"You don't say. I can see it a little bit," Hu Mei said.
"Right? It felt like it had seen a cat."
"People say that rats are actually very smart. It's probably because you scared it when you caught it, and it already has a scary impression of you. That's why it was so scared when it saw you again," Hu Mei said.
"Really?"
"It must be."
"Well, I'll leave. You stay here and see if it's still very scared."
After he finished speaking, Jia Zizai got up and walked away. Hu Mei was still there. The little mouse in the cage was still scurrying back and forth. It kept biting the iron cage with its teeth, trying to bite through the steel wire. It was obviously still very panicked, and it was even a little panicked.
"Is it really scared?"
"Step back and see how it reacts," Jia Zizai whispered behind her.
Hu Mei heard this and took a few steps back. When she was outside the door, she looked at the mouse. Then, something magical happened. The mouse actually calmed down a lot. It was no longer as manic as before. Although it still moved in the cage, it was a normal activity. It wasn't as crazy as before.
"It's really?" Hu Mei was surprised.
"Sir, what's in the medicine that you gave us?"
"Mice are scared. Hey, snakes should be hibernating at this time, right?" Jia Zizai said. His eyes were rolling. No one knew what he was thinking.
"You'd better be quiet!"
"I'm fine. I'm just saying it casually. You don't have to be so worried. Just smile."
In response, Hu Mei rolled her eyes.
"Honey, I find that you are getting more and more beautiful. Your skin is getting more and more tender," Jia Zizai said.
"Well, I found that too," Hu Mei said. This was not a compliment from Jia Zizai. Her body was indeed changing. It was a kind of reverse growth. Her whole person was energetic. She felt younger. It was reflected in her appearance. Her skin was getting better. The wrinkles on her face that used to be covered by makeup had disappeared. The hidden white hair on her head had become black. This was a change that had happened after she came to the mountain village.
No one disliked being young, especially when it happened to her. The change in mentality was one reason. The more important reason was that she had followed Wang Yao to practice.
"It was a wise decision to come here!" Jia Zizai exclaimed.
Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me.
"Senior?"
Zhong Liuchuan came in from outside.
"What's the matter?"
"Ah, are you free tonight?"
"Yes, I'm free," Jia Zizai said.
"I want to invite you to my house," Zhong Liuchuan said. During this time, he had always accepted Jia Zizai's request to come to his house as a guest, but he had never invited the couple even once. He had this idea for a long time. It happened to be the weekend, and Zhong Anxin had returned. They could get together.
"Good!" Jia Zizai clapped her hands.
"I'll prepare two bottles of good wine."
"I'll help cook," Hu Mei said.
"No, no, you are guests. My cooking skills are not bad," Zhong Liuchuan said. In order to take care of his sister, Zhong Liuchuan had actually developed good cooking skills.
"Well, it's settled then."
"I'll invite Dr. Wang." Zhong Liuchuan went to the clinic. He happened to have nothing to do.
"Tonight? Okay," Wang Yao said.
The matter was settled. Zhong Liuchuan went home to prepare.
Soon, it was evening. Wang Yao brought a bottle of good wine and roast duck from Jing.
As a wine lover, Jia Zizai could see at a glance that the bottle of wine Wang Yao brought was extraordinary. "Hey, the bottle of wine you brought is good!"
"There is still a lot of wine at home," Wang Yao said. "I don't drink. My father has been drinking less recently. If you want to drink, you can go and get it at any time."
"How can that be?" Jia Zizai said. In fact, since he began to practice, the amount of wine he drank had been decreasing. When he liked something, another hobby slowly faded.
Practice was addictive.
After not seeing her for a while, Zhong Anxin had grown a little taller. The girl had also become a lot more beautiful. As the saying went, a girl changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood.
She was very sensible. She took the initiative to help her brother cook and serve the dishes. When the dishes were cleaned, she went straight to her room to do her homework after eating.
"You have a good sister!" Jia Zizai said.
"Yes."
The four of them ate, drank, and chatted until nine o 'clock in the evening before they left.
Wang Yao went home and then went to Nanshan Hill.
"Thank you, Brother."
"You're welcome," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"It's okay. Come to my house tomorrow!"
Zhong Liuchuan smiled but did not promise.
Jia Zizai drank a lot. He burped and left with his wife in his arms.
"Keep your hands still," Zhong Liuchuan said. "Where are you putting them? Anxin is still watching."
"Ah," Jia Zizai immediately stopped and looked back. Sure enough, Anxin and her brother were standing at the door to see them off.
"Bye, Anxin," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"Goodbye, Brother, Sister-in-law," Anxin said.
"Tsk tsk, our sister," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"Wife, let's have a girl first," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"Up to you."
"Haha."
The crescent moon was curved, shining on Jiuzhou. It was late at night and quiet.
On Nanshan Hill, there was the sound of chanting again. It didn't stop until 11 p.m.
The next morning, small snowflakes floated in the sky.
It was snowing.
However, it was not particularly cold.
On Dongshan Hill, three people were meditating.
Hiss! Phew!
Wang Yao stood high and looked at the sky.
After the three people finished their meditation, he called them together.
"Today, I'll teach you something," Wang Yao said with a smile.
He taught them a set of footwork, which was also from the ancient boxing scripture. It was called Stepping on Swallow. After mastering it, one's speed was extremely fast and flexible in a small area. It was just that the footwork was a little more complicated.
Wang Yao first explained the most basic footwork standards to them. The three people had learned Kung Fu and had a considerable foundation, so it was not particularly difficult for them to get started. This Kung Fu was relatively easy to learn but difficult to master. It required constant practice.
"Well, let's call it a day."
The four of them went down the mountain together. Wang Yao's clinic was open as usual.
Thousands of miles away, in a certain city in Jiangnan, Zheng Weijun had an appointment with a man in his 40s. He wore glasses and took good care of himself. This man controlled the largest pharmaceutical sales channel in the province.
After the new medicine was produced, the next step was to sell it. Therefore, he came there and brought some samples with him.
"New medicine?" The middle-aged man looked at the Primordial Spirit Soup in front of him.
"Yes."
"Nanshan Pharmaceutical, the company you opened?"
"Yes."
"Is it worth it to give up all the power in your hands and start all over again?"
"It's worth it, and I've fought enough. There's nothing wrong with starting all over again."
"Since you've found me, I'll definitely help you," the middle-aged man said. "Friendship is friendship, business is business. In business, you have to follow the rules. Do you understand my rules?"
"Yes," Zheng Weijun said.
"That's good. Put down the samples and give me this amount."
"Okay."
The first batch of medicine was sold, but he did not dare to relax. In the afternoon, he went to another place.
At the same time, in a mountain village thousands of miles away, Wang Yao also sold the first bottle of Primordial Spirit Soup.
"Nanshan Pharmaceutical? This is produced by the pharmaceutical factory in town, right?" the patient asked. "My family lives near the factory."
"Yes."
"Dr. Wang, this medicine?"
"Don't worry, there's no problem. If there's a problem, you can come to me," Wang Yao said.
The old man's problem was physical weakness. The medicine was just right for the disease.
"That's not what I meant," he hurriedly said. "Thank you."
"Take care."
The medicine was produced in batches using wild herbs. It was only a little more than $30. It was not expensive. Wang Yao was basically selling it at cost price.
In the afternoon, Wang Zecheng brought Wang Yilong to the clinic.
"Why are you free today?"
"It's the weekend," Wang Zecheng said. "It's rare to have a day off."
"Oh, come and sit."
Wang Yao checked Wang Yilong. The old man looked very good and was in good condition.
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