On the official road, the two of them chatted one after another.

The north wind howled, causing Su Ping to wrap up his collar tightly.

"I can't tell you're in good health."

Su Ping turned around and glanced at the old man on the horse, a little surprised.

The old man was wearing thin clothes and had a calm demeanor, showing no respect for the whistling cold wind.

"what is this?"

The old man raised his chin and said proudly: "When I ambushed the barbarians in the snow, I didn't even frown."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Su Ping nodded, took out the homemade snowflake cream from the cloth belt around his waist, and began to give himself facial care.

Huh~

Su Ping had just drawn out a little ointment when the old man suddenly leaned forward and took the porcelain bottle over.

"What's this?"

The old man brought the porcelain bottle to his nose and sniffed it, then frowned: "How can you, a man, tinker with these things like a girl?"

"It's terrible to be uneducated."

Su Ping rolled his eyes, rubbed the ointment and spread it on his face.

The old man felt a chill when he saw it.

It's a shame this stuff isn't red when wiped off, otherwise he might spit it out.

"What's that expression on your face?"

Su Ping was extremely depressed and explained: "This is called snow cream, it is for moisturizing, not rouge and gouache!"

"Moisturizing? What do you mean?"

The old man asked suspiciously.

"hehe."

Su Ping suddenly came closer and pointed at his face: "Look, is it smooth? Is it moist?"

When asked, the old man's face turned green, and he tried his best to move away: "Don't come over, I don't like this."

"..."

Su Ping suddenly found that this old man was as difficult to communicate with as Hui Xin.

It's just that one is naive and the other is stupid.

"Let me tell you this, I have been in the Northland for almost a month, and I have been riding horses most of the time."

Su Ping warned, pointing to the porcelain bottle in the old man's hand: "It's because of this thing that I don't become like you Northerners, like a piece of bacon."

I have to say that after autumn comes, the wind in the north has really increased its attack power.

Not to mention the ordinary people who have stayed in the north all year round, even Hui Xin, a Buddhist and Taoist in the one-fruit realm, was blown away like an old tree root.

The old man in front of me was even more exaggerated.

If his old face were enlarged, it would probably look like the dry Weishui River bed.

Hearing what Su Ping said, the old man suddenly realized, and then he was a little disdainful: "A man is a real man, rough is rough, what are you doing with such a thin skin and tender flesh? Why don't you go to the hook bar to pick up customers?"

"You are still not convinced that you are ignorant and ignorant."

Su Ping sneered and said: "Let me tell you, in addition to moisturizing, adding something else to this thing can also prevent frostbite. It is more effective than ginger soup or the like..."

This is not a lie. The main function of the simple version of the cream is moisturizing, and the effect of preventing frostbite is not obvious.

But as long as you add rosin and sesame oil in proportion, you can achieve the effect of moisturizing and preventing frostbite.

The old man's heart moved and he asked: "The secret recipe passed down from our ancestors?"

"If you want to talk about ancestral inheritance, it's not impossible."

Su Ping answered while rubbing his hands.

"It's a pity...it's very expensive, isn't it?"

The old man shook his head.

Nowadays, the most cost-effective way for soldiers and civilians in the North to prevent frostbite and winter sores is to make ginger soup.

It doesn't cost much, but it takes time and is not easy to carry.

After it cools down, the effect is greatly reduced.

Over the years, every winter, the Red Pine Army has a large number of ordinary soldiers whose combat effectiveness is greatly reduced due to frostbite.

Many soldiers even had to return home due to frostbite that caused necrosis and disability of their hands and feet.

This problem has troubled the Chisong Army for many years.

It's not that there are no better ways, but the others are too expensive and cannot be used by 600,000 soldiers.

In the old man's opinion, this small bottle should also be made of precious medicinal materials.

No matter how good the effect is, as long as it cannot spread throughout the army, it means nothing.

“It’s indeed a bit expensive.”

Su Ping nodded, "This small bottle costs fifty copper coins. Daqing's businessmen are really shady..."

People here were complaining, but the old man was completely stunned.

Fifty coppers?!

Fifty copper plates...very expensive?!

Nonano's...to make a pot of thick ginger soup for ten people, it costs close to ten copper coins.

Judging from Su Ping's usage just now, this small porcelain bottle is enough for at least fifty people to use once.

Fifty people, fifty coppers, an average of one penny per person... Do you call this expensive?!!

The old man was furious, and at the same time his heart quickly became hot, and he stared at Su Ping with a pair of green eyes.

If the cost is so low and the effect is as good as Su Ping said...

"Well, little friend..."

The old man rubbed his hands and said shyly: "I don't know this recipe..."

"Fangzi?"

Su Ping rolled his eyes, and then smiled evilly: "What, you want to learn?"

"Forehead……"

The old man's face trembled twice, and then a thought suddenly occurred to him. He immediately spread his hands and said, "I don't have any money with me now, but if you are willing to wait for me in Zhanghua Fucheng for ten days and a half, what will be the conditions then?"

You can do whatever you want, it doesn't matter whether you want money or power."

After ten days and a half, the custody officer made the boy hit his chin to the ground.

When the time comes, I am afraid that I will drive this kid away, but he will not leave.

The old man made a good plan, but he didn't expect that Su Ping didn't care at all.

"Exactly, you can set any conditions, you can ask for money or power? You think you are Emperor Yongtai."

Su Ping rolled his eyes, took out a pen and paper from his backpack, wrote a few words and threw it away.

"..."

The old man held the paper with the prescription written on it, looking confused.

Just give it to yourself without any hesitation?

Isn't it a secret recipe passed down from ancestors? Don't you need to think twice before making such a decision that goes against your ancestors?

Now, it was the old man's turn to feel a little embarrassed.

He murmured for a moment and then said, "You probably don't know how much this prescription is worth, right?"

"What, you don't want it? You don't want it back to me."

Su Ping's eyes widened and he stretched out his hand to grab the prescription.

The old man stuffed the prescription into his arms and said with a smile: "There is no reason to get back something given away."

"cut."

Su Ping rolled his eyes, took the reins and continued on his way.

Is this recipe valuable?

Definitely worth it.

Even if Su Ping didn't think about it at first, he could react just by the old man's look.

But he had no intention of exchanging it for benefit.

First of all, this old man is just a talkative maniac. You can tell by his appearance that he is very poor. He can offer whatever conditions he wants. He is definitely bragging.

Secondly, giving the prescription to the old man can be regarded as repaying the karma for the bald Huixin.

Calculated in disguise, it is no different from the cause and effect of returning to baldness.

It's really good that the two don't owe each other this time.

Su Ping was leading the horse in front, while the old man behind him had a changing expression on the horse.

After a while, as if he had made a decision, he suddenly said: "Do you want to rush to Zhanghua Fucheng today?"

"What? You can still carry me and fly?"

Su Ping didn't even bother to reply.

From here to get to Zhanghuafu City, you have to go around several mountains and pass through the four prefectures. Even if you ride a horse, it will take three days.

It is impossible to reach Zhanghua Fucheng within today.

"Looking at how determined you are, you must have read a lot of maps."

The old man finally found some balance and said with a smile: "But have you ever thought about it, some roads are rarely known and are not marked on the map."

"Um?"
Chapter completed!