The hinterland of Zhongnan Mountain.
The four weirdos headed by Zhang Yimeng all looked at the smiling Dongzhang with strange expressions. Even the Baicao Immortal who was performing the knife attack on Dongzhang made a move, but soon resumed his movements without any hesitation. Long.
Lu Yao was also attracted by the chef's words. He looked curiously at the fat man with half black and half white hair and said, "Uncle, are you good at cooking?"
As soon as the words came out, Zhang Yimeng and others looked even weirder, but when they saw the cook, he laughed, held up the black black iron kitchen knife on his waist, and said: "Uncle, I was originally a cook. Those who run on the ground and those who swim in the river are all fine. Little sister, what do you like to eat?"
As he spoke, he winked at Lu Yao with a bright smile, looking like a weirdo.
"Okay, okay, Xiaoyao likes elbows the most, can you do it?" Lu Yao looked at the former expectantly.
At this time, Zhang Yimeng suddenly interjected: "Little girl, don't say it's an elbow, this fat guy is hiding his secrets. What he is best at is actually cooking."
After he finished speaking, everyone's expressions were suffocated, and even the air seemed to be still. They all turned to look at the fat man with a charming smile. The two younger ones, Lu Yao and Lu Qing, were so frightened that they took two steps back. It was really... Horrible.
Seeing that the two little girls seemed to be frightened, Zhang Yimeng opened the fan to cover half of his face and said: "Haha, it's just a joke, you don't have to take it seriously."
But this explanation was so feeble and weak. Everyone had already accepted the deeds he had told before, so how could a few words carry them through.
Lu Yao glanced at the cook with a scared look on his face, and cautiously said to Zhang Yimeng: "Uncle, this joke is not funny at all."
The corners of the latter's mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hands repeatedly to apologize: "Haha, I'm so rude, I'm really sorry."
Lu Yao was doubtful about this, while Lu Qing, Li Mochou and others looked at the cook with solemn expressions, obviously not believing Zhang Yimeng's explanation.
The chef didn't comment or explain. He touched his round belly and looked at Dongzhang. The latter also raised his eyes and looked up. The two of them didn't say anything.
Our country has had dishonest people since ancient times. This is a real historical fact. The collapse of order and morality has a process.
Eating tree bark and roots is the first stage. After all these are dug up and eaten by the hungry victims, the second stage begins. At that time, the hungry victims begin to rack their brains and start to eat the contents of their cotton-padded clothes. Start with cotton and leather.
Then we come to the so-called Guanyin soil, which is real soil. This kind of soil is widely found in rural areas. It grows white and thin, like white flour. If you dig it out and expose it to the sun, it can be used as a substitute for white flour. Taste.
In fact, this kind of soil can be eaten in moderation, but eating it directly will stick to the tongue and make the throat sticky. In the harsh famine era, if conditions were good, starch and Guanyin soil were usually mixed in proportion to make a kind of "Tumo" Staple food.
You will feel full after eating it, but it is not real food after all. But in the era of famine, who would care about this, as long as it can fill your stomach.
If you eat less Guanyin soil, you will have abdominal distension and swollen hands and feet. If you eat more, your belly will be swollen like a stone. It will destroy people's normal defecation function and make people suffocate to death.
Therefore, there are countless victims who died from eating Guanyin soil. At this time, the dishman came into being.
People in troubled times are like ants and their lives are like grass. Faced with such a miserable epic, the bottom line cannot stand any test at all.
Because it is too straightforward, terrifying and desolate, few people recite it.
Zhuang Chuo of the Song Dynasty has records in his "Jianribian", which clearly illustrates these experiences.
Cruelty and blood can be seen between the lines. Although Dongzhang has never seen it, he has heard about it.
As for Renchuzi, it is not difficult to infer from his name that he is a cook and is good at...
This man also had a tragic experience as a child. In order to let him survive, his parents became helpers.
