"Brother Yong, next time you can't do this again, uh~"

In such a constant sound, the hooligans and others lay on the shore of the lake, which was called a vomit.

The reason why they looked so unbearable was that after Song Yong met this group of people on the lake, he disliked that their bamboo raft was too slow to keep up with the speed of the giant tortoise.

So Song Yong came up with a way, two long thick vines tied one end to the neck of the giant turtle, and the other end tied to the front end of the bamboo raft.

Let the giant tortoise in front of him move forward at a high speed, dragging two bamboo rafts and moving forward.

Sure enough, even after the burden of two more bamboo rafts behind him, it didn't seem to have any effect on the giant tortoise, and its forward speed was still so amazing.

Less than an hour later, Song Yong and the others returned to the original starting point of the lakeshore.

The only small situation that occurred was that the gangsters and others vomited even more violently in this kind of high speed that they had never experienced.

In the following time, Song Yong spent almost half a day giving to the hooligans and others who were still spitting.

After arranging some of the subsequent events that they had to deal with after it returned to the modern plane, they needed to hurry up.

For example, mobilizing enough manpower to get enough big radishes for this giant tortoise uncle who will use the lake shore as a habitat in the future can be regarded as his welcome ceremony.

and the use of the giant crocodile, which is considered a fierce beast, and its meat to make the warriors of the tribe replenish their bodies.

It and the crocodile skins of its descendants also had to be tanned out of time to make strong and durable crocodile skin armor and leather shields.

After arranging these, Song Yong drove a pickup truck full of supplies and returned to the modern plane......

After a familiar sense of space distortion, Song Yong, who was driving a pickup truck, returned to the basement, in the extremely secret garage.

It's just that after regaining his eyesight, unbuttoning his seat belt, stopping and turning off the pickup truck, he didn't get out of the car right away.

It wasn't until the phone reconnected to the network and corrected the correct time for the modern plane.

Song Yong glanced at his mobile phone and found that the time at the moment was more than three o'clock in the morning, so he was relieved to get out of the car and open the door of the hidden garage.

Because by this time, everyone in the small shop is off work.

The basement is not even present here, so that no one will find this hidden garage.

After getting out of the car, Song Yong seized the time to get busy and loaded most of the materials he brought back into the cold storage.

Wait until a large pile of fresh meat, pork ribs, wild vegetables, and wild fruits are all packed into cold storage.

On the bed of the pickup truck, there were more than a dozen large boxes left, and when he saw these large boxes, Song Yong's face had a little smile.

Because of these dozen or so large boxes, all of them are lead boxes with sealing functions.

The contents of the lead box are all river freshness from the primitive era such as crabs, yellow eels, and loaches, which is another fist product of Song Ji in the future.

Because I am worried that the lack of oxygen for a long time will make these river freshmen who have been brought back with great difficulty hang up.

Song Yong hurriedly cheered up, carried these river freshmen to the kitchen one by one, and used several large buckets to feed them separately.

After all this, it was almost five o'clock.

Counting it, he hadn't slept well for several days, and Song Yong, who was sleepy for a while, didn't even bother to take off his clothes, so he fell headlong on his single bed.

Before falling asleep completely, Song Yong reluctantly insisted on sending a message to the stick:

I haven't slept well for the past few days, so no one should come to disturb me at lunchtime, let me sleep well......

It's a pity that Song Yong didn't sleep well, that is, at eleven o'clock in the morning, he was woken up by a wave of pushing.

"Ah Yong, Ah Yong, wake up~"

Song Yong, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly heard a sound in his ears like a big-headed fly constantly flying, constantly echoing in his ears repeatedly.

The noise made him sleep so unsteady that he wanted to slap him to death.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was the stick pushing him.

In the midst of the mushy in his head, Song Yong still remembered shouting at the stick: "What are you doing, didn't you tell you not to wake me up?"

"I don't want to wake you up, do I? It's just that this matter is urgent, and you need to make up your mind. ”

Under the stick's depressed expression, his mouth was explained like this.

After hearing this, Song Yong thought that something big had happened in Song Kee's food stall, so he instinctively asked: "What's wrong, what's going on in the store?"

"It's okay in the store, Chen Xiaohua is here. The stick replied.

Then he saw Song Yong with a bewildered face, and explained in detail:

"Chen Xiaohua is the man who came to buy skewers for his daughter when we were eating hot pot on the day of the typhoon, and he said that he wanted to buy a little medicinal wine, which was very effective for his daughter's illness. ”

Song Yong, who finally figured out what was going on, let go of the worry in his heart and said a sentence in his mouth:

Don't ask me about this kind of thing in the future, I said that you are a big manager of your size, just make your own ideas. ”

After saying that, he covered his head with a blanket and planned to continue sleeping.

It's just that at this time, the stick's subsequent sentence made all his sleepiness disappear: "Chen Xiaohua didn't want the diluted one in the store, he wanted the original one." ”

"Okay, let him wait, I'll wash up and go out. ”

Song Yong got up in pain, and while walking towards the bathroom, he said this in his mouth: It seems that today's lazy sleep is completely unexpected......

"I'm going! This kid is bloody? Why does he look so radiant. ”

The above sentence secretly complained in his heart, which was Song Yong's first reaction after seeing the man Chen Xiaohua in front of the bar of the food stall.

Counting, the last time he was in the North * Hospital, he saw this man from afar.

In fact, it didn't take long, that is, less than a week.

At that time, this almost desperate man was still holding a stack of thick bills in his hand, worrying about where his precious daughter's medical expenses were?

To put it mildly, he is only in his thirties, and he seems to be almost fifty.

However, after less than a week, Chen Xiaohua, who appeared in front of Song Yong again, was still so thin.

But in terms of mental outlook, it is extremely good, and it looks at least ten years younger.

Since it was still early and there were no outsiders at the bar, Song Yong directly asked the doubts in his heart: "Brother Chen, are you sure that my medicinal wine is more effective than the illness of your baby children?"

It is indeed the case, Song Yong was quite shocked that medicinal wine could be effective against the symptoms of red and white lupus.

Even if he clearly knew that among these medicinal wines, there was not only a whole strip of great tonic, but also a variety of high-quality medicinal materials from the primitive era, and there were thousands of years of old mountain ginseng put into it.

It can be said that the tonic effect, that is not in doubt.

But even systemic red and white lupus can be treated, isn't it a little unscientific?

"It works, it works. As soon as he heard Song Yong talk about this topic, the man Chen Xiaohua immediately became unspeakably excited.

He was afraid that Song Yong would not believe it, so he took out his mobile phone and pointed out a set of photos that Chen Hanyu said had taken by himself this morning.

Sure enough, after taking the phone, Song Yong could see that in the photo, a beautiful little girl who seemed to be in good spirits.

Compared with Song Yong's memory, the little girl's face has a little more healthy blood, and the most important thing is on her delicate little face.

The original red spots, which looked a little hideous, were much lighter in color and scale.

Song Yong, who saw this scene, felt that even the criticized hot and dry weather in Shenzhen today was invisibly a little better.

PS: The therapeutic effect of medicinal wine on red and white lupus is all thought up by the uncle patting his head, and it does not have any authenticity and scientificity.

For specific treatment options, please refer to the advice of professionals.