Lin Tian accepted Xiao Qi, a fierce general, under his command. He found that no matter where he went, he would gain something by reading in the study.

Last time he was in the inner courtyard bookstore, he obtained the Immortal Book of Qi Moxibustion.

The ancients are right, there is a golden house in the book.

Lin Tian was reading in the study. When he was tired or hungry, he would go into the bead space to eat, drink and rest. After he had had enough rest, he would come out to read.

Before I knew it, one day and one night had passed.

Lin Tian said hello in advance and asked Cui Lin not to disturb him, but Cui Lin really didn't bother him.

However, everyone was curious about how someone could spend all their time reading books. Those books were boring and boring, and ordinary people couldn't persist for a few hours.

By the next morning, Lin Tian finally read all the books he should read in the study, and memorized most of them in his mind. Some of them he couldn't understand at the moment, so he took pictures and put them on his phone to think about them later.

Opening the door and seeing the forest fields full of harvests makes you feel refreshed.

Lin Tian was a little surprised to see the morning sun high in the sky.

"Have I been reading for a long time? How many days have it been?"

He called Cui Lin.

Cui Lin had already gotten up early to practice martial arts. When he heard Lin Tian's call, he quickly wiped his sweat, changed clothes, and ran over to pick up Lin Tian.

It happened that Zi Feipeng asked about Lin Tian in the morning, and Cui Lin took Lin Tian to see Zi Feipeng.

Seeing that Lin Tian didn't look pale because he didn't eat or drink, Cui Lin was a little relieved. Lin Tian was a distinguished guest of their villa and should not be treated lightly.

"Mr. Lin, you haven't eaten all day. You must be hungry, right? I saw you were absorbed in reading, so I didn't bother you."

Cui Lin has never seen someone who is so engrossed in reading a book. A rough guy like him gets annoyed when he reads a book.

The study has been in the villa for so many years, and he dare not say that he has read all the books in it.

He admired Lin Tian endlessly.

Lin Tian smiled and said, "I'm not hungry. I brought some dry food."

Cui Lin remembered that Lin Tian took out a lot of things from his pocket yesterday. Lin Tian's clothes did have many pockets.

Lin Tian hid dry food in his pocket, which surprised him.

"That's good. The master of the house is waiting for you to have breakfast. Let's move over."

"That's fine."

When we got to the dining room, everyone was waiting for Lin Tian.

"Master, Mr. Lin is here."

Zi Feipeng looked at Lin Tian and saw how refreshed he was, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, sit down quickly and have something to eat.

I didn’t expect that Mr. Lin likes reading so much. He is indeed a scholar. I don’t know, is there any gain?”

Zi Bingbing muttered in a low voice.

"bookworm."

When Lin Tian heard this, he didn't care. Zi Bingbing felt uncomfortable if he didn't quarrel with him for a while, but there was no harm in it.

Zi Gaoyang noticed that Zi Bingbing always paid a lot of attention to Lin Tian and frowned slightly.

"I have gained a lot. I finally have a comprehensive understanding of Taoism."

"That's good. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to the Villa's study room to read. You are welcome.

You must be hungry, come and eat."

Lin Tian saw the spiritual fruits sold in his shop on the table, and smiled, his business was getting further and further.

Zi Feipeng said: "These dishes were bought from Mr. Lin's online store. Now, these dishes are indispensable on our family's dining table.

These fruits and vegetables are really delicious.

Mr. Lin's hometown must be full of beautiful scenery and spiritual energy!"

Realizing that everyone at the dinner table had pricked up their ears to listen to his answer, Lin Tian smiled calmly.

“Bingbing has been to our place there too, it’s not a rich place.

The mountains in the village are very barren, and the villagers who used to rely on the mountains have no choice but to go out to work.

These fruits and vegetables were grown by mistake and I developed some chemical methods.

There’s no aura to speak of, it’s just luck.”

Lin Tian finally managed to get Ziyang Villa to give up the idea of ​​contracting the mountain behind him, but he can't say good things about the landscape now.

If people mistakenly think that their Linjia Village has abundant spiritual energy and is a good crop grown in the spiritual land, I am afraid that many people will flock to it.

I'm afraid there are many interested people who covet him, so I have to guard against him.

His bead space cannot be exposed.

"So it turns out that the future is terrible."

Next, they stopped talking about this topic.

While eating, the head of the Zi family spoke again.

"There is one thing I want to thank Mr. Lin. The injured disciple Liuzi we sent to the hospital yesterday has been discharged from the hospital.

The doctor said that when he was sent to the hospital, the wound had almost healed, and today Liuzi can get out of bed and walk around on his own.

This is a miracle. Generally, if a large artery is injured by a sharp instrument, the wound will not heal within ten days and a half. During this period, there may be inflammation and anti-inflammatory injections, but Liuzi's wound showed no inflammation at all.

Mr. Lin, the trauma medicine you brought is very effective and works quickly.

I wonder what kind of trauma medicine it comes from?”

Others had just heard the news. For a moment, everyone's faces were filled with surprise and they looked at Lin Tian.

Zi Bingbing murmured in a low voice: "You can get out of bed and walk with such a big wound? If we put it in the era of war, the casualties of wounded soldiers would be greatly reduced."

Lintian himself didn't expect that he could recover so quickly in just one day. The effect of this trauma medicine was even better than he imagined.

If you think about it, you can figure out that those dragon blood trees were placed in the bead space and moistened with spiritual energy, and their medicinal effects cannot be compared with ordinary medicines.

The trauma medicine is so effective, doesn't it give him another way to make money?

He originally wanted to get it for his own home, but now he can think of other sales.

However, the quantity should not be too much. If too many miracle medicines appear at once, it will easily attract the covetousness of interested people.

If capital has a 50% profit, it will take desperate risks; if it has a 100% profit, it will dare to trample all laws in the world; if it has a 300% profit, it will dare to commit any crime.

He remembered this sentence very clearly.

Even if it is Zi Feipeng, he has to guard against it.

Lin Tian wrote lightly: "This trauma medicine is made from the rare dragon's blood tree I found in the mountains. I carefully cultivated and extracted the blood drained from it, and gave it to my teacher to make the medicine.

The output is not large, so I thought about using it myself, but I didn’t expect it to have such a good medicinal effect.”

Zi Feipeng hadn't spoken yet, and Zi Gaoyang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became interested and asked.

"In your opinion, the planting of this dragon's blood tree can be increased, and can the trauma medicine be mass-produced?"

Zi Gaoyang was very keen on business matters, and he smelled the profit from trauma medicine.

Think about it, heavy arterial bleeding can be stopped and wounds heal quickly. This magical effect cannot be found on the market.

It is like a miracle drug. If it can sell stably, the profit will be huge.

Lin Tian noticed the longing in Zi Gaoyang's tone and became a little more wary of him.

He smiled and said: "Master Zi, there is no way to mass-produce this medicine. This kind of rare dragon's blood tree is very rare. I only found one, and every time I extract very little blood.

If I can produce it, I would also like to sell it, and the profit would be absolutely amazing."
Chapter completed!