Tan Wushuang said disdainfully: "What are you afraid of? If we were to kill you, we would have done it long ago. Go back to sleep quickly, or the child will be frozen. By the way, make room for us."
In a sense, Fu Xiaohu's statement is too childish. Although this group of bandits all came from miserable backgrounds, some of them carried human lives on their backs, and some were bandits who were driven to death after being chased by their enemies.
However, the night was passed peacefully. The bandits had seen the powerful fighting ability of these two people. If they were to attack them while they were sleeping at night, it would be better if they succeeded. If they failed, they would all have to answer for it. Besides, these two have extraordinary martial arts skills, and they are really masters of some sect. If one of them is injured by others, you can imagine the consequences.
On the second night after leaving the valley, the two finally slept on a decent bed.
This bandit village is very similar to the residential area of Chaolan Valley, with houses built by each family. Many bandits also bring their families with them. There are more than fifty people in the village, about twenty old men, and the rest are women and children.
Early the next morning, Fu Xiaohu and his wife got up. Someone had already prepared toiletries and breakfast. It was the first time in their lives that the two of them were being served by someone, and they were a little uncomfortable.
After eating, the bandit boss found them. It was dark last night and I couldn't see this man's face clearly, but now it's dawn and I can see him clearly. He is a very rugged-looking man, who looks to be in his fifties. He is tall and has bulging tendons. He looks like a fierce man.
"You two," the bandit leader's tone was still not very polite, "you two have stayed for the night and have eaten. It's time for us to talk."
Fu Xiaohu asked: "What are you talking about?"
"Last night you said that you should lead us to live a better life. I thought about it all night, and you must have said it casually because of your passion. We people can't hold up the wall with mud, and we can't afford the trouble of you two."
"That's what you said," Tan Wushuang was a little unconvinced, "Does this man look like a joker?"
The bandit leader sneered: "Then you two, tell me, how can we let us live like human beings? My name is Wang Wubing. I was a disciple of the Shaolin family in the early years. I killed all my enemies in a rage many years ago. I was deceived by the world. There was a bounty on my head, so I ended up here as a last resort. Speaking of which, compared to others, I am promising, and the rest are not as good as me."
Fu Xiaohu asked with a smile: "Third Master, are you willing to stay in this cottage for the rest of your life? If you don't protect everything, some day a hero can't stand it anymore and come over to kill you. You seem to have nothing to worry about, but in fact you are worried every day. That woman yesterday , is she your wife? At your age, you should have children. Can you bear to let them be afraid with you? "
"I can't bear it, I also want to live a decent life," Wang Wubing said, "But can I? If you think I can, please show me a way out."
Fu Xiaohu patted his butt and stood up, saying: "Don't worry, there will be a solution. By the way, show me around my cottage, and tell me what you do every day?"
This mountain is called "Nianzi Mountain" because there is a huge rock on the top of the mountain, which looks like a nianzi. The village originally had no name, but the residents at the foot of the mountain called them "Nianzi Mountain Raiders", so the village was called Nianzi Village. The cottage is indeed not big, with more than 20 simple wooden houses, but it has all the living facilities and also raises some chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep. I heard from Wang Wubing that they still have a few acres of farmland behind the mountain, and they can grow some food in their spare time.
It didn't take much time to complete the entire cottage.
Now the village is quiet, everyone is hiding in the house and dare not come out. They are afraid that the two masters will kill them in anger.
"That's all," Wang Wu said honestly even though he was sick, "There is still some money in the warehouse, not much, a hundred and ten taels. If you two want to leave, you can take the money as you wish."
Fu Xiaohu said with a smile: "Very good, doesn't this sound like a well-off family? Okay, it's none of your business, go back first, gather everyone together after lunch, and I'll teach you how to live a good life." "
Wang Wubing left with hesitation.
Fu Xiaohu stood at the gate of the mountain, looking at the mountains in the distance. At this moment, he felt very melancholy - he was so hot-blooded last night that he couldn't bear to see the suffering in the world, so he said that. Now calm down and think about it carefully, you have a shitty ability. It had only been three days since the two of them came out of the valley, and they had a good meal on the first day. They couldn't even feed themselves. How could he have that ability among the fifty or so people in the village.
But the cow has already been blown away, so I can't do it unless I bite the bullet.
Tan Wushuang doesn't have any psychological burden. He now listens to Fu Xiaohu. During the fight last night, it was his first time fighting with someone. He had no experience, so Tan Wushuang accidentally got a cut on his arm. He was so excited at the time that he didn't feel any pain. It was only when he went to bed at night that he discovered a cut on his arm. Although the incision is long, it is not deep. It was bandaged with a cloth last night. Now he took apart the cloth and took some herbs from somewhere and applied it to the wound.
Fu Xiaohu asked: "Fat man, where did you get the medicine?"
"Oh, when we just visited their pharmacy, I saw some herbal medicines. Didn't the Marquis teach us when we were young? I saw that those herbal medicines happened to be the medicine for golden sores, so I grabbed some."
"Oh, that's it...wait a minute!" Fu Xiaohu seemed to have discovered something. He stared at the herbs on Tan Wushuang's arm, then ran to the center of the village and shouted: "All men, come out! I have something to say. !”
Wang Wubingxin said: Didn't you say that everyone would get together at noon?
We had no choice but to call out all the men in the village. The group of people stood in two rows. Fu Xiaohu stood in front of them. He grabbed a handful of herbs from Tan Wu's hands and asked loudly: "Do you recognize this?"
Everyone looked at each other.
