"Not an ordinary horse?" Arman was whetted by the old man's words, and thought to himself: If it is not ordinary horse-drawn, is it not horse manure?

"This is the droppings of a pegasus that lives in the eastern part of the continent, in the most mysterious area. ”

"Are you talking about an elven pegasus?" Arman suddenly remembered a kind of winged horse that he had heard from his academy teacher talk about.

"It's the elven Pegasus, young man, you know a lot!" the old man stroked his beard and smiled at Arman and nodded, with a look that looked like you were a teachable child.

Being praised by the old man like this, Arman really felt a little fluttering, as if he had completely forgotten the identity of the old man's liar.

"The food of the elf pegasus is a unique plant in the elven forest, the leaves of the needle apricot tree, this kind of needle apricot leaves can be used in medicine, and it is very effective for external injuries, but because only the elf forest is available on the continent, so humans are generally not blessed to use. In addition to eating apricot leaves, the elf Pegasus also likes to drink morning dew, these two foods will have a wonderful reaction in the belly of the Pegasus, and finally turn into Pegasus feces, which is almost the best medicine for treating trauma on the mainland. ”

The old man explained the origin and function of horse manure, and although Arman had heard of the elf Pegasus, he had never heard of any needle apricot leaves. At this time, listening to what the old man said was reasonable, and his head was right, he couldn't help but believe it a little more, and thought: Is it really that he did not strictly use the medicine according to what the old man said, which eventually led to the destruction of heavenly things, but the condition worsened?

"Old man, even if what you said is right, then it is because you have not explained clearly that I am like this, and you will not be able to escape responsibility after all. ”

"Young man, I gave you the best trauma medicine on the mainland, not only do you not know how to thank you, but you will take revenge on my old man, and you deserve this retribution. There are still people on the street waiting for my old man's free clinic, so I won't play with you. Although your injury is serious, as long as you can endure the itch, you will be fine in ten days and half a month. Rick, let's go. The old man got up from his chair as he spoke, beckoned to his grandson, and walked out.

The boy named Rick was walking up and down Arman's house while the two of them were talking, looking around, and when he heard his grandfather calling him, he reluctantly followed him.

Arman saw that the old man was leaving, where was he willing to let him, but at this time, the old man had already suppressed him in momentum, and he didn't dare to be rude to the old man, so he could only rush up and block the door and stop the old man.

"Old man, as long as you can heal the wound on my face, I can agree to any conditions. ”

The old man looked at Arman's pitiful expression and sneered: "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place? It's not that you can't help this disease, it's just that I only have one pair of medicine left, if you use it, the nobles who are waiting for me to heal will have no medicine available, this is absolutely not good." ”

At this time, Arman already felt that his face was a little itchy, and this itch had a tendency to expand, so he endured it and did not scratch it, at this time he believed the old man's words more and more, and naturally refused to let the old man go, but the old man insisted that the last medicine was prepared for someone else, and he must not be given it. In desperation, Arman took out all the more than seventy gold coins in his hand and declared that he would use the money to buy the remaining medicine. You must know that these gold coins are not a small amount, enough for a moderate family to consume for a year, and these money is simply sky-high for a pair of medicines.

The old man still looked like money was dung, but the child's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the gold coins, and Arman saw the child's greedy expression, and immediately felt that there was a play, and stuffed a bag of gold coins into the child, but the child was not polite, and accepted them all, and his eyes were fixed on a wine jug placed in the center of the three-legged table, and drooled and said, "What a beautiful kettle, grandpa!"

It was a silver muller flask, the delicate body of the pot was engraved with prominent carvings, and the belly of the bottle was inlaid with emeralds, which set off the graceful slender bottleneck, which looked delicate and atmospheric, this is the wine jug that Arman bought for more than one hundred and sixty gold coins in a craft store in the city, and he just took it out this morning to give it to his father as a gift, but he didn't expect to be taken by this little guy, and Arman was of course reluctant to give away such a valuable thing.

"Rick, listen to grandpa, return the gold coins to others, let's go!" Under the persecution of the old man, the child could only reluctantly put the gold coins in his hand on the table, and then looked back at the wine jug step by step and followed his grandfather out.

Seeing this, and feeling the unbearable itching of his face, Arman's mind seemed to have a million grass and mud horses galloping by.

"Little friend, since you like this wine jug, how about my brother give him to you. Arman finally summoned the child before the old man and the child pushed the door open.

When he shouted these words, Arman's heart was full of remorse, maybe he shouldn't have gone out to the doctor to worry about his father's injury, let alone trust this worldly master who set up a stall on the side of the road, of course, it was too late to think about it now.

When the kid named Rick heard this, he smiled happily, broke free from the old man's hand, and ran to the flask on the table.

Arman thought that the child only had the beautiful wine jug in his eyes, and he would keep the gold coins on the table for himself, at least he didn't have to ask his father for the rest of his living expenses, but to Arman's great disappointment, the child first picked up the bag containing the gold coins and pinned it to his waist, and then jumped up and grabbed the wine jug, then swallowed and stroked it a few times, turned around, looked at the old man with a pair of eyes, and said pitifully: "Grandpa, can you help this big brother?"

"You little ghost, how can you be like this, don't you know that grandpa only has this medicine, and there is a noble person waiting to use it?"

"Grandpa, we haven't seen that noble man yet, maybe the condition is not what you expected, then isn't this medicine a waste? Besides, even if this medicine is useful, but with Grandpa's medical skills, can't we think of any other way? Look at this big brother, so pitiful, you can help." The child ran to the old man with a smile, and pleaded with one hand by the sleeve of the old man's coat.

Arman was accompanied by a smiling face, and although the face looked more like a cry, Arman still managed to keep smiling, even though the smile was more ugly than crying. At the same time, he looked at the gold coin on the child's body and the wine jug in his hand, not only did he feel a little liver pain, but he thought that if it weren't for these two things, you, a little money fan, would be so kind to pity me.

"Alas!" the old man sighed helplessly, "I'm really afraid of you little devil, I know that kindness is overflowing all day long, and I don't know how much trouble I will bring to my grandfather." The old man muttered and complained to the child, and finally agreed to give the last medicine to Arman.

Arman listened to the conversation between the two of them next to him, his facial muscles twitched and twitched, and he didn't know if he thought it was because of the attack!