Douluo the evildoer Tang Jiu

Chapter 2 Liuwei Dihuang Wan

The light yellow long skirt, the fluffy and damaged robe, and the hair like a bird's nest, always look sleepy and not awake.

Nine years of compulsory education gave Tang Jiu excellent moral character and etiquette. Looking at Tang Hao sitting opposite him, even though he didn't like his attire, he still let out a crisp cry.

"father!"

"En." Tang Hao nodded lightly.

He grabbed the broken bowl on the table, not afraid of being hot, and drank it in big gulps.

The originally sallow face also became a little rosy because of something in the stomach.

"Father, drink slowly, there are more." Tang San took the bowl in his hand and filled him another bowl.

Tang Jiu, on the other hand, held the porridge in both hands and sipped it, his big eyes flickering, very cute.

After most of the pot of porridge had entered Tang Hao's stomach, Tang Jiu only drank a small half of the porridge in his bowl.

Heaving a sigh of relief, putting the bowl on the table, Tang Hao raised his eyelids and looked at Tang San next to him.

"I'll go to sleep for a while. If you have work, you take it first. I'm doing it in the afternoon."

Tang Hao's work and rest time is very regular, sleeping in the morning, blacksmithing in the afternoon, and drinking in the evening, life is much more regular than those night owls in Tang Jiu's previous life, which is why more than five years have passed, and he has not died suddenly the real reason.

"Father, teach me how to forge iron, and I will raise you in the future, so that our life can be more prosperous." Tang San said.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, now he has the skill of making hidden weapons, but he has no materials for forging hidden weapons. This is no different from killing him.

Regarding the matter of inheriting the family's iron mines, Tang San had been thinking about it for a long time.

After hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao snorted coldly.

What does it mean that our life can be richer?
Did I not let you eat enough?

"Little San, what kind of blacksmith do you think is the best blacksmith?" Tang Hao pulled a chair and sat down.

"I know, I know!" Tang Jiu raised his hands excitedly.

Tang Hao glanced at her, did not speak, still staring at Tang San with burning eyes.

"A blacksmith who can forge divine weapons is probably the best blacksmith." Tang San replied.

He once heard the head of Holy Soul Village say that there are artifacts in this world.

"No!" Tang Jiu retorted loudly.

"Oh?" Both Tang Hao and Tang San turned their gazes to her.

"A blacksmith who can create a divine weapon may be called a divine craftsman, but this is not the best. The real divine weapon is naturally conceived by the heavens and the earth, and its power is infinite." Tang Jiu explained.

"."Tang San.

"." Tang Hao.

"You can use all the iron ore in the house as you like, and I will teach you how to forge farm tools later." Tang Hao said to Tang San.

"Good dad." Tang San remained calm on the surface, but was secretly happy in his heart.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished talking yet, don't go, you come back to me!" Tang Jiu was anxious.

in the afternoon
Tang Hao started to forge farm tools, and on the other side, Tang San also started his blacksmithing career.

For a whole afternoon, the sound of Dangdang hammering iron did not stop, which annoyed Tang Jiu so much.

what?
You ask why Tang Jiu didn't learn to blacksmith.

Are you kidding me, as a girl, the goal of development in the future must be a little fairy type, strike iron?

Do you practice the chaotic wind hammer method, and then hit your chest with a small hammer?
Bah, little fairies like us must take the goddess route.

Sitting on the threshold, with his chin propped on his hands, Tang Jiu looked bored.

So boring, I really want to be raped
Ahhh, it's over, it's over, I've been with Tang Hao for too long, I'm almost turning into a rotten girl.

No, you have to move, if you stay like this, your whole body will almost rust!

Holy Soul Village Medical Center.

"Is Uncle Jerry at home?" Tang Jiuqiao stood at the door of the medical hall.

"It's Xiaojiu, what's the matter?" A young man in his 20s came out.

Jerry, the son of the village chief, Old Jack, is a soul master of the healing department and a well-known doctor in the village.

"Uncle Jerry, I want to grab some medicine." Tang Jiu blinked his big eyes.

"Is your brother sick?" Jerry's expression changed.

In Shenghun Village, Tang San and Tang Jiu, brothers and sisters, are deeply loved by the villagers. When he heard that Tang Jiu was here to collect medicine, Jerry became anxious all of a sudden.

Tang Jiu was right in front of him, with a ruddy complexion that didn't look like he was sick, and Tang San had a sallow complexion and a thin body since he was a child. Jerry immediately thought of him.

"My brother is not sick!" Tang Jiu looked at him strangely.

"Could it be Tang Hao?" Jerry's face turned cold for a moment, "Go back and tell Tang Hao that I can't cure his illness, and I can't cure him. Let him die!"

"." Tang Jiu.

What kind of popularity is there with my father? Even the doctor who puts saving lives and healing the wounded above his own life has such a bad attitude towards him.

"Oh, Uncle Jerry, what are you thinking? My father stays up late every day drinking or something, which is not good for his health. I want to grab some medicinal materials and go back to give him a boost." Tang Jiu said.

"Oh, what a sensible little girl, it's a pity that she was cast in the wrong baby, and meeting such an irresponsible father is really blind." Jerry sighed.

"What kind of medicine do you want to grab?" Jerry looked at Tang Jiu softly.

"I want rehmannia glutinosa, yam, Dudan bark, and Poria cocos." Tang Jiu snapped his fingers.

Because Jerry is only a one-ring soul master, his martial soul is not very good, and his healing ability is really limited, so people often use medicinal materials for treatment. The things Tang Jiu said are all available in the medical hall.

Soon, Jerry took out a medicine bag that looked like a piece of tofu.

"Come here, Xiaojiu, take the medicinal materials you want." Jerry touched her head with a smile on his face.

"But, but I don't have any money~" Tang Jiu bit her lip slightly and looked at Jerry with embarrassment.

"I don't want your money." Jerry looked at her dotingly.

Such a cute and well-behaved little girl, who has the heart to ask her for money?

That's animal behavior!

"Thank you, Uncle Jerry." A bright smile suddenly appeared on Tang Jiu's face.

"Go, come to uncle's house to play when you have time." Jerry said.

"Got it." Carrying the medicine bag in one hand, Tang Jiu ran fast.

The innocent face of the little girl is indeed a powerful weapon. Although the nine-year compulsory education told us that it is wrong to lie, but all this is for the father, Tang Jiuru thought.

Back home, Tang San and Tang Hao were still forging iron, while Tang Jiu found a stone trough, and put the medicinal materials in the stone trough according to the proportion and crushed them.

After all the procedures are finished, they are kneaded into pills, and Shiquan Dabu Pills are completed.

When it was time for dinner, Tang Jiu handed the carefully packaged pills to Tang Hao.

"What is this?" Looking at the brown and black half-sized meatball, Tang Hao looked at Tang Jiu in a daze.

"Tonic?" Tang San took the ball and smelled it, and he was extremely familiar with medicine, so he recognized it in an instant.

"Dad, isn't he in good health all the time, so I'm thinking about getting some medicine for you." Tang Jiu's cute little face was full of smiles.

"Liuwei Dihuang Wan, cure kidney deficiency, no sugar"

"Pfft!" Tang San spat out all the porridge he drank in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)