Fu Xiaohu asked again: "If you have a pharmacy here, there must be a doctor. Who is the doctor?"
A young man in his early twenties raised his hand submissively: "I, I..."
"come here."
The young man walked to Fu Xiaohu's side.
Fu Xiaohu pointed at the herbs and asked, "Can you prepare the golden sore medicine?"
The young man nodded dully.
Fu Xiaohu asked again: "Have you ever seen such a golden sore medicine?"
The young man turned over the herbs in Fu Xiaohu's hand, frowned and said: "No... this is the golden sore medicine?... Huh? Huh?! Seconds! Seconds! This, this, this combination of cold and heat, seconds !”
Fu Xiaohu's eyes shone: "You haven't seen this formula, have you?"
The young man said excitedly: "My family has been practicing medicine for generations. My father made a mistake in preparing the medicine and cured people to death. They wanted to kill my whole family, so I ran to the mountains. My medical skills are still very solid, but I have never seen this formula. I’ve never thought about it before, it’s really a wonderful work of art!”
Fu Xiaohu clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay!"
The sound of "Okay" shook the sky, frightening everyone.
Fu Xiaohu asked the young man: "What is your name?"
"My name is Chen Xingyu."
"Okay, Chen Xingyu, do you recognize these herbs?"
"Of course I know him."
"Are these herbs easy to get?"
"Well... Nianzi Mountain is full of them, so it's not difficult to deal with."
"Okay, okay, let me ask you again, what is the general price of gold sore medicine?"
"Well, it's just a few copper coins per pill."
"How much can this kind of thing sell for?"
"This kind of miraculous thing can be sold for at least twenty...coins!"
"With the medicine in the pharmacy now, how many pills can be made according to this formula?"
"Let me do the math, I can probably make a thousand pills."
Fu Xiaohu's eyes glowed even brighter. These bandits were not fools, so they naturally understood what Fu Xiaohu meant. He probably wanted to make money by selling medicine.
Fu Xiaohu said loudly: "I have other prescriptions here, and this golden sore medicine is just one of them. Think about it, we sell one pill for twenty copper coins, how much does a thousand pills cost?"
Tan Wushuang did the math and blurted out: "Two thousand copper coins! That's almost more than twenty taels of silver!"
As soon as the two taels of silver were exported, the bandits felt incredible. Usually when I go out to rob the road, if I'm lucky, I only get about ten cars. Now I can get twenty taels at a time just by relying on the gold sore medicine? There are many medicinal herbs in Nianzi Mountain. Doctor Chen usually goes to the mountain to collect herbs alone. If everyone is mobilized to collect herbs, the labor force will increase more than fifty times. More than fifty times, that's more than a thousand taels of silver. You must know that after so many years of calamity, they barely managed to save a hundred and ten taels of silver.
This time, Wang Wubing somewhat believed Fu Xiaohu's words.
Fu Xiaohu smiled and said: "I know what you are thinking about. The third master of the family."
Wang Wubing said hurriedly: "You said it."
"You go and pick a dozen or so careful people, men, women, old and young. Let the second boss and Dr. Chen teach you how to identify herbal medicines, and try to help them learn to recognize these medicines within three days. Find a few more clever people, follow me Go sell medicine. Fatty!"
Tan Wushuang asked: "What's the matter?"
"Now you go to the pharmacy with Dr. Chen and make the pills."
The days of fighting and killing have been too long, and now the thought of a "quiet life" suddenly came to mind. Although Fu Xiaohu and Tan Wushuang had been in Nianzi Village for less than two days, it still aroused the enthusiasm of some people. In less than half a day, Tan Wushuang and Chen Xingyu took more than 500 pills.
Fu Xiaohu ordered people to wrap the pills in paper, took them all with him, and led several people down the mountain.
After going down the mountain, Fu Xiaohu was a little dumbfounded: He already had the medicine, how could he take it out?
There were three people following him down the mountain, one was Dr. Chen Xingyu, and the remaining two were young people from the village, sixteen or seventeen years old.
Standing on the official road where people were coming and going, Fu Xiaohu was a little depressed, and he suddenly said something like selling medicine. Now that he has calmed down, he can't think of where to sell it.
Chen Xingyu said cautiously: "Master, I have an idea."
"you say."
"We can sell it to pharmacies and let them sell it for us. We just need to pay some commission."
Chen Xingyu comes from a medical family and sells medicine at home, so he naturally knows all about this kind of thing.
Fu Xiaohu asked: "Where is the pharmacy sold to?"
"It's better to be bigger... I know there is a Miao Shan Tang in Luoyang."
"Let's go! Go to Luoyang!"
Nianzi Mountain is not far from Luoyang, and the four of us arrived before dark. Miaoshantang is quite large, and I found the specific location after a little inquiry. It was a bit embarrassing for them to arrive at this point. Renmiao Shantang was already preparing to close its doors to thank guests.
Looking at the pharmacy clerk who was hanging the door, Fu Xiaohu hurried over and said, "Man, please stop for a moment."
The waiter asked: "Sir, we are closed. Come back tomorrow if you have something to do."
"No, no, I'm not here to see a doctor."
"Then what are you here for?"
"I sell medicine."
"Selling medicine? What medicine?"
"Golden sore medicine."
The store clerk smiled. Although he didn't know medical skills, he knew that this golden sore medicine was not a great formula. Which pharmacy didn't have some golden sore medicine yet. Seeing that the few people in front of me were dressed no better than beggars, they must have stolen someone's medicine and were eager to cash it in.
The waiter said disdainfully: "Forget it, we won't accept the golden sore medicine."
He said that he would drive people away.
