"Collect conscience money and do conscientious things. If Mr. Zhao feels that his life is cheap, you can find an expensive doctor to treat you!"
Zhang Xuezhou was not used to Mr. Zhao.
He was determined to kill the enemy, but he never thought that his heart was still not dark enough.
But Zhang Xuezhou was keenly aware that he did not need to change his words.
He looked at Dong Zhongshu, who was more than 20 meters away, and could clearly feel that Dong Zhongshu seemed to be relieved.
Combined with what the second aunt Tai Hongyi muttered, and the third aunt Tai Luluo and the fourth aunt Tai Qingmeng behind Dong Zhongshu, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he understood something.
But it was not him who was unlucky in this matter, but Dong Zhongshu.
He borrowed Zhao Liang's body-breaking method. After Kong Ning shot Zhao Liang, he more or less recovered from the opponent's arrow injury. He was not the one who directly injured Zhao Liang, but Dong Zhongshu borrowed Zhao Liang's body method to have another result.
The Zhao family would not listen to Dong Zhongshu's explanation that it was the trouble caused by the battle with the snake demon, but would only attribute the problem to Dong Zhongshu. After all, it was at the hands of Dong Zhongshu that people had big problems.
It's just that Zhang Xuezhou still doesn't understand why Dong Zhongshu seems to be unable to offend Mr. Zhao.
But regardless of whether Dong Zhong felt comfortable or uncomfortable, Zhang Xuezhou felt comfortable at the moment.
When Mr. Zhao agreed with helplessness, he asked someone to bring five pieces of money and put it aside. Zhang Xuezhou's deer-cutting knife bled quickly.
"The iron body technique I practiced..."
Mr. Zhao was just about to talk about the skills he had practiced, but his body was difficult to be cut by ordinary knives.
But the congestion in the chest and abdomen came out too fast.
The pain relief and comfort that comes with it also come in a short time.
In the past, the iron body that was proud of being unafraid of swords was slapped down by the snake demon. Now it was easily pierced, and even led to a rapid recovery from the injury. Mr. Zhao also brought new excitement while recovering from the injury.
"There must be techniques and medicines to treat my Liang'er in this world!"
No matter what kind of treatment is used, Mr. Zhao will not be taboo as long as the condition can be recovered.
What he fears is that there is no way.
Indulging in his own thoughts, Mr. Zhao didn't come back to his senses until he felt a slapping sensation on his body and opened his eyes.
"Get up and try to take two steps!"
Zhang Xuezhou's suggestion made Mr. Zhao stretch his arms and pull his legs.
He turned over and got up from the stretcher he had been carrying.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!"
He touched the injured part of his body.
Except for the slight tingling that still remained and the lack of strength in his body, his body had indeed made an almost complete recovery.
"Spell healing not only invokes magic power, but also consumes the power in your body in advance, which needs to be replenished through food." Zhang Xuezhou warned: "You have eaten more meat recently to nourish your body. If possible, eat some ginseng."
Soup."
"Thank you, Brother Zhang!"
If he hadn't known that Zhang Xuezhou was just a monk who was good at healing, Mr. Zhao would have been like those stupid people shouting about gods.
He responded to Zhang Xuezhou's instructions and heard Zhang Xuezhou moaning tiredly.
"Wang Er Mazi, hurry up and collect the medicine for me. The higher the year, the better!"
When Zhang Xuezhou got the five guan money, he spent it casually.
Involving ginseng, poria, atractylodes, polygonatum, polygonum multiflorum, cypress, Yiren, rehmannia glutinosa, pine nuts and other medicinal materials, he also began to pursue the year and seek to refine the five-day bigu powder and the seven-day bigu powder.
The money passed through his hands for a moment, and then quickly dispersed.
Wu Guan Qian is a full five thousand and a half taels. This money does seem to be a lot, but it can only be used to buy the most common bigu powder medicinal material, 600 copies.
Zhang Xuezhou is bound to fail when refining. The yield of refining Bigu Powder in a small amount is about 50%, but since it involves repeated refining, his chances of success will not increase. On the contrary, it will continue to decrease because it is difficult to continue refining carefully.
