Mortal Immortal Gourd

Ergou returned home with a bucket of spirit grain on his back. First, he made a detailed comparison between this spirit grain and the Mao Ya Spirit Valley he had stored in the gourd.

These two rice are related to each other, and their shapes are exactly the same, except that the cat tooth rice is slightly smaller and shorter.

This subtle difference in shape will not be noticed at all if you do not carefully compare and observe.

Maoya rice contains a slight amount of spiritual energy. After being stored in the gourd, its spiritual energy concentration is comparable to that of Crescent Rice.

Ergou was thinking of a way to make money.

He can put the cat's tooth rice into the gourd to improve his spiritual energy, and then sell it as crescent rice.

One liter of Crescent Rice can be sold for 100 taels of silver.

He now has a field of rice that matures once a month and can harvest about four bushels of rice.

If you sell them all, you can get back 4,000 taels of silver.

However, before the Crescent Rice is grown, he still has to keep it for himself.

Since entering the fourth level of Qi training, a large amount of spiritual energy is needed, and the spiritual energy that Peiyuan Gu녤 Pill can provide is somewhat insufficient.

When they came back, Ergou started to cultivate wasteland.

With brute force, he used his heavy sword to flatten some of the land that was all stone, and cleared out an acre of new land.

Finally, I planted all the crescent moon spirit grains and watered them.

There are a lot of stones in this kind of new fields, which are all immature new soil. In fact, the fertility is very poor, and generally no decent crops can be grown in the first few years.

However, by pouring water from the gourd, he was able to overcome all these difficulties and not only grew well, but also grew quickly.

The crescent rice that originally took ten years to grow matured, but it only took him one year to mature and harvest.

On this day, Ergou watered all the crops and then flew down the mountain on his goose to the tenant Ahu's house.

The old clothes he gave to Ahu last time were all dismantled by his wife. Now all the children in his family are wearing new pants, and finally their buttocks are not exposed.

"Master, the rice noodles you asked for have been prepared."

Ergou took a look at the rice noodles in the wooden barrel. They were white and delicate, meeting his standards.

Because the process of making 꺶RI Pills is time-consuming and affects your practice.

땤Also, the last time I had a fight with a zombie, those injuries never healed. I took some random medicines but it didn’t work. I haven’t been feeling well lately, and I’ve been getting hot and cold.

Thinking of being lazy, he took a stone of rice from the warehouse at the foot of the mountain and asked Ahu to help him pound it into rice.

The rice is then steamed, dried, and ground into very fine rice flour.

He can save a lot of time by bringing the rice noodles up the mountain and mixing them with wild vegetables, then rolling them into balls and putting them in the gourd.

"For one stone of rice, a total of seven buckets of rice were pounded out, leaving only one bucket of rice bran."

Ergou 떚 glanced at the rice bran. He was no longer used to eating rice bran. He felt that he couldn't swallow it and his throat was sore.

"The wages are as agreed before. I'll give you a bushel of rice. If I don't want the rice bran, I'll give it to you."

Ah Hu Liang 껙떚 heard this and thanked him repeatedly.

"Thank you, boss!"

"Thank you, boss!"

The wages given by Ergou were already very high, but now they have gotten several bushels of rice bran for nothing, which is totally a piece of free money.

During the winter, cook some sun-dried wild vegetables, add a few grains of rice, and a handful of rice bran, especially if you are full and hungry but can't poop.

Ergou paid the wages, and weighed two stones of rice to Ahhu, asking him to grind it into rice flour in the same way.

Five days later, Ergou brought another sack of power pills to Huichun Hall.

"Don't you already know the black address? Why are you still here?"

"I'm too lazy to make such an extra trip to Heibun. I'll just sell it to you in the future. I'll see you for a doctor's visit by the way."

Ergou threw the sack on the ground casually.

Upon hearing this, Sima Yi stared at Ergou, carefully observing his complexion.

The profession of doctor pays attention to seeing, hearing and asking. When you first meet, you can get the general idea through details such as gait, sitting posture, complexion, tone and appearance.

At this time, Sima Yi observed carefully and could easily see that Er Gou's face was covered with a layer of blue-gray aura.

"Are you poisoned?"

"Oh, maybe it was because of the fight with that zombie last time. I was scratched and it never healed."

Ergou took off his clothes as he spoke, revealing his soy sauce-colored tendons.

Sima Yi looked at Ergou's body, his pupils shrank, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

He has been practicing medicine since he was a child and has been practicing medicine for more than ten years. He has seen countless patients, but he has never seen anything like this.

