Gong Xiaogeng borrowed the work car of the police dog base and took Qin Xu to find the wind chase.

Gong Xiaogeng didn't look at him honestly, ordinary, the speed of the suburban road was not solid at all, and after five minutes of speed, he came to a three-story cement bungalow.

On the periphery of the cement bungalow, a red brick fence about two meters high was built, and a few dog barks were heard from time to time inside the wall.

The environment here is already thoroughly rural.

Next to the cement flat is a farmland with fruits and vegetables, and their nearest neighbor is also forty or fifty meters away.

"This is my home. Gong Xiaogeng took out the key to open the iron door on the wall, and shouted inside, "Doctor Ren, I'm back, how is the situation of the wind chasing?"

Obviously, there are other people in the house.

"Hey......" In the direction of the backyard of the house, there was a sweet answer, Qin Xu felt that the voice was a little familiar, and when the person came out, Qin Xu was surprised to find that Ren Meng, the veterinarian of the base who helped Xiao Hanwa with a physical examination, came out with an earthy yellow puppy.

"The wind is chasing in the shade of the trees in the yard!" replied Ren Meng.

Qin Xu glanced at Gong Xiaogeng meaningfully, and felt that there was a spectrum in it.

Ren Meng's round apple face had a smile, and when he saw Qin Xu, he raised his eyebrows a little unexpectedly, and said, "Qin Xu, hello, why are you here?"

This sounded like, this is her home.

"I have a Tsuchikata and want to see if I can cure Storm Chase. Qin Xu was insightful in his heart, but he didn't really put the gossip in front of the parties, but just explained his intentions.

"I usually go to work and have to train new police dogs, and I can't take care of Storm Chase during the day, so I asked someone to help me take care of it. Gong Xiaogeng explained, "Wind Chase prefers to bask in the sun in the small courtyard rather than the base. ”

"Earthwork?" Ren Meng frowned.

She is a serious veterinarian class, and she has studied modern medicine for a long time, and she instinctively does not like some ambiguous, luck-based treatments.

Considering his professional habits, Ren Menggang wanted to open his mouth and question the so-called "earthwork".

"Actually, I also heard from the old people in the countryside that using some materials to make medicinal soup for sick dogs will treat many diseases of dogs and help them recover. Qin Xu didn't let Ren Meng raise his doubts, and explained directly, "I also heard you say that the situation of the wind chase is very bad, think about it, the soup medicine will not cause excessive damage to itself, why not try it?"

First, don't cheat money.

Second, it didn't hurt.

The most important thing is that modern medical treatment has been abandoned.

Ren Meng's questioning that had already appeared on his lips was swallowed back again, she glanced at Gong Xiaogeng, and saw his eyes burst out with a little hope, and suddenly she couldn't say anything.

"Is there a big bucket?" Qin Xu raised the plastic bag in his hand and asked.

"Well, I just moved in last week," Gong Xiaogeng scratched his head nervously, trying to remember if there was anything in this room that could replace the big bucket, "This used to be a self-built house for the villagers here, and their furniture and supplies have been moved, I moved in a hurry, and I didn't have time to add things, I go to the supermarket to buy one now." ”

"Okay, just buy a children's bath tub. Qin Xu was ready to roll up his sleeves and prepare to boil the warm bone broth.

"Is there a firewood stove here?" Qin Xu looked around and asked.

"Yes, in the room near the backyard, there is also a firewood in the yard. Ren Meng was very familiar with this place and said.

"Okay, you follow me and learn how to cook the soup, if it really works, I heard that it will continue to soak for more than seven days. Qin Xu recalled the steps of boiling warm bone broth in his mind and said.

Ren Meng didn't know what to say.

She couldn't understand why this guy didn't seem to think that his earthwork was very unreliable, and he still looked like he was ready to preach and solve his doubts.

Start a fire, add firewood, turn the stove into a fire, first add water to the big iron pot that has not been used for a long time, and clean up the rust.

After boiling two pots of water, the inside of the big iron pot was as clean as new, and Qin Xu finally wiped all the traces of water in the country with paper, and put in the small beads made of mung beans and red beans.

The mung bean beads are emerald and the red bean beads are crimson, but the translucent texture looks a little muddy, the color is slightly dull, and there are some dark and brown spots, so they are not particularly beautiful.

According to what Master Lao Qin said, kneading qualified raw materials has uniform color and texture, like crystals, and is exquisite and lovely.

Judging from the appearance of the raw materials, Qin Xu's level is really not enough.

When the iron pot is heated, the small red and green beads inside slowly melt to form a viscous liquid that sticks to the surface of the iron pot.

Ren Meng stared at the round eyes and did not miss any of Qin Xu's movements.

Although she didn't speak, when she saw the bottles of small round beads that Qin Xu took out, it was still hard to believe that this was the earthwork in Qin Xu's mouth.

Shouldn't it be the roots of herb trees, or the spider webs of grass and wood?

How can it be bottled by bottle, making it more like Western medicine than Western medicine.

When the red and green beads all melted, Qin Xu took a closer look.

From a distance, the two colors of liquid seem to be distinct, but in fact, where they meet, some of them are still partially fused together, turning into a not very beautiful brownish yellow.

Qin Xu didn't have to summarize by himself, the old Qin ancestor next to his ears had been constantly analyzing the problems of Qin Xu's materials for a long time.

Although Qin Xu worked hard, in fact, this material did not even meet the qualification standards.

Twenty-one ingredients are boiled in a pot, and the liquid is fused and has its own color, which is the most basic requirement for warm bone broth.

All in all, in a word, when all the ingredients are in the pot, warm bone broth is a liquid that takes on twenty-one colors.

It sounds strange, but it's a sign of a good good bone broth.

Qin Xu has only put in the two materials now, and there has already been a situation where the soup colors are confused with each other, which can only show that the quality of the materials is too inferior.

Put in the small beads of rice, put in the small beads of barley, and put the small beads of soybean into the ......

After each of the five ingredients, Qin Xu added water to the pot to dilute the medicinal soup.

Qin Xu's finished product is unqualified in the evaluation of Old Master Qin, but Ren Meng, who is in charge of lighting the fire next to him, looks very, very special.

The swaying colored liquid reflects the deformed figure, and between each colored liquid, it merges slightly, but no matter how it boils, it will not completely dissolve.

Ren Meng didn't have a particularly bizarre idea, but was a little worried, did Qin Xu get some chemicals, did it really not hurt the wind chase?

Qin Xu put the small beads made of all the food crops into a large iron pot, and a pot of colorful liquid was heating by burning firewood, but what made Ren Meng feel even more strange was that the flame at the bottom of the pot was very strong, but after Qin Xu's materials were finished, the colored liquid that had been tumbling for a moment gradually stood still, and it became calm like a mirror.

At this time, Gong Xiaogeng also came back with a large bathtub.

It's a big red one, and there's a big bathtub with a fat doll in a belly pocket at the bottom, and I don't know where he bought it.

"Keep adding heat and keep boiling, about half an hour. Qin Xu clapped his hands and said, "Then put it at room temperature and let the wind chase soak." ”

When Gong Xiaogeng saw this pot of colorful decoction, he also felt that it was not very reliable, and wondered if he had made the right decision to support Qin Xu's "earthwork".

Shouldn't earthcubes be a black-brown concoction?

This kind of "decoction" that seems to have knocked over dozens of paints is strange to look at.