Huo Xianyang looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle gloomily, sighed abruptly, and said, "Just be wronged, anyway, I'm used to being wronged......"

"This is my new 'Poison Cleansing Pill', you can try it and see if it can solve the strange poison on your body." Song Ziran took out a porcelain vase from his purse and threw it at him who was pretending to be depressed.

Huo Xianyang picked it up in a hurry, frowned and said, "Be careful, what a pity it is to fall with such a precious medicine?" …… So, are you sure this medicine works for my poison? ”

"Not sure! At the very least, you can control the poison in your body and not let it worsen. "If only her laboratory could be unlocked, take some blood from him, and do a test to find out the crux of the problem, so why is it so difficult to make an antidote?

Xiao Jinyu looked at him in surprise and said, "Are you poisoned?" ”

If you are poisoned, you will kill all those assassins with one move, if you are not poisoned, why not go to heaven? There aren't many such masters around him, what is the origin of this guy? People in the rivers and lakes? Killer? Still is...... The "sharp blade" in the hands of the old emperor? What is the purpose of coming to the Northland?

Huo Xianyang nodded and said, "The old club wanted my life, and I escaped, but my body was already poisoned." If I hadn't met the Song family, my life would have been ...... long ago."

Xiao Jinluo said: "Doctor Qingxuan is a guest in this palace, or ...... Let him show you? ”

"Qingxuan Divine Doctor? Lord, are you talking about the ...... Qingxuan Divine Doctor? Medicine Valley out? Huo Xianyang was first surprised, and then turned to joy. If the old immortal was willing to make a move, what else was he worried about? Didn't he come to the Northland with a glimmer of hope? Unexpectedly, he really met the old immortal......

After receiving an affirmative answer from King Chen, he looked back at Xiao Douding, who had just reached his thigh-high height, and his eyes gradually became firm - she has the grace to save her life, and when he relieves the poison on his body, he will also fulfill his promise to protect her and her family.

"I'm sorry, all the ingredients are sold out today, don't wait any longer, please come early tomorrow!" Song Simao shouted outside, ready to close the door and clean up.

"What? Gone? It's only been half an hour, so why can you just close the door? Will you go back and get some ingredients? There is no need to skewer it, just blanch it in the red soup and serve it, we don't pick it! It's really not good, let's buy the ingredients ourselves, clean them and help us cook them? ”

Are all the current guests so humble? Do you have the ingredients and don't cook them at home? Oh, by the way, there's no red soup base......

Song Ziran thought for a while and said to Mrs. Wu: "Milk, we can boil the hot pot base, cool and condense, and then cut it into pieces and sell it to the guests!" ”

Mrs. Wu hammered her sore old waist, nodded busily and said, "Yes, yes!" How did I not think of that? Or our Fuya is smart, go back tonight, I'll boil more base materials to try. ”

In the evening, the Song family gathered in the hall again. Today's turnover has reached a new high, and the net profit has reached one or two dollars of silver! This is the result of their whole family going into battle and constantly weaving strings. Making money is making money, it's just too manpower-intensive! Polishing the bamboo skewers, the three brothers plus Song Laohan took three days!

Mrs. Wu was lying on the warm kang, wearing only single clothes on her upper body, enjoying her little granddaughter's love "horses killing chickens"! Not to mention, the little guy presses on the acupuncture points every time, which is comfortable and relieves fatigue. Her old waist is tired for a day, and it doesn't hurt much after pressing it!

Song Qingmo saw that the old lady was old, and she had to work hard for the livelihood of the whole family, so she reluctantly said: "Mother, there are many people in the family, you don't have to do everything yourself." The business in the store can be handed over to the fourth sister-in-law...... If you are afraid that she will not be able to do it alone, let the second sister-in-law also help. You're at home, and you're in control. ”

Mrs. Wu drooped her eyelids and snorted: "The store has just opened, and the customers have not stabilized yet, who can I rest assured?" Look at today, not only the adults in the vicinity have gone, but King Lianchen has also arrived. That is, the old lady, I am calm, and who of you can entertain clearly?

But...... King Chen's subordinates, what do they think, they even washed the bluestone slabs in the backyard with water for us after a meal. Bite? Can't sweep the couch to greet each other? Do you have to rush to the ground? ”

When the man in black assassinated King Chen, Song Qingmo was also in the backyard, accompanying the talents to join forces. Thinking of that thrilling scene, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty—he didn't expect that the person rescued by his little niece would be so powerful, and seven or eight assassins would all be knocked down in the blink of an eye. The blood spilled all over the backyard...... King Chen must not send someone to remove the corpse and wash the blood away with water, so as not to frighten his mother and nephews!

He smiled dryly: "People help us clean the yard, aren't you happy?" It also saves us from cleaning. ”

Song Ziran remembered that before Zhu Yuankun left, her face was a little ugly, and she couldn't help asking, "Is Zhu Xiucai okay?" Are there any injuries? Do you want me to prescribe some medicine? ”

Mrs. Wu lifted her eyelids and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with Zhu Xiucai?" Can you still get hurt after eating? You won't be burned by the bottom of the pot, right? ”

Song Qingmo hurriedly said: "It's okay, I just tripped and fell." Skin trauma, it's almost better. As he spoke, he winked at his little niece.

Song Ziran said in her heart: It's not just a fall, right? It's definitely scared! Those weak scholars, who have never seen such a battle, are probably frightened. Would she like to cook some soothing soup and send it to the outer courtyard? After all, it happened in their store, so don't be scared.

Early the next morning, the Song family began to get busy. After breakfast, Song Dafu drove the ox cart to Liujia Village, and the two families who bought it worked hard, the fifty acres of land were properly cleaned up, and the sheep were also well taken care of. The alfalfa grass in the field is growing well, and the sheep are not short of food, and they are all fattened.

The weather is getting colder, and it's time to build the sheepfold. The temporary grass hut can not withstand the wind and snow in the north. There are two ewes, bought back and found that they had cubs in their bellies, and when they were born, they were already very cold, and they had to arrange a "farrowing room" for them - tsk, sheep live better than people! In these days, people are not as good as sheep!

"Huh?" The sheep bleated and looked at him - what do you say?

Since coming to Fucheng, the little master doesn't go out much, and even if he goes out, he is only a few steps away from home to the store, and the sheep bleating is completely useless. Somehow he knew that he had a flock of sheep at home, so he ran to Liujia Village, successfully defeated the head sheep, and became the leader of the flock.

Every day, the two families did not have to worry about it: in the morning, he opened the door of the hut and led the sheep to the hillside to graze, drink, and play, and in the evening, he led the well-fed sheep back to the hut to rest.