I don’t know if it’s because of Mang Niu’s powerful fists, or because the unique life experience in the Book of Life and Death is integrated into the body, causing the body to consume too much energy.
Zhang Mingtu obviously ate several kilograms of wild boar for dinner, but he was still hungry at night.
After finishing two kilograms of beef-like wild boar braised by my mother, Wang Yulan, the hunger in my belly barely dissipated.
Mother Wang Yulan put away the dishes and gave Zhang Mingtu some careful instructions before going back to his room to rest.
Zhang Mingtu sat quietly in the room. His body was obviously very tired, but his spirit was very exciting and he had no idea of falling asleep.
Sitting at the desk in the room, he took out the prescription given to him by the one-armed old man.
At this time, the night is high in the sky, the moon is as big as a disk, and the stars are shining brightly.
Without lighting a lamp, he just read the prescription of the one-armed old man in front of the window.
There is not one prescription, but two.
One side is Bazhen Decoction, which is used to replenish qi. The main drugs are Codonopsis pilosula, Poria cocos, Atractylodes macrocephala, and licorice. There are also corresponding cooking and refining methods, but the description is very simple.
The other side is Siwu Decoction, which is used to replenish blood.
Ligusticum chuanxiong, angelica root, rehmannia root, and white peony root are quite good blood-tonifying prescriptions.
The medicinal materials in the prescription are not very precious and can be purchased in drug stores. Even the escort agencies purchase medicinal materials on a daily basis and can be purchased in the escort agencies.
However, although medicinal materials are common, there are requirements for the corresponding years.
"Is this to help me practice martial arts better?"
Zhang Mingtu was not very familiar with medicinal materials, but when he saw these two prescriptions, he felt familiar in his heart.
I even added two herbs at the end of Siwu Decoction - cinnamon and astragalus.
"This can better replenish blood and qi, and is good for tendons and bone strengthening."
Zhang Mingtu had a clear understanding in his heart, but he also had a layer of worry.
He opened the desk drawer, and inside there was only a row of scattered copper plates, about dozens of them.
This is all he has.
You can only eat a few meals, but if you want to prepare this prescription to help you practice, it is completely insufficient.
"A penny can't help a heroic man!"
It costs at least five taels of silver to prepare one prescription. If you prepare two prescriptions, one tael of silver will be enough.
Zhang Jishi is considered to be a member of the family with a relatively high income, but his daily escort service only costs seven taels of silver on a monthly basis.
If you don't use darts at ordinary times, you will only have one tael of silver.
The prescription may be of first-class help in spiritual practice, but Zhang Mingtu has no money.
If you ask Wang Yulan and Zhang Jishi, it's not impossible to get them, but Zhang Mingtu is a little reluctant.
Counting the age of two lifetimes, he is already over thirty.
He doesn't want to rely too much on his parents.
"Then how do you get money?"
In this life, he is only seventeen years old, and his muscles and bones have not yet grown.
Although boxing skills can lead to the gods, they are just boxing skills. His strength, vitality and blood are not much higher than those of a boy of his age.
Even if you want to teach boxing and become a boxing gym instructor, you will be chosen on the same day.
As for other options, at the age of seventeen, there is no job that pays enough for him to practice martial arts.
"Are we still going to open a restaurant?"
After thinking about it, Zhang Mingtu couldn't find a solution.
At this time, the previous excitement had gradually disappeared. Zhang Mingtu only felt sleepiness gradually creeping into his mind. He simply turned over to bed without thinking too much and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he hit the pillow.
The next day, Zhang Mingtu woke up to his mother's urging.
Opening your eyes and looking around, you can already see the bright sunshine outside.
"You still have to do morning exercises in the morning..."
Zhang Mingtu panicked and put his right hand on the edge of the bed to get up.
As a result, as soon as I exerted my strength, I felt a tingling sensation in my right hand and all over my body, and my body felt a little weak.
"This is?"
The pain in his body was very similar to Zhang Mingtu's memory of over-exercising, like practicing hard before a physical exam and then feeling sore all over the next day.
And now his condition is much worse than before the sports assessment in the last life.
"Hiss~"
While Zhang Mingtu was eating the breakfast prepared by Wang Yulan, he inhaled in pain and was still thinking about what excuse he would use to avoid the morning exercise later.
In his current state, there is definitely no way he can complete morning exercises. In the past, it was embarrassing.
"I've already said hello to the coach in advance, so you don't have to go there today."
As if she knew what Zhang Mingtu was thinking, Wang Yulan spoke during the meal break, leaving Zhang Mingtu with a look of astonishment.
"I saw that you were sweating profusely from practicing yesterday, so I asked for leave in advance. Don't worry, you are not special. It was the first time for you to practice boxing yesterday. Many of you were so excited that they couldn't get up today.
"
Hearing this, Zhang Mingtu completely lost his worries and his appetite whetted his appetite.
I don't know if it was due to martial arts training, but Zhang Mingtu's stomach felt like a bottomless pit. Even after eating three large bowls of noodles, he still felt empty.
It was Wang Yulan who took a piece of bacon from under the eaves and mixed it with the noodles and cooked it together.
A small pot of noodles was mixed with a large bowl of meat. I ate it in such a muddle that I barely felt full.
"They say that practicing martial arts whets your appetite, and being able to eat is a blessing."
Wang Yulan didn't mind it very much, but there was a hint of worry deep in her eyes.
This is really delicious.
I thought I only ate so much yesterday, but ended up eating so much every time.
If he continued like this, he and Zhang Jishi's income would barely allow Zhang Mingtu to have enough to eat.
Just seeing that Zhang Mingtu was eating deliciously, Wang Yulan didn't say much, and went out with a worried expression after clearing the dishes.
Zhang Mingtu did not go out after dinner this time, but returned to his bedroom. His bedroom was very simple, with only a bed, a desk, and a chair.
He sat at his desk and meditated.
The melancholy on Wang Yulan's face was not concealed too much. If the original Zhang Mingtu could not see anything, the current Zhang Mingtu knew very well why Wang Yulan was happy and worried.
After all, it's still a question of money.
The entire family's income is only enough for Zhang Mingtu to eat and drink, not to mention that martial arts training also requires relevant prescriptions to nourish the body and strengthen the body.
Poor literature and rich martial arts are the insights of our predecessors.
Money, money!
Zhang Mingtu wrote three words "money" on the paper in succession, but he still felt troubled.
Inventing distillation technology, brewing spirits, and opening a restaurant is a road to wealth.
However, the Zhang family's body is completely unable to bear such a huge profit, and even the Weiyuan Escort Agency on the list cannot withstand it.
Open a restaurant and die ten years later.
If I don't open a restaurant, I will die of suffocation now.
Zhang Mingtu wrote down the relevant pros and cons on paper.
"Open, the restaurant has to open, don't stop eating because of choking!"
"What happens ten years from now? Let's talk about it ten years from now. At worst, when the time comes, I will make the formula public directly."
"But this time the focus of opening a restaurant must be on martial arts training, not on making money like before."
"I am a farmer who keeps grain and my neighbor keeps guns. We must never do it again."