Jiang Wen watched the fire burning from the side, and when he approached, he noticed that they were back. He waved and said, "I can finally eat the food you cooked tonight. This pot can't be used for the time being. You need to find a way to overcome it first."
Fu Ningdie timidly led the horse over and asked Jiang Wen: "Master... Xiao Shitou did something wrong. Are you going to stew him?"
The disobedient apprentice was actually going to be stewed in soup. Ningdie was so scared that she almost cried. She hugged the horse's leg and trembled. The horse didn't understand anything and even went up to steal two young grasses and chewed them, humming.
Chidi is very exciting.
"Go, go, go find something else to eat when you're hungry! I found these medicinal materials now, it's troublesome! Lao Ye, did you steal its forage?"
Lao Ye pretended not to hear, mumbled a few words and went to cook.
"I'm here to help Xiao Shitou practice."
Jiang Wen waved to Ningdie and signaled her not to think nonsense: "To get started with Iron Cloth Shirt, you need to wipe it with medicinal juice first, take it internally and externally for a month to ensure that the medicinal power penetrates all the limbs and infiltrates into the pores of the skin. Otherwise, the skin will ulcerate if you use it too much.
Failure to practice will cause damage.”
He patted Yan Zhendong's secret book, "The method above is to learn hard skills for three years until the skin pores can shrink freely, and then wipe them at noon when the yang energy is the strongest. But I thought about it and put it on
Can't you just cook it in a pot? Simmer it over a slow fire every day, add onions, ginger, aniseed, aniseed, and then let him drink the soup. After a few months, the bones will be marinated with flavor!"
Jiang Wen was very confident that this method would work - otherwise, why would those grass-fed and milk-fed Wagyu be so expensive?
Of course, with Xiao Shitou's stomach, he definitely couldn't drink that much medicinal soup. So Jiang Wen was simmering the same formula of medicinal soup in a small medical pot beside him. He boiled five bowls into one bowl and drank it to absorb the medicinal power.
After Lao Ye came back, everyone's food had been significantly improved, at least they no longer had to eat boiled noodles every meal.
Without a stew pot, Lao Ye quickly made several plates of stir-fried leeks and shallots, fried shredded pork in oil, and steamed a basket of lotus leaf pancakes on the stove. Everyone finished the meal happily.
"Master, I'm going down the mountain to take care of the teahouse first. I'll heat up the food tonight and eat it. I'll go up the mountain to work again tomorrow."
Lao Ye cleaned up the Tongtianyan debris for a while, packed up his things, and then led his horse to leave.
Fu Ningdie said reluctantly: "Grandpa Ye, aren't you coming up in the evening?"
Lao Ye chuckled and said, "I'm not coming. I'll close the teahouse and go back to town later. Once it gets dark, I'll take the Dawangfeng mountain trail again..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wen suddenly interrupted: "Old Ye, don't steal the horse's fodder next time. I think the horse is starving and thin."
The groom, Lao Ye, understood and stopped talking. He turned around and complained: "Master, just use the money you gave me for fodder. I have to add more than ten cents every ten days to keep this horse full."
, where is the way to deduct..."
"Then you should think of something else!"
The two of them walked to the stove without saying anything, and Lao Ye whispered: "Master, you didn't tell the children about this mountain?"
Jiang Wen said with a bitter face: "Do you think I can still receive these apprentices if I tell the truth?"
"Then what if something happens..."
Lao Ye lowered his voice as low as possible, "It has been rumored in the town for a long time. Sooner or later, we will know."
Jiang Wen said nonchalantly: "There will be no problem after passing Zhang Xianyan. If you can't get up, don't worry - hurry down the mountain after your work, and don't stay at the foot of the mountain too long."
"okay."
Lao Ye shouted in a louder voice and took small steps to clean up the house for them.
When the two of them were talking, Fu Ningdie had been eavesdropping for a long time with her little ears raised, but she couldn't figure it out. She just felt that there must be something fishy about this mountain, otherwise everyone would be so vague.
In order to make a joke, the little girl pretended to be cute and cute, helped Jiang Wen pick up the medicinal materials, raised her head and asked, "Master, let me help you. Just now, Grandpa Ye..."
Jiang Wen saw through her intentions at a glance and deliberately changed the topic.
"Are you talking about Lao Ye? He was also a martial arts practitioner when he was young. He spent money on martial arts every day. Not only did he make his wife and children angry, but he also lost all his wealth and became an old bachelor in the town. That's it.
I kindly found him a job."
Fu Ningdie said quickly: "No, no, I mean Grandpa Ye said..."
Jiang Wen continued: "You are talking about his legs, right? He was lame when he competed with others in his early years. Not only his legs and feet, but also his skull was smashed, his right arm was also crushed, and he suffered numerous major and minor injuries.
, and later my habit of smoking cigarettes damaged my lungs, so we martial arts practitioners must know how to measure. The real kung fu actually lies within this measure..."
The head of Jiang University just had this ability. He could talk about teaching disciples and imparting experience in three sentences. He kept talking until Fu Ningdie was dizzy. She forgot what she wanted to ask just now and only thought about running away just now.
Farther away.
"There are people who are victorious and lose nothing; there are people who are defeated many times but lose a lot of money. When the road in Chong'an County is built, I will take you to Fuzhou City to let you truly see the world.
The appearance of..."
Jiang Wen kept talking and took Ningdie to the big pottery vat. He added a ladle of hot water to the small stone that had soaked until it fell asleep, and added some firewood underneath.
"Here, wipe your face."
Fu Ningdie felt dizzy, but suddenly her eyes went dark, and a hot towel covered her little face.
Jiang Wen handed the ironed towel to Ningdie while scolding: "Hurry up and take it, do you still want Master to help you wash your face? What does the little girl look like with a dirty face and a runny nose? Wipe it off quickly.
Already."
The hot towel was pressed against her face. Fu Ningdie felt that the cold face was so comfortable that it was about to melt away. She took the towel and wiped it hard, then buried her face in it comfortably and didn't want to talk. She just endured it.
I couldn't help but secretly rolled my eyes.
I have been collecting firewood and carrying water all day long, so I am in a shabby state. Isn’t that thanks to this master? How dare he blame himself for being sloppy?
Fu Ningdie suddenly felt a chill on her face. Jiang Wen took the towel away again and rinsed it in hot water before returning it to her.
When she took the towel again, Ningdie realized that her annoying face suddenly looked a bit like her unsmiling father at home, and occasionally overlapped with her nagging mother.
"homesick?"
Jiang Wen could see through her thoughts at a glance. What the little girl was thinking was actually written on her face.
Fu Ningdie wiped her face vigorously and denied in a low voice.
"No."
Jiang Wen looked at her with a smile: "It's not shameful to be homesick. Master, I miss home too, and I have thought about it for many years."
Ningdie asked in a low voice: "Then why don't you go back, Master?"
Jiang Wen shook his head meaningfully and slowly processed the medicinal materials.
"The road home is long and difficult, and I have made plans not to go back."
With a few simple actions and a few words, Ningdie felt that the not-too-old master in front of her seemed to have grown snow-white hair, and the emotions in his eyes were too vicissitudes of life.
Ningdie lowered her head and said nothing, wiping her face and secretly looking at Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen pretended not to see her actions and helped her wipe her face carefully before saying: "Heaven's plum blossoms condense with butterfly powder, spring returns and willow leaves draw moth eyebrows - only in this way can you be worthy of me giving you a name."
His name."
(So this is what the name means? It sounds pretty good...)
Ningdie secretly thought to herself, and suddenly felt that she was no longer so disgusted with this name.