In the basement of the food stall, Song Yong was working hard.

It was after he had sent away the families of the patients who had come to buy medicine and wine, and then he remembered that he had planned to make wine yesterday, because after following the incident, he had completely forgotten that it was clean.

And according to the current situation, the two jars of medicinal wine he has left in hand will not last long.

So, after eating a working meal at noon, Song Yong hurriedly let go of the little hypocritical thoughts in his heart.

I went straight to the basement and started my own wine brewing business.

In his busy work, he first added the wine vat with only a little medicine residue left in the vat to the height of several bottles, which was regarded as continuing the process of soaking.

At the same time, he did not forget to put a handwritten post-it note on the top of this jar of wine.

The content of the post-it note naturally states the date when the steeping began, and it will take a month before it can be sold, and the main point is that when it is sold, it is enough to dilute the liquor three times.

Next, it's time to soak in a brand new medicinal wine.

This time, Song Yongke came back with the ten large vats he had newly bought, and planned to soak all of them in medicinal wine.

After a lot of work, he survived and completed this plan, among which there are three jars of medicinal wine for deer * whip, four jars for ox * whip, and two jars for sheep * whip.

And in the last vat of medicinal wine, Song Yong originally planned to add a sheep * whip.

But when the one in his hand that was frozen hard was thrown into the jar, for no reason, Song Yong hesitated.

At this moment, a devilish impulse surged in the heart of this goods, wanting that great tonic from the saber-toothed tiger to soak a jar of medicinal wine out.

Then try it, this thing is not legendary, so magical and domineering.

After a minute or two of hesitation, Song Yong decided to soak this thing first, and as for whether he needed to try it then, he would talk about it then!

In this way, Song Yong rummaged through the saber-toothed tiger's big thing.

Even after taking into account that the batch of medicinal wine soaked this time did not add the thousand-year-old ginseng, he also added about fifty percent more medicinal materials to the rest of the medicinal wine jars.

In order to avoid that the medicinal wine soaked this time has too much difference from the last time.

And that jar was placed in a jar of medicine and wine that was a rare thing like a saber-toothed tiger, and twice as many medicinal materials were added to it one by one.

After all this was done, the other nine jars of medicinal wine were naturally placed on a shelf on the side of the basement.

For that vat of special medicinal wine, Song Yong suddenly had an extra heart.

After glancing at the basement, there was no one else there, so he hurriedly hurried the time, locked the door of the basement, and put the vat of medicinal wine in the secret garage.

Although the area in the secret garage is not large, it will not be affected at all if you put such a small thing in it......

When Song Yong finished brewing the medicinal wine, he estimated how he could bear the consumption of two months with the weight of these medicinal wines, as if he had let go of a matter of his heart, and his heart was somewhat relaxed.

With such a nice mood, he walked out of the basement.

I plan to continue to go back to his office and sort out the list of materials that I don't have a clue as soon as possible, so that I can hurry up and make purchases.

It will not be delayed by the crossing at midnight tomorrow.

It's just that when he just walked out of the basement and was about to walk towards the office, Song Yong found two figures squatting sneakily outside the bamboo and wood fence of the food stall, not knowing what he was going to do.

Instinctively, the various threats that he had heard from the mouth of the eldest sister in the morning surged out of Song Yong's head.

Suddenly, Song Yong was full of excitement, and endless flames of anger emerged.

"It's still terrible, is there any royal law? Dare to come to the door so soon, is it a waste of fame to really be Lao Tzu's gray rabbit and Brother Yong. ”

While Song Yong was thinking so in his heart, his hands were also ready.

is the so-called art master is bold, after Song Yong found out about this situation, his first reaction was not to go back and call someone.

Instead, on the ground, he picked up a brick with one hand, and after preparing for the bullet time with the other, he slowly approached the fence.

This was because the two crouching figures seemed to be facing away from him, giving him the possibility of a sneak attack.

"Brother Bozai, this is the big chicken leg made by Grandpa Qian in our store, it tastes delicious, I specially left one for you, you can eat it quickly." ”

A familiar voice from Xiao Lin sounded, and it reached Song Yong's ears unmistakably.

It was precisely because of the sound that Xiao Lin remembered in time that Song Yong did not smash the brick in his hand far away.

It was so dangerous! I almost had an accident, and if I really smashed someone's children, no matter who it was, the serious consequences made Song Yong very afraid.

After gently lowering the brick, Song Yong continued to move forward.

Not to mention, what the two little guys are doing in private now really arouses his interest.

If he remembers correctly, at lunch today, Xiao Lin's kid was praised by everyone.

Because Kobayashi ate alone at a small table, he ate two large chicken legs and a chicken wing, as well as a lot of chicken pieces.

In the eyes of the stick, it is a good thing that children have a good appetite and can eat.

At that time, the stick had the kind appearance of an old father, but he was even happier than eating a sumptuous meal.

And judging from the current situation, Xiao Lin didn't eat so much at all, but secretly brought out some of it, planning to give it to his good friend to eat.

For a while, for this new friend Bo Zai, who made Xiao Lin so attentive, undoubtedly aroused Song Yong's curiosity......

After seeing the Bo Zai brother, Song Yong frowned heavily.

Where is a child, it is clearly a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, even if it looks relatively thin, but in the primitive era, this is not the age of a little cub and his father.

In other words, how could two people who were at least eight or nine years apart get together?

In Song Yong's puzzlement, he still saw the boy swallowing a mouthful of greedy saliva in front of the oily chicken leg.

Then, he pretended to be arrogant and said:

"No need, I don't like to eat chicken legs, so you should eat them quickly, by the way, Xiaolin, have your test results come out? If you do well, my brother will take you to the playground to play." ”

As he spoke, Bo Tsai patted his pocket and took out a stack of at least a thousand yuan of bills from it.

After seeing such a scene, Song Yong slowly stepped back, he planned to tell Ah Xiao and the stick that he would let Xiao Lin deal with this Bo boy less in the future.

Even if he can hear it, this Bo Zai's concern for Xiao Lin is real.

But from Bo Zai's dirty and cheap dress, he can be sure that this boy is not a child from a rich family.

Then there is so much cash on his body, it seems very suspicious.

For the sake of Xiaolin's good, it's better not to have too much dealings with him.

It's just an amazing coincidence to say that when Song Yong retreated to the door of the box area, a sudden phone call made him quickly forget about it.