I saw that Ergou's body was covered with dense scars. These old scars were pressed one after another, leaving no gaps.

These scars were tangled together and looked hideous and terrifying.

In addition to these old wounds, there are more than a dozen new wounds scratched by the claws of the zombies. The wounds are green and black.

"I thought it would be a minor injury and it would be fine if I had it for a while, but I didn't expect it would be bad after so long. It has been hot and cold recently."

Ergou said it very easily. He had been used to being beaten and injured since he was a child. He would heal on his own after enduring the injury.

He has always felt that he is very talented in being beaten.

Compared to the old injuries he had suffered before, these dozen scratches seemed to be nothing.

"You were infected with corpse poison. Fortunately, you remembered to ask, otherwise you might be a zombie next time we meet."

"Don't go back today. I'll make you a pot of potion and take a bath."

Immediately, Sima Yi prescribed some medicine, then boiled water and boiled a bucket of medicine.

Ergou lay half in the potion, his whole body relaxed and warm, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

“It turns out that taking a hot bath is so comfortable!”

"You haven't had a hot bath?"

Sima Yi moved a recliner and sat next to the bathtub. He remembered that he had only taken a cold bath once.

In the summer when he was 12 years old, he secretly ran to the river and took a cold bath, which made him feel very comfortable.

But the maid who was responsible for taking care of his food and daily life was beaten to death by his uncle.

After that, he never took a cold bath again.

"What kind of hot water do farmers need to wash themselves with? It's not that pretentious."

"Going on a long mountain road, you can pick up a load of firewood after a while, and then you can use it all in a hot bath."

"Who lives like this 꿂떚!"

Ergou 떚 rubbed the dirt on his body and said nonchalantly.

It's not common for people to wash their smelly feet with hot water in winter like his aunt did.

Sima Yi thought for a moment and realized that boiling a pot of water would indeed require a bundle of firewood, and taking two baths would require a load of firewood.

"Huang Laocai is the most particular person in our village. In winter, when the ground is freezing, he boils a bucket of hot water for bathing every ten and a half months."

"In a bucket of water, Huang Laocai washes it first, then his wife, then his son, and then his concubines."

"After each family takes turns washing, the bucket of bath water is thicker than rice porridge. If you stick a stick into the water, it won't topple over."

"The bath water was saved and used to water the fields, and the crops grew particularly lush."

"There is also a Niu Dandan in the village. He is thinking about marrying a wife soon, but he is reluctant to boil hot water and wash himself with cold water in winter.

Not long after his wife came home, he died of illness, and he took advantage of his brother Erdan..."

While Ergou was taking a bath, he talked about all kinds of interesting things in the village.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, and Sima Yi listened with great interest and found everything new.

"By the way, where did you get so many injuries?"

Every time Sima Yi looked at the crisscross scars on Ergou's body, he always wanted to ask. He held it in his heart for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

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"Of course I got beaten, and some of them were caused by me throwing myself."

"Look at this scar. On that day during the festival, my aunt asked me to cook a pot of white rice.

I wanted to taste the taste of white rice, so I secretly dug out a big pile and ate it before the meal started. "

"I was still too young at that time and my aunt was very discerning. I dug such a big hole in the pot and my aunt could see it at a glance."

"Then he hit me with a spatula, but it was not a bad beating. At least I ate the food. It was delicious."

"Look at this injury, it's a shame..."

괗Gouda talks about each scar on his body, as if telling someone else's story, vividly, and sometimes even laughs.

But Sima Yi couldn't laugh with him, and he realized that their childhoods were so different.

He remembered that when he was a child, he broke his skin once and the maids and grandmothers at home took turns taking care of him, as if the sky was about to fall.

"Now that you also have the reputation of being a martial arts scholar, your cousin should not be able to defeat you. Have you ever thought about taking revenge?"

괗Gou떚 was silent for a long time this time, and then he said with a smile.

"The murderer must be beheaded according to the king's law."

"Whether or not the king's law is violated is not the final decision of the government."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Sima Yi's lips.

"When you need to break the law, you can just step on an ant to death, or you can be arrested and sentenced to death."

"When you say you didn't break the law, even if you stabbed the sky and killed someone under the eyes of the government, they wouldn't see it."

"Look at those bandits who block the road and rob, as long as they pay some money to the government, they can live a better life than the local people."

"Just tell the truth whether you want revenge. If you want revenge, I'll make sure you're fine with the government."

After hearing Sima Yi's experience, he seemed to be even angrier than 괗Gouda himself.

