Zhang Bei looked at the barrage and touched his chin without answering.

According to his and Colin's calculations, Bian Que's time span in the records lasted for three hundred years.

This means that his teacher Chang Sang Jun will definitely not be lower than this number.

According to the records that can be found, when Bian Que started practicing medicine, Changsang Jun should be around 70 or 80 years old.

During the Warring States Period, fifty years old was enough to call himself an old man.

After he bid farewell to Bian Que, it took him two hundred years.

According to the analysis of the think tank under Colin, Changsangjun was most likely traveling around the world with a different name after leaving Bian Que.

It is not impossible to even use Bian Que’s name directly.

After temporarily putting these things in his heart, Zhang Bei didn't want to continue leaving, so he found a comfortable position to lean down.

Answer some questions from the audience in the live broadcast room and enjoy the quiet afternoon.

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Seeing that the people who came back were smiling, Zhang Bei also patted the dust on his body.

"Let's go, go down the mountain!"

Everyone’s gains are good today, even though Zhang Bei’s backpack is stuffed with two big boxes.

Zhang Bei took a look at the lively barrage in the live broadcast room and placed his finger on the closing live broadcast.

"I'll be here for the time being today. I'll continue to broadcast it to everyone in the evening!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast instantly fell into a black screen.

Taking advantage of the sun setting westward, the four of them rushed to the side of the road.

Zhang Bei quickly took out a thermos from his backpack and took a big mouthful of it.

Beer with ice cubes eliminated the fatigue of the whole day.

Colin was about to take the thermos and take a bite, but Zhang Bei directly pressed the lid and stuffed it into his backpack.

"You have to drive to the Mastiff Garden later, so you can't drink it."

Colin was stunned for a moment, then quietly opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Shen Feng glanced at Sister Xiu, then silently took out a can of snowflakes and poured them into his mouth.

The air became quiet in an instant, and Sister Xiu, who was holding her backpack and drinking water, was fascinated.

Have I not been running away with the boss for too long?

Are you playing more and more expensive now?

Seeing that no one came to the driver's seat, Colin moved his eyes towards the window.

Sister Xiu snatched Shen Feng’s beer and took a big mouthful.

Colin:???

You are poisonous!

The car keys went around and finally came to Colin's hands.

The three of them neatly fastened their seat belts and started to rest.

Colin twisted his face and started the car and drove towards the village.

He sent Sister Xiu home first, and then the car parked at Shen Feng's door.

Zhang Bei and Shen Feng are both from the same village, and it will not take long to walk back to these remaining points.

"Leave the boss for a meal?"

"No, there's something going on later."

"Then you go slowly!"

Shen Feng smiled on his face and sent Zhang Bei away from the small road.

After returning home and cleaning for a while, it soon became dark.

The two took a shower and changed their clothes. Only then did Zhang Bei set up the navigation and let Colin drive all the way to a suburb outside the county town.

It took seventy-five minutes and the two finally arrived at the door of a big mansion.

Looking at the quaint door, Colin's eyes were full of expectations.

He walked forward quickly and knocked on the door quickly.

The seemingly wooden door made a sound like steel.

Colin was stunned for a moment, and then he patted hard again before confirming that the door was made of steel.

"Damn it, as for it?"

Zhang Bei rolled his eyes: "Guess how many seconds can the wooden door block the Tibetan mastiff?"

Hearing this, Collin suddenly became silent and his eyes turned around the wall.

All of them are more than three meters and they are tied with barbed wire, which is obviously made to prevent the Tibetan mastiff from escaping from jail.

Zhang Bei looked at Colin knocking on the door without saying a word, leaning on the car to sort out his live broadcast equipment.

One minute later, Zhang Bei pressed on his mobile phone to start the live broadcast.

A large number of viewers poured in quickly, and familiar ids appeared one after another.

The Yangtze crocodile is beaten every day: [The throne, take another month of sick leave by the way.]

Beiming Youhai: [Sofa, you are thinking about eating nothing!]

Slap Zhao Si half a good mouth: [Front row, don’t argue, is this Mastiff Garden?]

Seeing the steady growth of the number of people in the live broadcast room, Zhang Bei also walked forward with his pace.

"Stop knocking, they are taking care of Tibetan mastiffs at this time, they can't hear it."

While speaking, Zhang Bei turned the iron ring on the door and exposed a small keyboard.

After quickly entering the password, the door opened with a loud noise.

Colin looked at Zhang Bei's actions and his whole body was filled with resentment.

“Beebeep!”

"Why don't you remind me!"

...

Ignoring the sound in my ears, Zhang Beimai walked into the yard with his footsteps.

The entire Mastiff Garden has a huge space, and Zhang Bei took Colin all the way to a small grassland.

The two old men were sitting comfortably on the chair drinking tea.

On the grass were several young men and girls checking their bodies against two large Tibetan mastiffs.

"It seems that you two are living a good life!"

"Zhang Bartou!"

"boss!"

Two completely different names sounded, causing the Tibetan mastiffs who were enjoying massage to raise their heads.

"Okay, sit down and tell me how the Mastiff Garden is doing recently."

"The ghost mastiff's cubs don't have the genes of red necks, but the next generation should be able to be bred."

"The Mastiff King already has it, he has two cubs this time."

"There are twenty-one other mastiff cubs that can be sold."

"Male Mastiff in the Mastiff Garden..."

The detailed introduction made Zhang Bei smile on his face.

I have to say that although these two figures are a little older, they are mastiff breeders after all, and they have developed the Mastiff Garden in just one year.

"I came here this time to find him a mastiff. I paid for it. I wanted to take one back. I didn't pay for it."

Colin sat aside, looking at the two huge Tibetan mastiffs with green eyes.

It doesn't matter whether he pays or not. In terms of his financial situation, he doesn't care about this amount of money at all.

But whether he can have a good Tibetan mastiff is his concern.

"Then it's still the same rule. As long as the mastiff is willing to recognize the master, it can be taken away."

"Let's go and have a look."

Zhang Bei didn't care much about the rules of raising mastiffs.

They all regard Tibetan mastiffs as children. If Tibetan mastiffs are unwilling, they will not sell them no matter how much they pay.

Follow the two old men all the way toward the depths of the Mastiff Garden.

I soon arrived at a cultivation room.

From time to time, the sound of breasts came from the second floor building.
Chapter completed!