"Then let me ask you, there are several concoction methods."

Qiao Yu wrinkled his eyebrows and paused.

It's a bit hard for her.

"The seniors just said that they only ask about the medicinal materials in the medicinal wine."

Hua Nong showed such a look.

"Your recipe is ineffective at best, but if you have to concoct it yourself, it will be different." His eyes were bright: "I don't understand anything, I just want to concoct medicinal materials, who gave you the guts!" ”

Furious!

In his eyes, this kid just read a few medical books and understood a little bit of skin.

However, Huanong is strict with medicine and even more strict with processing.

If the medicinal materials that have not been successfully concocted have residual toxicity, they will kill people.

How did he let her act recklessly.

Qiao Yu frowned even deeper.

"The younger generation just thinks that this question is too general."

She wrapped her military coat tightly.

"Let's talk about the five major classifications first, if they are general, they can be divided into repair, water system, fire system, water and fire system, and other systems."

"If it's subdivided, it's more exquisite."

She snapped her fingers, and word by word jumped out of her mouth quickly.

"For example, stir-frying, it is divided into clear stir-frying, and auxiliary materials are fried. It is also divided into wine burning, vinegar burning, salt burning, ginger burning, honey burning, and oil burning. Calcining, and clearly calcining, quenching, calcining. ”

"Not to mention steaming, copying, fermenting, sprouting, baking, simmering, frosting, purifying, water flying, and dry distillation."

Every time she said something, she remembered that when she concocted medicinal materials, she was very cumbersome and exquisite, and her brows were wrinkled deeper and deeper.

"These are all methods of concocting today, if you want to say that the ancient method is concocted, then there are seventeen kinds."

"Cannon, cannon, simmer, broil, simmer, fry, calcin, refine, make, degree, fly, volt, pound, brow, sun, expose, dew."

She took a deep breath.

"It's not as good as the predecessors or just talking about medicinal materials, whether it is the ancient method of processing or the current processing, the younger generations still know a little bit about it."

Silence all around!

There was only the crackling and exploding sound of sparks.

As if he was thirsty, Qiao Yu quickly took a sip of milk and wrapped himself tightly.

Huanong didn't pay attention to her small action, so to speak, she paid attention, but she didn't have the mind.

"You still know how to concoct it."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if a brazier was burning, but it didn't matter.

Qiao Yu nodded.

"If it's concocted by ancient methods, it will have to be divided into genres, and I'm not very familiar with the Sichuan Gang."

"Do you still know genres?"

If the method of concocting just now surprised him, then he was shocked when he said the word genre!

"I prefer the camphor gang concoction, and there is a camphor knife handed down by Lei Gong."

This sentence has a little bit of a show-off.

"What! You have Lei Gong's knife! ”

Hua Nong's voice suddenly rose several feet and stood up directly!

You must know that the camphor gang pays attention to the knife technique, the medicinal materials are as thin as paper, can afford to blow, the section is uniform, and the shape is beautiful.

Especially camphor knives.

A good camphor knife is hard to find.

Not to mention concocting the knife of the ancestor Lei Gong.

It's not like any other knife.

It is rumored that this knife is as sharp as a mandarin duck sword, flying like a flying drink piece.

What's more, Lei Gong's knife is only passed on to apprentices, not to outsiders!

But.

How can it be!

Lei Gong concocted it, which has been lost for a long time.

If it is a descendant of Lei Gong, how can he be nameless!

He was short of breath and hot all over.

Calm down!

Gotta be calm!

This kid is used to big talkers.

He can't be fooled by her!

"What does that knife look like?" His tone was eager.

"It doesn't look like much." Qiao Yu thought for a moment: "There was a word on the handle of the knife, which was polished off when I was a child." ”

Qiao Yu is domineering in her bones, her own knife must engrave her name, and when the knife is in her hand, she changes her name.

Huanong gritted his teeth.

"You're a tyrannical thing!"

Quote from "The Theory of Lei Gong Cannon" (lost).

Lei Yi, the ancestor of preparation.

He was born in the Liu and Song dynasties of the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

(End of chapter)