Always encouraging 괗狗떚 to take revenge.

"Alas! In fact, I have been very confused."

"My cousin should be my only relative."

"She is 10 years old. If her parents and brothers are killed in front of her, what will she do?"

"At least she is living a happy life now. I can't bear to let her become an orphan without parents like me."

괗狗떚In fact, this is what he has been struggling with. The so-called king's method is just a layer of broken window paper.

If on a dark and stormy night in a certain month, you sneak in and kill all the people in the house, who cares?

He could see that Xiao'e was very happy now.

"Let's wait a few more years. When Xiao'e gets married, has her own home, and has her own children, she shouldn't be too hurt by then..."

The two of them were chatting like this, and before they knew it, the bucket of hot water had completely cooled down.

"The water is cold, come out and let me take a look."

The dog emerged from the water, and a trace of red blood oozed from the wounds, but the surrounding area was still blue-gray.

"Does it hurt?"

Sima Yi poked it with his finger and asked.

"No pain."

The dog shook his head.

"Here, does it hurt?"

"No pain."

"Here..."

Sima Yi poked every wound, but the dog felt no pain.

"Your corpse poison is a bit troublesome, and ordinary medicinal materials are ineffective."

Sima Yi shook his head.

"You can go to the black market later. There is a Hongfutang pharmacy opened by the county magistrate. Go and ask if there is any detoxification pill."

"If there is, the five blood and soul pills in your hand should be able to exchange for one detoxification pill."

The dog put on his clothes, said goodbye to Sima Yi, went to the black market, and went straight to Hongfutang.

"Excuse me, do you have any detoxification pills in the store?"

"Do you want to buy pills?"

The shopkeeper looked up at 괗狗떚.

"Poisoned?"

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, the store doesn't have any detoxification pills. If you want them, you have to wait a little longer and pay a deposit first. We need to purchase them from the county town."

This kind of pill is expensive and in short supply.

If you don't pay a deposit, you spend a lot of money to get the pills, but the customer doesn't want them, or dies, and the pills will be left in your hands.

"How much is the deposit?"

"We don't accept silver here, we only accept Pei꽮 Guben Pills or other rare materials."

괗狗떚 didn't have many Pei꽮 Guben Pills in his hand, and he remembered that Sima Yi said he could exchange them for Xuepo Pills.

When he took the Xuepo Pills out, he was still a little nervous.

This is a pill made by a living person in a cult. Is it really appropriate to take it to a store run by a county magistrate to consume it?

However, after the shopkeeper took a Blood Soul Pill, he carefully checked the authenticity of the pill, only glanced at 괗狗떚, and there was nothing strange about his expression, so he gave him a receipt.

This place is indeed a place where the king's law cannot reach, even the shop opened by the county magistrate is no exception.

"It will take some time to wait for the detoxification pill. Do you want to buy some ordinary detoxification pills to temporarily suppress the development of toxicity?"

After the shopkeeper issued the receipt, he suggested very considerately that he was worried that 괗狗떚 would not be able to hold on until then.

So 괗狗떚 spent dozens of taels of 100 refined silver essences to buy some detoxification pills.

Hongfutang does not accept ordinary silver, but does not refuse 100 refined silver essences, which solves a lot of troubles for 괗狗떚.

Because this material can be used to make weapons, there is a great demand.

But it takes a lot of time and energy to refine ordinary silver into 100 refined silver essences, which is relatively rare.

Since the Bailian Silver Essence can be used, he bought 100 pills of Pei Gu Ben Wan at Hong An Tang.

After leaving the black market, he put all the detoxification pills into the gourd, intending to use them after the medicinal properties are improved.

Three days later, the dog sat on the stone bed and took a detoxification pill.

After a while, a trace of black blood oozed out from his wound.

It seems to have some effect.

After taking the medicine, he remembered that there was a rejuvenation technique among the spells left by his master.

There were too many things to learn and practice before, and I have practiced them one by one, but I haven’t gotten to the rejuvenation technique yet.

I saw in the book that this spell can heal injuries, but I don’t know if it can detoxify.

This time, he will practice this spell in advance, and try it first.

In the next month, he took detoxification pills every day and practiced the rejuvenation technique at the same time.

With these two methods in place, the black color of the wound stopped spreading, and each time a portion of the black poisonous blood was discharged.

Now he could feel a little pain when he poked the wound with his hand.

According to this trend, perhaps even without taking the detoxification pill, his corpse poison could be cured.

He should not die, it just takes some time.