The cook who survived became obsessed when he grew up and ate himself to become a fat man. He also wanted his dead parents to see that he would no longer be hungry.
Only Baicao Fairy has heard about his experience, and the others don't know about it. They only know that the cook's hobby is cooking.
Several people didn't care much about this, because which of them had not had a tragic experience?
Looking at the more than ten scars and sword marks on Han Wugu's face, one knew that this woman's experience would not be much better.
Regarding this, Zhang Dong glanced at Li Mochou, who had a stern expression, and said to himself: "Look at other people, how far have you come from with this experience? You are just a child. If you lose love, you will die. It is really not worthy of publicity. No wonder these five people look down on you, but it’s also understandable.”
Experience determines everything, and each of the five of them is a perfect protagonist. It is their tragic experiences and adventures that have created their superb skills. Li Mochou is still too happy.
Just when everyone was immersed in their own little thoughts, Baicao Fairy suddenly came behind Dongzhang and handed out a brocade box and said: "Mr. Dongzhang, your internal injuries are not serious. This is my little thought, please accept it. "
This sudden sound also 'awoke' everyone. Except for Xiao Longnu, they all looked at the brocade box in front of Dong Zhang. Longnu couldn't help but turn her eyes and glance at this simple little brocade box. She had been there all along. Watching Baicao Xian heal Dong Zhang's wounds, he didn't show any concern for anyone else.
Dongzhang took the brocade box with one hand and pried it open with his thumb. When he saw it, he smiled and said, "This thing is very precious and valuable. Wouldn't it be a waste if you give it to me?"
Baicao Fairy smiled slightly and said nonchalantly: "Nothing is wasted. A sword matches a hero. I can't afford such a famous weapon. A small gift is not respectful. Sir, please accept it."
"Tsk, Millennium Snow Ginseng, Baicao Fairy, you are so generous." Zhang Yimeng sighed when he saw it.
Even the chef, Master Shengyin and others were a little surprised.
Dongzhang didn't say much after hearing this. He picked up the snow ginseng with one hand and looked at it for a moment. Everyone saw that this foot-long snow-white ginseng looked like a well-formed child, with a head, body, limbs, and a faint glow on the skin. The color of blood is truly a rare treasure.
Seeing Dongzhang watching, Baicao Fairy did not mean to explain but still quickly cut the knife behind Dongzhang. The chef then acted as the commentator and said: "This thousand-year-old snow ginseng can cure terminal diseases, detoxify hundreds of poisons, and is even more effective in treating internal injuries." The curative effect of imagination can be said to have the effect of reviving death and extending life. Even if you take it after you are a hundred years old, you can extend your life by another century."
Hearing his explanation, everyone knew how precious this branch of snow ginseng was. Everyone in the ancient tomb did not expect that this strange man would get such a precious thing out of his hands, which was really a bit unexpected.
Dongzhang didn't care about that much. He opened his mouth and bit off the head of the snow ginseng, chewing it slowly in his mouth.
At this time, Baicao Fairy's fingers were like the wind, and he was quickly threading the needle behind Dong Zhang. Everyone couldn't help but move behind him to watch him perform the needle, and they couldn't help but look at each other in astonishment.
But seeing the damaged skin on Dong Zhang's back being stitched up quickly and visibly by him one by one, even Xiao Longnu, a 'master' who was good at sewing clothes, couldn't help but secretly admire her.
It's true that Baicao Xian's stitching speed was too fast, and there were no cracks in the stitches. It looked like it was formed naturally. The superb skills are impressive.
The thread was also transparent, and soon, all the wounds on Dongzhang's back were sutured by Baicao Fairy. After all this was done, Baicao Fairy showed no sign of relaxing, as if he had done an insignificant thing.
But seeing him exhale slightly, he quickly inserted the needle into Dongzhang's acupuncture points with ten fingers. The other end of the needle was connected to a red thread and placed on his hand.
"Mr. Dongzhang, the next step is internal injuries."
(End of chapter)
