice person, he can do this even if he is rich, he is really a good boy. "

"Not only did I read ancient books at home, but I also began to learn the basics of biology, and some chemistry, physics, mathematics, etc., which can be applied knowledge. But the learning is very general, and I can't reach any professional Level!" Zhou Jiexi didn't lie when she said this, but some details were changed.

"Well, Xiaojie, you have a very good heart to pursue progress! You can only enter school if you ask this way!" Old Zhao praised Zhou Jiexi first, and then asked again.

"Yeah. But I'm not going to college. I want to go to graduate school. I don't want to waste time going to college to get credits, and then slowly going to graduate school. It's too much trouble!"

"You can't even get into college now, so you thought about going to graduate school?"