Time flies like water, quietly flies, for the heartless ugly Bajie, the almost carefree days seem to pass very fast, since he learned the five poultry opera with Uncle Wang, he obediently insists on practicing every day, and his originally thin body now looks stronger and stronger;

Now he is a little more than six years old, a little more than a meter tall, and his appearance is better than when he was a child, but unfortunately no one wants to play with him, and because of the magic of the five bird plays, he is also naturally obsessed with medical skills, and almost soaks in Uncle Wang's house all day long;

The old man from the ugly Bajie, after seeing the magic of the five birds with his own eyes, as a matter of course, he learned it, and he had long been left behind by him, after three years of persistent practice, the old man's body has also had some good changes;

In the past three years, Chou Bajie has followed Uncle Wang to learn medical skills, from literacy and medicine, to pulse acupuncture, including the meridian acupuncture points of the human body, in just over three years, he has learned seventy-seven eighty-eight, and his amazing understanding and perseverance have made Uncle Wang full of praise and often praise him for his talent;

On this day, Uncle Wang felt that Chou Bajie had almost mastered some basic pharmacology, so he began to teach him to dispense medicine;

"Bajie! On the east shelf in the cellar, there is another big glass bottle, you go and bring it, remember to be careful, don't bump into it, that thing is very expensive! ”

Ugly Bajie heard this, and ran away, and walked down the ladder to the cellar, carefully took off the large glass bottle and took it out;

"Grandpa Wang! Here it is! ”

Uncle Wang glanced back when he heard this;

"Find a place to put it there first, and then talk about it when you need it later!"

After Uncle Wang finished speaking, he continued to sort out the dried herbs;

"Oh!"

Chou Bajie put the big glass bottle as he said, pouted his butt and looked at the contents inside, in the golden liquid, there was a golden herb root, Chou Bajie scratched his head, driven by curiosity, the ghost made the god uncork the bottle, and a strange fragrance came to his nose;

"What does this smell like!"

Chou Bajie pulled his nose and reached out to fish out the golden herb roots;

"Tick! Tick! ”

The golden liquid, along the whiskers on the roots of the herbs, fell to the ground bit by bit, making a faint sound, and Chou Bajie curiously put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then quickly took it away with a look of disgust;

"What the hell is this? Pickled radish? ”

Chou Bajie frowned, and after thinking about it, he couldn't tell what kind of medicinal herb it was, and he was directly judged to be a radish;

"Is this turnip pickled?"

Chou Bajie muttered softly, reached out and tore off a beard, put it in his mouth and chewed it;

"Whoa, whoa!"

Ugly Bajie tasted the taste carefully, and reported to Uncle Wang without looking back;

"Grandpa Wang! Your radish is pickled, it's too unpalatable, it smells weird, it's spicy! ”

Uncle Wang replied with a smile without looking back;

"You letter ball kid, what are you talking nonsense, when did I pickle the radish!"

Uncle Wang divided the medicinal materials according to the amount and put them on the straw paper, and when he was about to wrap them, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his heart was enlightened, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly turned back in shock;

"Turnips? You little bunny! ”

When Uncle Wang saw that Ugly Bajie was holding the golden herb root in his hand and still chewing in his mouth, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and he was dizzy for a while, and a feeling of darkness instantly hit his heart, and he was so angry that he hated the wail and scolded that iron could not be made of steel;

"Bajie! Put it back for me, you letter ball kid, that's not a radish, you stupid, that's ginseng, grandpa I have treasured for half a lifetime! You unlucky boy, what a sin, you have been miserable now! ”

Uncle Wang sighed and stepped forward quickly, snatched the ginseng from Choubajie's hand, carefully put it back into the bottle, hurriedly found the cork, and quickly stuffed it back in one go, only then he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at the culprit with an angry face;

"Ugh! Ginseng? Why did it look like that, like a turnip lump, I thought..."

The more Chou Bajie spoke, the quieter his voice became, with an innocent expression with a little grievance, looking at Uncle Wang, who was so angry that he blushed and had a thick neck, he slowly lowered his head, and pulled the ground with his hands uneasily, with a humble attitude of admitting his mistakes;

"Alas! Forget it, grandpa doesn't blame you, after all, you haven't seen ginseng look like anything, and you'll know it later..."

When Uncle Wang saw this, he immediately couldn't cry or laugh, and said comforting helplessly, when he was halfway through the words, his eyes followed the fingers of Ugly Bajie, and he saw the water stains on the ground, and the appearance of Ugly Bajie holding ginseng just now appeared in his mind, and his old face twitched;

"Bajie! What's the matter with the water on the ground? ”

Ugly Bajie lowered his head and replied in a low voice;

"From the pickled radish, uh, no, dripping from the pickled ginseng!"

When Uncle Wang heard this, he suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and a large number of small stars suddenly appeared, dazzling him, flashing and shining, and his eyes were full of small stars, and he was almost stunned;

"What? Pickled ginseng? I..."

Uncle Wang trembled with anger when he heard this, his face was red and his neck was thick, but when he saw the innocent posture of Ugly Bajie, he couldn't get angry, so he had to knock out his teeth and swallow in his stomach, almost suffocating his internal injuries, and he took a deep breath for a long time before he eased up, and taught Ugly Bajie seriously;

"Bajie! That's not called pickled ginseng, it's the ginseng wine brewed by grandpa, treasured for decades, grandpa hasn't even been willing to drink a drop, you look at what you're getting all over the ground now, what a waste of things, you can't skin it anymore in the future, don't ask if you don't understand, don't move! Yes! ”

The ugly chicken nodded like a peck of rice, and apologized with a crying face on his face;

"Grandpa Wang, I know it's wrong, I won't move anymore!"

Uncle Wang smiled bitterly and touched Bajie's little head, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he remembered something;

"Bajie! Did you just eat some? ”

As soon as Ugly Bajie heard this, his little brain suddenly lowered even more ruthlessly;

"Hmmm! I wanted to help you taste if it was bad, so I ate a radish beard! ”

When Uncle Wang heard this, his expression suddenly changed again, and he hurriedly pulled Ugly Bajie to stand up, and took him to the open space in the courtyard, with a solemn expression and a stern tone;

"Bajie! Fast! Practice grandpa's five-bird drama again, well, no, you're still young, I'm afraid you can't stand it, practice ten times, practice until you can't move, hurry up! If you make up for it, your grandfather's old man won't have to work hard for me! Hurry up and practice! ”

Ugly Bajie looked at Uncle Wang with a serious face, he had never seen Uncle Wang angry, he was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly practiced the five birds play nervously, without the slightest sense of trouble. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info