I came to the little storeroom.

Zhou Weiguo parked the bicycle, then locked it again, and then knocked on the iron door.

A few seconds later, someone opened the door.

Inside the door, there was a man in his thirties, with a 46-point hairstyle for Hong Kong and Taiwan male stars, and a mustache.

He was also wearing a red shirt and a watch on his left wrist.

In these days, this kind of dress is called modern.

In the city, many rich young people are actually dressed up like this.

But in the commune, it is rare.

The man took a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes at Zhou Weiguo and said, "Little brother, who are you?" ”

"Brother Han, right?"

"I'm Zhou Weiguo of the Xiangyang Brigade, and I'm looking for you for something."

Zhou Weiguo said with a smile.

"Surname Zhou?"

Han Qiaosheng was stunned for a moment, his gaze a little evasive.

It can be seen that this young man does not seem to be hostile, so he is a little relieved.

"That's right."

Zhou Weiguo nodded.

"What are you looking for me?"

Han Qiaosheng asked.

"Brother Han, I have medicine here, and I guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease."

"If it doesn't work, I'll cut mine and make wine for you!"

Zhou Weiguo went straight to the point.

This Han Qiaosheng's face was very exciting, a little annoyed, and he was looking forward to it, and the last sentence around him made him laugh again.

"No, where did you hear the rumors, I'm not sick."

Han Qiaosheng didn't want to admit it, after all, he was not familiar with it, how could he admit this kind of unspeakable hiddenness?

"Brother Han, you don't have to hide it from me."

"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing and inquiring, and after I have seen you, I almost know that you have a problem."

"If you don't believe me, I'll tell you now."

"You have night sweats, pee and split ends, and you don't have the energy to wake up early ......"

Zhou Weiguo directly began to diagnose.

"Don't step on the horse, what about your kid exposing my old bottom?"

Han Qiaosheng laughed angrily, looked left and right, and pulled Zhou Weiguo into the room.

When this storehouse enters, there is a long corridor, and there are small rooms on both sides, and the innermost is a large room, but the door is closed, and you can't see inside.

"That's nice?"

Han Qiaosheng asked in a low voice.

The symptoms were told at once, and he had to believe it.

"You eat it now, and it will work in ten minutes."

Zhou Weiguo said firmly.

"This can cook medicine, you can cook it for me now!"

Han Qiaosheng pushed open a room, which was a small kitchen.

Zhou Weiguo added firewood to the stove pit, and after lighting it, he pulled the fire out.

Surrounded by stones on both sides, a small pot with water was placed on top.

Then, he took off his satchel and poured all kinds of Chinese medicine into it.

It didn't take long for the unique taste of Chinese medicine to fill the room.

The next thing is to wait for the pot to boil.

This medicine is fierce, and it must be fried fiercely.

"Come on, smoke."

Han Qiaosheng handed over a cigarette.

Zhou Weiguo took it and took a look, or Huazi?

He remembered that in '83, this cigarette seemed to cost three dollars a pack, and it was really not something that anyone could afford to smoke.

Zhou Weiguo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and was a little dizzy.

"Brother Weiguo, who did you listen to say that I was sick?"

Han Qiaosheng asked.

He took out another box of cigarettes himself, which was the same as ordinary Evergrande.

Everyone knows that Han Qiaosheng goes out with two packs of cigarettes, smokes them by himself, and when he meets someone he wants to befriend, or someone with an identity, he will smoke well.

"No one said, I saw you when I went to the supply and marketing cooperative, and I knew it."

Zhou Weiguo said with a smile.

"That's a god."

Han Qiaosheng will be skeptical.

Zhou Weiguo thought to himself, this is actually not a god, after all, he has seen too many patients in his previous life, and he is only familiar with it.

"Then you took the initiative to see a doctor and prescribe medicine to me, what do you want to order?"

Han Qiaosheng asked.

He doesn't believe in pie in the sky.

"Ask for money."

"Wait a minute, Brother Han, you eat it, you think it's going to be useful, you give me 20 yuan."

"When you eat for seven days, you will definitely be alive, and then you will give me another 100 yuan!"

"If it's not good, you know what my name is, and I will admit you to death!"

Zhou Weiguo said confidently.

Han Qiaosheng looked at the young man in front of him with some appreciation, and he was motivated!

"Brother Patriot."

"Today, this medicine is good, I will give you 200 yuan directly."

"In seven days, if you are really as alive as you say, I will give you another three hundred!"

"But if you don't do it, I'm sure you won't be able to mess around."

Han Qiaosheng said.

Then, he stared at Zhou Weiguo tightly, which was a temptation to see if he was flustered.

"Then I'll thank Brother Han first."

Zhou Weiguo smiled, he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Okay, you're a good kid."

Han Qiaosheng nodded.

After a while, the small pot was boiling.

Zhou Weiguo estimated the time, so he directly poured the medicine into a bowl, and then said, "Drink it while it's hot." ”

"Okay."

"Don't go yet."

"There's something good in the big house inside, you go in and take a look first."

Han Qiaosheng said.

He was also afraid that this medicine would not work, and he didn't want to let this kid go now.

"Done."

Zhou Weiguo smiled, pushed the door and walked in.

But as soon as he pushed the door open, he was directly dumbfounded.