Chapter Sixty-Six: Eat You Even with the Flesh of the Belt

"Thank you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Qingge nodded. Wood carefully took the bamboo tube and prepared to rush home.

"Wait," Dr. Wang didn't leave the small bamboo tube, his eyes were bright, "Mu Niang can't use these." I wonder if you can sell me some snake venom? ā€

Light song raised eyebrows.

"If this kind of medical method of fighting poison with poison can really be studied. It will definitely save a lot of people. Doctor Wang said with a solemn face. took out three ingots of silver from the cabinet, and put them on the table together with the consultation money that Qingge had just given, "I know that these five poisonous snake venoms are precious and worth thousands of gold. This has been done to my part, can I give some? ā€

"In that case, you're welcome. In the future, the medical consultation fee for Mu Niang will be completely waived. Qingge smiled and Mimi took back the silver she had just taken out, but the rest of the money did not move.

Half of the poison was given to Dr. Wang, and the little poison in the light singer was enough to kill the people in the whole Sifang Street instantly.

The wood served the mother to take the snake venom, and waited nervously for three quarters of an hour, and the mother fell asleep peacefully, and there was no sign of poisoning. It made them all breathe a sigh of relief.

When everything was done, I looked up and saw that the bright moon had hung on the deep blue sky. It's night.

"It's time for us to go back, we can't come to see you often. If you need silver, go to the small alley in the west of Longshang Street to find the shopkeeper of the study, and you are not allowed to do any more cheating and abduction. When your mother's health improves, you will go there to help. Qingge touched his head.

"Yes, the two elder brothers are the great benefactors of wood, what will be done to wood in the future, just say, wood will definitely go to the soup and fire, and he will not give up." The little wood always says things that don't match his age.

"I said where did you learn these words, can I use you little boy to go to the soup?" Qingge laughed.

"I can read and read, and I can read in books." Wood was a little dissatisfied that they always treated him like a child, "The two brothers wait a minute. He said as he went into the hut, and soon came out with a book in his hand.

"In the morning, I saw that my brother was collecting old books, and we happened to have one at home, and there was nothing to return for wood, so you should take this book."

"This is ......" ancient books exude an old and timeless atmosphere in the moonlight.

"Where did you get this book?" Qingge touched the paper of the ancient book and knew that it was worth a lot.

"Brother, don't worry, I didn't steal it. It was left by my father. Anyway, I don't have this father, it means nothing to me, so I might as well give it to you. ā€

Qingge was about to excuse herself, no matter how valuable this book was, she didn't want to sell other people's tokens for money.

"Brother, if you don't accept it, I won't look for you again in the future. Although the wood was poor, he never accepted handouts. Wood saw Qingge's concern for him and threatened.

Qingge rolled his eyes, this kid is a good person. Let Ping Er quickly take the book back into the baggage.

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Qingge and Ping'er hurried to the shop that collected ancient books on Longshang Street. The shopkeeper is directing the handyman to close the door.

Ping'er blocked the door, "We're here to sell books." ā€

"Take it and see." The fat shopkeeper spreads his hands.

Ping'er hurriedly took out the book she had found in the morning.

"This book is ten taels of silver." The shopkeeper flipped through the Buddhist story.

Ping'er's eyes widened on the side. Ten taels! The price they charged on Sifang Street was only 80 yuan, and this time they changed hands, earning nearly 100 times.

Qingge smiled slightly, and unhurriedly took the book as a cloth bag.

"Don't worry." The shopkeeper grabbed Qingge's slender wrist, "Let's discuss it again." ā€

"Let go! How can you touch my master! Ping'er tugged at him.

The cloth bag shook, and the ancient book given by the wood also fell out.

The fat shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the book, his hand trembling slightly: "Where did you get this book?" ā€

"This book is not for sale." Qingge pulled the book back from his hand, but he held it tightly.

"Let the old man take another look, just take a look."

Qingge was not mistaken, the fat shopkeeper's eyes were filled with tears.

"God has eyes, and the book of heaven is here!" When this fat old man saw this book, he was chattering that it was not normal.

"What a heavenly book, let go."

"You don't know what this book is. This book of heaven has been in existence for 700 years. The author is ominous, and there is such a saying among the people: The book of heaven is in the world, and the world is one. Many years ago, the master of eternal silence was famous everywhere, and some people said that the book of heaven was in his hands. Later, he disappeared forever, and the book was buried in the earth. If today's book appears in the world, I don't know which hero will descend from heaven to unify the troubled times. ā€

"Troubled times?" Qingge has only been in the palace, and the farthest place has only been to Sifang Street. Here, there is no sense of troubled times.

"Look at Gongzi is a pampered person in the capital. The old man reminded him that it is not impossible for the son not to go to the countryside easily and be eaten by someone for no reason. ā€

"Eat the ......" sings a chill.

"It's really a meat with a belt. Childe's fine skin and tender meat are their best target. ā€

Qingge didn't want to continue this topic, and asked, "Do you accept the book just now?" ā€

"Accept, I'll give fifty taels. There is only one condition, let me see the contents of the Book of Heaven. It was impossible to receive this heavenly book, and now he just wanted to see the true face of this divine book.

Light song: "Deal." ā€

The three heads came together, and the fat hand of the shopkeeper trembled and opened the heirloom book.

Shopkeeper: "Huh? ā€

Light Song: "It can't be fake, right?" ā€

Ping'er: "How so? ā€

I turned backwards all the way to the last page, and it was blank.

Qingge and Ping'er both looked at the shopkeeper questioningly. He shook his head in confusion.

"It's not fake, but why are there no words?"

Qingge asked: "You haven't seen it again, how do you know it's not fake?" ā€

"This paper can't be imitated. You see. The shopkeeper snuffed out the lamp and spread out the book, and the darkness shone with a faint green light.

"There's aura in this paper." He continued.

Qingge pursed his mouth, what aura, most of this paper is made of plants that contain fluorescence.

"You've seen it, and it's not our fault that there's no content. Bring me the money. "Light song spread your hands.

The shopkeeper slapped his thigh and felt that it was too much of a loss, but businessmen had to pay attention to credibility, so they had to grit their teeth and pay money.

Qingge Meimei put the silver in her arms and led Ping'er back to the study.

At this time, the shops on the entire street were closed, and only the study was still lit. Rong Che was writing and drawing in front of the counter, and asked without looking up: "Do business and do it here?" ā€

Is this angry?

Qingge stepped forward to curry favor and took out the fifty taels of silver he had just earned, "Look, this is today's harvest." ā€

Rong Che was slightly stunned and pushed the silver ingot away, "Come back early in the future, you can see what time it is." You two are so weak, what should you do if you meet bad guys on the road? ā€

Qingge was stunned for a moment, the tone was so gentle that he could see that they were weak. This afternoon, she went deep into the snake's den to get snake venom.

Qingge hastily told Rong Che about the wood, "I won't be here in the future, please take care of the wood." All the money you give him is credited to my name. ā€

Rong Che stopped talking, hesitated, and whispered, "Okay." ā€