C55 (1/2)

Weiqing followed the tiger into the courtyard and arrived at the main house. Uncle Jian was lying on a rattan chair and smoking.

Tiger stood there like a obedient child, looking at a feather duster in the corner, holding it in his hand, he walked over and said softly: Uncle Jian, you don't have to care about me every time you come back, and yet you pretend you don't like me, right?

Uncle Jian closed his eyes and continued to smoke, and snorted: ”Who cares what my ass!”

Tiger handed over the feather duster in his hand and said, ”As usual, hit my butt to let you vent your anger. But since my friend is here today, can you not take off your pants? ”

Uncle Jian snorted: ”Mind my own business!”

Weiqing's gaze fell upon a furnace in the room, which had a pot of blackened smoke inside, and a bamboo dustpan at the side that had some unknown medicinal ingredients scattered on it. The fire had a slightly burning smell, and Weiqing reminded him: ”Uncle Jian, the medicine is going to burn out.

”As an outsider, what do you know!”

Uncle Jian stood up from his rattan chair, walked over slowly, opened the lid of the medicine pot and grabbed a handful of herbs, then snorted: I'm brewing medicine, have you heard of brewing medicine before?

Weiqing's face revealed a slight smile, and muttered softly, and said: ”How is this refining medicine, this is just blindly stirring.”

Although Uncle Jian was a little old, he had good ears. When he heard Weiqing's mutterings, his expression immediately changed and he shouted, ”Kid, be careful when you speak. ”Even though I'm not an official pharmacist, who knows how many people are lining up to buy the ointment I've brewed?”

Weiqing only laughed, walked over and said: ”This kind of paste, you can only trick ignorant commoners outside. In my eyes, you are just trash!”

Uncle Jian was immediately enraged. His fingers trembled as he pointed at the door and shouted: ”Get out here!”

”Hehe, Uncle Jian will give face to Huzi, let me teach you how to refine medicine.” Weiqing walked over and picked up two logs from the stove. One of them was gently broken, and said: ”These are winter logs, they are easy to break.” Then he picked up another piece of wood and said, ”This piece of wood should be spring wood, and it should be much tougher. If you boil medicine, do you know how different the fires of spring, summer, autumn, and winter are?

The moment the expert said that, he knew if there was anything wrong, the anger on Uncle Jian's face immediately disappeared, but he still remained calm and said: ”Continue.”

Weiqing said: ”The true control of the fire is very important. I don't know what kind of material you're boiling in this jar, so I don't know which kind of firewood is more suitable. That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that when you boil the medicine, you simply add the medicinal herbs in, and when it becomes a sticky medicine, you can use it as an ointment? ”How effective can this kind of crude ointment be?”

Uncle Jian took a deep breath, his tone became slightly more polite, and asked: ”Then what do you think we should do?”

Weiqing laughed: ”Work slowly, if you truly want to make a good piece of ointment, when the medicinal ingredients are cooked once and the essence is filtered out, the medicinal ingredients should not be used again. Such a cycle, although it will waste a lot of medicinal ingredients, the effects of the ointment you made are much stronger than before. At the very least, the ointment would look terrible, not to mention its effects, and … ”

Uncle Jian wiped the perspiration off his face and asked: ”What else?”