Chapter 7: Refusal of horse nails, harvest wine

Yang Fan didn't know when he lay down in front of the window. Seeing Zhu Qingshan in a daze, he asked: "What are you doing with the triangular nail? Aren't you afraid that it is poisonous? He also looked thoughtful. He didn't want to use this kind of nail to repel horses, right?

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Zhu Qingshan's expression suddenly straightened up and he sighed: "Young Master Yang is indeed very wise and talented."

Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "Don't call me Young Master Yang or Brother Yang. You are in trouble again. You are all older than me. Just call me little brother."

Zhu Qingshan smiled and nodded: "How did you know that I just wanted to use this kind of nail to resist the horse?"

Yang Fan said: "The purpose of inventing it was to resist horses, so it has another name, horse-repelling nail."

Zhu Qingshan asked: "Can you show me around the courtyard?"

Yang Fan: "You are my savior, why are you so embarrassed to refuse?"

In fact, the courtyard is not big, and Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian are already familiar with it. What he is curious about are the strange and weird things.

It is said that when Grandma Liu entered Jia's house, everything she saw was strange, the houses were strange, the flowers were strange, and the things were even more strange; now when Zhu Qingshan entered the farmland, everything he saw was fresh, including fresh vegetables, fresh water, and fresh grass.

Zhu Qingshan pointed to the stone road and asked: "Why does this soft stone road help cultivation? Can you help me clarify my doubts?"

Yang Fan smiled and said: "I don't know if I can explain it clearly in one or two sentences. Let me just say a few words. The feet are connected with the human body, and qi and blood are connected. People have 12 meridians, 6 of which are connected to the feet. Each

There are also 33 acupuncture points and more than 60 reflex zones on the feet. It is reasonable to stimulate and massage the soles of the feet to accelerate the cultivation of internal strength."

Zhu Qingshan: "So this is the scope of medicine?"

Yang Fan nodded.

Zhu Qingshan murmured: "Why have I never seen that doctor have such insight?"

Yang Fan: "Have you ever seen any doctor who has made great achievements in martial arts?"

Zhu Qingshan: "I wonder what state your grandfather was in during his lifetime?"

Yang Fan: "Not high, first-class peak."

Zhu Qingshan was dumbfounded, speechless at the suggestion that the first-class peak level was not high.

There are five levels of martial arts realm, each with three levels.

The five levels from low to high are: third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, special, and super.

The first, second and third-rate are also called the human section, the special level is the lot section, and the super level is the heaven section.

Therefore, there are three levels of Kung Fu: human level, where you can practice to the first-class level; earth level, where you can practice to the super level; and heaven level, where you can practice to the super level.

The Zhu Dynasty has a population of ten million, and nearly one million people can stay in the first-class realm. Those who can reach the special level are only a few hundred thousand, and those who can cultivate to the super realm are around fifty at most. In the super realm, those with great wisdom, great perseverance, and great luck cannot

Climbing to the top.

The first-class peak realm mentioned by Yang Fan is already unique among ten thousand.

Zhu Qingshan asked again: "Why do we need to capture so many poisonous snakes to extract their venom? Is it to refine poison?"

Yang Fan said: "Yes, not entirely. When I was a child, I asked my grandfather why he wanted to settle on such an uninhabited island and overrun with poisonous snakes. My grandfather said that it was because he developed a special medicinal bath that required poison, so... you know

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It is common to practice martial arts and make medicine. The gap between people often lies here.

Children from poor families practice in the summer and in the winter, but have little effect; but rich people are lazy in the morning and steal chicken in the afternoon, but get twice the result with half the effort. The difference lies in this medicinal bath.

Zhu Qingshan was shocked: "If poison is added to the medicinal bath, won't it cause poisoning?"

Yang Fan said: "With the right combination, it will naturally not happen. Instead, it will increase my own drug resistance, making ordinary poisons harmless to me."

Zhu Qingshan smiled and said: "Isn't that immune to all poisons?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "It's just that the dose to poison me needs to be larger, the time needs to be longer, and the toxicity needs to be stronger, but it is impossible to be truly immune to all poisons. Wine is not poisonous, but you will die if you drink too much, let alone poison.

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Zhu Qingshan nodded and said: "That makes sense." After saying this, he pointed to the pit behind the courtyard and looked at Yang Fan without saying anything.

Yang Fan naturally knew what the unspoken words meant, and explained: "If you use other people's medicated baths, it will fall down when you pour it. But my family's is different. You can't pour it casually, otherwise it may poison someone, so you need to use it."

Put carbon, sand, and stones on the bottom and filter it well."

Walking to the waterwheel mechanism, Zhu Qingshan stopped talking and said: "Brother Yang..."

Yang Fan said: "But it doesn't matter."

Zhu Qingshan said embarrassedly: "Can you draw a copy of these things for me?"

Yang Fan: "It's easy to talk about small things."

Zhu Qingshan asked with concern: "By the way, I wonder if your injuries are better?"

Yang Fan said calmly: "Although I can't use too much strength, it's nothing serious. It's just a flesh wound caused by a knife or a sword."

"I have some doubts that I don't know whether to ask or not?" Zhu Qingshan said with a slight embarrassment. Some questions are embarrassing to the person asking them and sad to the people answering them. But Zhu Qingshan has a special status and has responsibilities on his shoulders, so he has to ask.

Yang Fan said: "Just ask."

Zhu Qingshan said: "Why were you assassinated and who were you assassinated by?"

Yang Fan shook his head in silence, looked up at the sky, and after a while said: "It's getting late, I'm going to cook."

Zhu Qingshan sighed, helpless.

In fact, Yang Fan is not a very diligent person, he can even be said to be a lazy person. But his character is - either he doesn't do something, or if he does something, he must be serious.

Because only by doing things seriously can you be calm while doing things.

Only by being serious can you make simple dishes taste extraordinary.

Zhu Qingshan couldn't help but praise: "The delicious food is peerless, comparable to that of an imperial chef. All we need is some good wine to help you enjoy it."

Yang Fan smiled and said: "You can have this." He picked up the shovel in the corner, carried it on his back and walked out. He waved to Zhu Qingshan and said: "If you want to drink, come with me."

Zhu Qingshan naturally followed closely and asked: "Why bring a shovel?"

Yang Fan didn't look back and said, "dig for wine."

"Ah?" Zhu Qingshan asked curiously: "Why do you want to bury the wine underground?"

Yang Fan said: "Waiting for the autumn harvest."

Zhu Qingshan smiled, already somewhat immune to Yang Fan's sudden impropriety.

Yang Fan measured the ground with his steps, found a location, lifted the shovel and excavated, first fast and then slowly, first heavy and then light. Finally, he used his hands to remove the mud, and a wine jar was harvested.

Yang Fan: "This is strong alcohol. Don't drink too much at one time."

Zhu Qingshan turned a deaf ear and thought to himself, there are some good wines in the world that I have never tasted.

Needless to say, washing the altar and entering the room.

The guest and the host face each other, open the cupping cup, each fills a cup, and then do it first as a sign of respect, cool...
Chapter completed!