If all were used for three-day Bigu Powder, Zhang Xuezhou estimated that his finished product should be around 200 copies.
According to his current work and rest pattern, these Bigu Powders are enough for him for nearly two years.
But his body has been out of control for a long time. If possible, Zhang Xuezhou certainly hopes that he can resist hunger for five days or even seven days after falling asleep, instead of being full for three days and hungry for four days.
As his Bigu Powder continues to improve, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will gradually get rid of the need for Bigu Powder.
The money Mr. Zhao spent on treating his illness will probably last him until that time.
"Perhaps after I enter the consciousness-creating realm, Bigu Jue will be able to meet my needs, or maybe I only need to take some three-day Bigu Powder to fully meet my needs!"
Zhang Xuezhou's pursuit of improving his realm is not empty talk. After getting the spirit-forging pill that Chu Bugui refined for him, Zhang Xuezhou finally felt confident.
He is very motivated to seek breakthroughs in his realm.
While many people were trying to make themselves better and more powerful, he was just trying to save his life.
This is no less powerful than the monks practicing in the military area, and even more powerful than some monks in the military area.
Zhang Xuezhou's mind was extremely clear and he was constantly calculating what he needed.
Wang Ermazi quickly wrote down his request.
Money paved the way, and Wang Ermazi also kept urging the two drug store clerks.
"It's a pity that you didn't have half a tael of money before. My old ginseng and Shouwu were all bought by others," Wang Ermazi hissed.
“It’s not a bad thing if I didn’t ask for it in advance!”
Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.
Zhang Sanyang, who was buying medicine from the Zhao family, died and the medicinal materials were taken away. Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was not too bad for him to be late.
What he said in response to Wang Ermazi triggered Mr. Zhao's memories.
"Brother Zhang, is the medicinal material that Taigong Jiang sought effective on my child?" Master Zhao called.
"Angelica sinensis, ginseng, polygonum multiflorum, dragon's blood mushroom, and red fruit that have been used for more than a century are all great medicines for replenishing qi and blood. I don't know whether they are symptomatic, but Zhao Junwei's body must be deficient in qi and blood after being ill for a long time, so he should replenish it in an appropriate amount.
It’s not a bad thing,” Zhang Xuezhou responded.
"Wang Er Mazi!"
Zhang Xuezhou's response is not satisfactory, but it is the best answer Mr. Zhao has heard so far.
He shouted and asked this second-level medicinal material dealer from Ju'an Street to quickly purchase medicinal materials from all over the country.
"I'll pay another ten and a half taels," Mr. Zhao said, patting his chest: "Hurry up and mobilize hundreds of herb collectors to collect herbs. If the money is not enough, I will take more!"
"How can I have so many herb collectors? There are less than twenty herb collectors from all over my country!"
Wang Ermazi looked bitter.
It is a good thing that some people buy medicines, but it is a bad thing that the supply of medicinal materials is insufficient.
The stall is fine with normal customers like Zhang Xuezhou who don't rush and are not in a hurry. But with people like Mr. Zhao in the stall, Wang Erpazi only feels that the ten dollars is too hot to handle.
If he really fails to meet Mr. Zhao's request in time, there is a high chance that his drug store will be smashed and beaten, and everything will be lost.
"Are you really collecting a large amount of medicinal materials?"
"We can also collect herbs!"
"indeed!"
"As long as you search deep in the mountains for three to five days, you won't be able to collect angelica and ginseng!"
"What does Dragon Blood Mushroom look like?"
"How do you charge for these medicinal materials and what is their price?"
"I heard this god said he wanted pine nuts. There are a lot of pine nuts on some old trees over there in Nanshan!"
"I know a few places where Polygonatum grows!"
…
Wang Ermazi looked embarrassed, while nearly a hundred people who were watching Zhang Xuezhou's healing heard the sutra on getting rich.
The exchange of whispers continued.
Watching the gods save people is a form of gossip that can enrich people's conversations and even serve as an insight that can be used to show off again and again for the rest of their lives.
But finding and selling medicines for money is life.
If Wang Ermazi could collect various kinds of medicinal materials in large quantities, they could all become medicinal collectors today.