Zisu steamed the rice, made egg custard, killed an old hen, and left a hen that looked like a rooster with a red comb and could lay eggs for Xiao Zi to recuperate.

The chicken soup has to be stewed for a long time before it tastes, and I and my brother are all ribs, so it's not good to nourish it.

This body is about to be fourteen years old, and the chest is still like an airport, what's the use of having an empty child, even if it doesn't return to the turbulent state of his previous life, it can't be too bad, while there is still room for development, you have to speed up the pace to make money.

I restarted the medicine stove and boiled the medicine I bought from the county town today, and the medicinal materials from this pharmacy are much better than the fresh ones I picked, after all, they can be concocted.

Zi Su looked at the fire, while still thinking about the flame ice, she remembered that this flame ice had an antidote, but this antidote was even more peculiar, Zi Su was very skeptical that there was no antidote.

It is a small grass called Buluo Cao, which can detoxify as long as there are three plants, and of course, it also needs to be paired with many other cherished medicinal materials.

The reason why this grass does not fall is because this kind of grass does not fall leaves, flowers, and seeds from the beginning of budding, and can maintain its verdant color even in the severe cold.

Only a small bird named Qiuhuang eats the seeds that do not fall grass and then discharges them to complete the sowing, so the grass does not fall is extremely rare.

Thinking of this strange little grass, Zi Su felt that the man was a little pitiful, even if he was rich and glorious, what could he do, it was not inevitable that he would have two handfuls of loess in a few years.

"Kang'er, send this casserole to my aunt's house, add a dish to them, and we'll start the meal when we come back after delivery." When the chicken soup was ready, Zisu brought the half chicken and chicken soup to his younger brother.

"Well, I'll go, sister." Xiao Zikang took the crockpot and carefully carried it out.

Zisu continued to fan the medicine jar, this medicine still has to boil for a quarter of an hour to be good, ancient times are not as good as modern times, in modern times, two needles are not anti-inflammatory and hemostasis, why drink this kind of Chinese medicine soup.

Zisu was the only one left in the room, only the "gurgling" sound of the medicine jar and the sound of the wind carried by the fan.

Li Junwei, who judged that it would take a day or two to wake up, opened his eyes slightly, his handsome eyes were half-open and half-closed, with the confusion that he had just woken up.

"Where am I?" Li Junwei thought to himself.

There were some dilapidated beams on the roof, with half-new thatched grass on them, and there was no furniture in the house, only a wardrobe at the foot of the bed, and two worn-out stools on the ground, Li Junwei knew that he should be in a farmhouse.

Touching the wound on his abdomen, which had been properly bandaged, and feeling the weakness of his body, Li Junwei smiled self-deprecatingly, but he didn't expect that King Jing, who stood up to the sky, also had today.

This time, I got a big deal, I didn't find it, I didn't say anything, I lost contact with my subordinates, I tried it myself, and I didn't even have the ability to act, when was it so miserable.

Even he had never failed so much on the battlefield back then, and he admitted that he underestimated his second emperor brother.

Since he was poisoned five years ago, this second emperor brother has not stumbled on himself, for the sake of the only one position, flesh and blood cannibalism, pathetic.

Thinking about the war on the border fifteen years ago, who was the one who did it to himself, Rao is Li Junwei has been investigating for five years, and he still has no clue, from the source of the poison to the person who poisoned it, it seems to have evaporated out of thin air, and he doesn't know the origin.