Planar Trash

Holding that precious jar, Cheng Jingchi returned home all the way, still immersed in great joy and couldn't extricate herself.

Ever since he knew that the ash that fell from the vortex portal was such a tall thing, he had thought about one hundred and one uses of these dregs along the way.

When I got home, the excitement in my heart gradually calmed down, and I thought more about it.

Although Li Zhan said how miraculous the Ningbi Pill is, even the waste residue from the fryer is a holy product for beauty in modern times, but after all, hearing is believing, seeing is believing, even if he already believes it [-]% in his heart, he still needs more evidence To prove that these medicinal residues are really as effective as Li Zhan said.

However, with the experimental product of the first day of junior high school, at least it can be confirmed that the effect of these medicinal residues on scar removal in animals is indeed first-class and easy to use. As for whether it has the same effect on humans, he still has no idea Further confirmation is required.

On the first day of junior high school, he ate it directly. Of course, he didn't think about eating this kind of food of unknown origin. His idea was to apply it externally and make a decision after seeing the effect.

Because this matter is still uncertain, Cheng Jingchi didn't intend to tell others, so naturally she had to be the test subject herself.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he smelled the scent of the medicine residue, and trotted over wagging his tail, grabbed his leg and meowed, wanting to eat the medicine residue.

Cheng Jingchi was unmoved: "Go, go, this is not a snack for you. You have been in black water for a day, and you can't eat any more. Besides, what do you want to be so beautiful? Anyway, no matter how ugly I am I don't despise you either."

Now that we know that these medicinal residues are so precious, and listen to Li Zhan’s meaning, the vortex portal is not fixed. These two times, it was because the impact of the pharmacist’s blaster tore apart the space, so the teleportation was all medicinal residues, but that The pharmacist wouldn't fry the furnace all the time, the dregs in his hand would be less useful, and he didn't dare to waste them casually.

He found a clean airtight jar from the cabinet, poured the medicine residue into the airtight jar and put it away.

Chu Yi stood upright, with his hands resting on the edge of the cabinet, the amber cat looked at it eagerly, meowing pitifully.

Cheng Jingchi couldn't take it anymore. When feeding the cat, she rinsed the alchemy furnace with water, and then poured it into the water basin of the first day of junior high school.

Smelling the familiar scent of medicine, the first day of the first day of the junior high school immediately abandoned the shit-shoveling officer of the Twolegs, went straight to the food bowl, and stretched its neck to eat happily.

Cheng Jingchi smoothed the hair on the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, and after appeasing the cat at home, she began to prepare the ointment.

His grandfather is an old Chinese doctor. When Cheng's mother was busy with work, Cheng Jingchi grew up with Grandpa Cheng in the countryside for a long time when he was a child, and he also saw how his grandfather made ointments. He himself helped grandfather in the past, of course. I can also make it, and there are many kinds of plasters specially made by Grandpa Cheng at home.

He didn't know if the medicine dregs of Ningbidan would conflict with other plasters, so he didn't plan to add other medicinal materials. He just poured a small spoonful of medicine dregs, added distilled water to make a paste, and rolled up his pants. Show your calves.

There was an old one-inch-long scar there. It was scratched by a wire when he fell down from a tree when he was a child. He bled a lot at that time. down.

His grandfather prepared a lot of scar creams for him because of this, but the effect was not very good. After so many years, the color of the scars has only faded a little.

As a man, Cheng Jingchi didn't care much about the scar on his body, but now it's a good time to use it to test these medicine residues.

He smeared the medicine dregs on his legs, fearing that his clothes would be rubbed off, so he wrapped them in gauze, and then went to the night market to help Cheng's mother out of the stall.

The community where they live is close to the university town, surrounded by the most famous universities in Jingcheng, and there is usually a lot of traffic.Every night, on the street where the student apartments are concentrated, various stalls selling snacks, clothes, and trinkets come out to set up street stalls, spontaneously forming a market.

Cheng's mother's lo mei stall was caught among the various vendors, and Cheng Jingchi would usually come to help. Many students still knew him, and two female students who were more playful and generous had even chased him!

After Cheng Jingchi came, Mother Cheng's business improved a lot. Many girls who originally planned to just stroll around would stop to buy some stewed vegetables, but most of them bought some stewed vegetarian dishes, such as dried fragrant, lotus root slices, edamame and so on. of.

After one night, Cheng Jingchi was exhausted just from chopping vegetables. After finally reaching eleven o'clock, the student dormitory turned off the lights, and the flow of people decreased.

"Go back early today, you have to go to work tomorrow." Cheng's mother saw that there was no business, so she said.

Normally, when she was looking after the stall by herself, she would have stayed there for a while longer, and would not close the stall until early in the morning.After all, in addition to the student apartments, there are also several old-fashioned old communities. The nearby residents have no access control, and sometimes they will come out to buy supper after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

But the mother felt sorry for her son, so she closed the stall in advance.

When Cheng Jingchi and Cheng's mother finished collecting the stalls and returned home, Cheng Jingchi found that his arms were sore and weak, and he couldn't lift them up, but he didn't complain.

It was just one night, and his mother had been guarding the lo mei stall by herself for seven or eight years, but she never complained in front of him.It is because of too much hard work that his mother ages so quickly. She is less than 50 years old, but she looks like 60 years old.

Seeing his mother's old face, Cheng Jingchi felt very uncomfortable.

Fucking is really hard, I have never had a few days of easy life in my life.

He must work hard to make money so that his mother will not work so hard for the rest of her life.

Cheng Jingchi said to herself secretly.

In the next few days, apart from going to work, Cheng Jingchi would take the time to visit the new house every day. During this period, the magical vortex portal opened again, but this time there was much less medicine dregs than before, and the portal The opening time is also very short.

He had a hunch that the unlucky pharmacist on the other side of the portal probably had almost succeeded in refining the Ningbi Pill, and it would be very difficult for him to collect this kind of medicine dregs in the future.

Cheng Jingchi was a little disappointed.

But after thinking about it, if it is really as Li Zhan said, the space in the opposite world is so unstable that the explosive furnace can tear time and space and open the vortex portal, then there must be someone else who will open it in another way in the future This vortex portal.

I don't know what kind of unlucky guy will open this portal in a strange way next time, and what weird things will fall down.

Cheng Jing couldn't help but look forward to it again.