Datang broom star

"If you eat it, you will definitely get nosebleeds."

Jia Pingan put the ginseng back and got up to greet the old men.

"Get out of the way!"

But no one has the time to talk to him.

"These are old ginseng, the kind that can hang your life, and it's a waste to make wine."

Jia Ping'an said richly: "When the time comes, just make the wine jar bigger, and drink a cup every once in a while, it's comfortable."

Liang Jianfang picked up a box of ginseng and prepared to leave, "I have a lot of things at home, so I'm going back first."

This old guy is trying to keep it private.

Cheng Zhijie scolded: "I want to steal my own business, shameless."

As he said that, he also planned to get two boxes of ginseng back.

Only Su Dingfang was very calm, "After you take it back, will you know what to do?"

Uh!

This is indeed it!

The two old men put down the box in a friendly voice.

A bunch of sticks!

"They're all handsome, so be reserved!"

Su Dingfang hated iron for being weak and said, "Could it be that Xiao Jia won't tell us?"

Why are you so shameless?

"Five per person..."

Even Su Dingfang glared at him this time.

"Five?"

Cheng Zhijie's mentality exploded, "I take one bite at a time, and you only give me five?"

Liang Jianfang sighed, "Xiao Jia, don't be stingy!"

Su Dingfang smoothly put more than ten old ginseng into his arms.

"This is old ginseng, not radish!"

Sometimes Jia Ping'an sincerely hopes to kill some sticks, but these teachers can't do it. The lack of one is the feeling of the failure of strategic nuclear weapons.

"Even if you want to use this kind of old ginseng, you can only use a few slices at a time, one... Maybe find someone who has committed a heinous crime?"

"The nosebleed old man knows, but can he still eat dead people?" Liang Jianfang was puzzled.

Jia Pingan decided to give them a demonstration.

None of this matters.

Later, a big man who looked heroic was brought in.

"This man has more to die for."

The little official who sent the big man cupped his hands and said.

Jia Pingan frowned, "What crime did you commit?"

The little official looked at the three old men.

"Killed more than ten children."

Dead pervert!

Jia Pingan threw a ginseng over, "Feed him."

The big man laughed wildly.

"Yeah, no need to feed."

With his hands tied, he knelt on the ground, bent over and lowered his head, and bit the old ginseng.

Crunchy, chicken flavored.

"tasty!"

The big man chewed hard, and the ginseng whiskers kept falling.

After finishing eating, he hiccupped, and asked Zixiong, "Is there any more?"

No one ignored him.

"Hey, it's a little hot?"

The big man looked at his hands and feet in surprise.

then……

"hot!"

A whole old ginseng of unknown age was eaten by him just like that.

Later, the big man felt so hot that he was sweating.

"Hot! What kind of poison is this?"

Sure enough, after eating old ginseng, the urine will be cured.

Jia Pingan is observing.

Nosebleed sprayed.

Rush.

The big man panicked, "What kind of poison is this?"

Not many people are not afraid of death, even if they are not afraid of death, they are also afraid of this process.

"help me!"