Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Seeing the old man's aura, song qiuer's mind turns quickly.

The person in front of us must be an unusual old man, who knows goods very well. It's not like someone in such a small town.

Other people don't understand it. Song qiuer must know that although these herbs are common herbs, they can affect the properties of a herb from the small details of sun drying, pharmacy and even processing. The herbs that can give full play to the basic properties and the herbs that can give full play to the best properties don't show much difference in these common herbs, but they can be changed to other herbs, But it can be very different.

The old man didn't buy song qiuer's medicines. He bought song qiuer's pharmaceutical techniques, but he was not sure whether song qiuer was just a drug boy.

"Yes." Song qiuer looked at the old man and said, "but it's gone today."

"Well, it's a long way to go." Hearing song qiuer's words, the old man knew that she made the medicine.

Song qiuer said with a smile, "I'll take the medicine later, and I'll sell it to you."

The peddler next to him looked at Song qiuer and exchanged greetings with the old man. He put the one hundred taels of silver note that the old man gave her into his arms, and his eyes were almost red.

But song qiuer didn't pay much attention to the peddler. After chatting with the old man, he picked up his things and was ready to go home.

Song qiuer has walked the road from the town to song's home many times. His familiarity with this road is second only to that of the growth of medicinal materials in Houshan mountain. When the wind blows through the grass, causing waves of grass, song qiuer feels something is wrong.

Just as song qiuer wants to leave here quickly, he sees a few ruffians in front of him.

"Who are you?" Song qiuer looks at the big man in front of him warily and asks, "what do you want to do?"

After seeing song qiuer's face clearly, the gangster said with a smile: "what kind of person was he who thought he could sell one hundred Liang by a few pieces of broken grass? He turned out to be a charming little lady."

Hearing "one hundred Liang", song qiuer immediately knows that these gangsters are from the peddlers who are envious of making money by themselves. Holding a bag of medicine in his sleeve, song qiuer asks with a smile, "do you want money in front of me

"For money?" The leading gangster reaches out his hand to touch song qiuer's face, but song qiuer dodges it. Unexpectedly, he makes the gangster leader laugh more wantonly, "hahaha, she's still a tough little girl."

Then the little gangster looked at Song qiuer and said, "today I don't know if I want money. I want people. Brothers, hold her down for me!"

"Good!" A few thugs say, then walk toward song qiuer, make an appearance to surround song qiuer.

Song qiuer is quick in eyes and hands. Taking advantage of the moment when people come up to surround him, he quickly jumps back and sprinkles the powder in his hand on them.

In modern times, song qiuer, a taekwondo black belt, is no stranger to this action. Those gangsters were sprinkled with powder without even touching song qiuer's hair.

"What is it?" Asked a thug.

"You'll find out later." Song qiuer smiles and looks at the gangster leader, "do you still want to hold me?"

The gangster leader was startled by song qiuer's first-hand powder. After he calmed down, he found that his brothers were all safe. He thought song qiuer was bluffing himself and pointed to song qiuer with a sneer: "who do you think can be frightened by this kind of pretense?"

"Then you try, too?" Song qiuer said with a smile, but the action in his hand was totally different from the smile on his face. In an instant, he sprinkled the powder on the gangster's head.

A group of people were thrown a pile of powder by a little girl who didn't know what it was. In the end, they couldn't even touch people. The gangster leader said angrily, "what are you looking at? Don't you catch people quickly!"

"Yes The gangsters are also angered by song qiuer's hand, and they are ready to catch song qiuer directly. They don't know that song qiuer is standing still and let them hold their arms and press forward.

"Little girl, can't you run away?" The gangster leader looks at Song qiuer and laughs.

When I was preparing for the next step, I found something wrong.

The two gangsters pressing song qiuer's face showed a look of pain, especially the first one who had just been sprinkled with powder by song qiuer. At the moment, his expression was as wonderful as a performance.

"Big brother... Something's wrong." The hoodlums began to look at the hoodlums and said, "it's hard..."

"What's the pain?" The gangster leader began to be a little flustered. Just when song qiuer sprinkled powder on him, it was closest to him. There were more on him than on his brothers.

The gangsters began to scratch themselves. After a while, several gangsters scratched their blood, and even one of them began to roll on the ground.

Until now, the gangster leader began to be afraid: "what medicine did you give our brother! Give me the antidote

"There is no antidote." Song qiuer looked at the gangster leader and said with a smile, "now you will feel that the hands and neck exposed in the air begin to itch. Now you can bear it, and you can't bear it immediately."

The gangster leader was surprised, because song qiuer said what he felt at the moment.

"Then you'll start to itch all over your body. It's not an ordinary itch. You'll feel that every inch of your skin is uncomfortable and you want to cut it off. Then you'll keep scratching him until you scratch all parts of your body."

Song qiuer's words fell on every gangster's ears, and they were very frightened.

"You monster The gangster leader finally couldn't help but scratch every inch of his body.

But how could this itch end with such a light scratch?

The more he scratched, the more itchy the place he was scratched. The more itchy he was, the harder he tried. When the first skin broke, the gangster finally found that the place didn't itch.

It's not itching, but the gangster is even more afraid.

Is it really like this little girl said that every inch of her body has to be scratched before it can stop?

Song qiuer has no time to worry about their feelings. No one is standing in her way. She pats the place where the gangsters hold her just now and walks to her home lightly.

Not far away, someone was holding a bag of herbs that had just been bought with one hundred Liang, and he said to another, "see?"

The man nodded, the expression on his face was not clear. After a moment, he whispered, "come on, we can go back."

With that, they left the place together, leaving behind a group of thugs who constantly scratched their skin and flesh in the grass.

The wind was blowing and the sky was getting dim.