After dinner, Tietie, Mina and the others cleaned up the mess, while Wu Hu used an ax to dig out today's herbs, wash and dry them, and slice them into pieces for drying tomorrow.
Lao Hukai sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back, put his hands behind his back, and joked: "You know so many herbal medicines, I think you can go to the countryside and become a barefoot doctor."
Wu Hu said with a smile: "Come on! It's the 21st century now, who dares to be a barefoot doctor! Nowadays, practicing medicine requires a medical qualification certificate. Without that, no matter how good your medical skills are, people will still say you
They are breaking the law. Speaking of Chinese medicine, some people even say they want to ban this thousands-year-old treasure! I don’t know if those people are stupid or bad.”
Speaking of this, Zhan Langjing and Lao Hu couldn't help but laugh. There was a sense of helplessness in their smiles that they didn't know how to express.
Sister Meina asked curiously: "There is still such a person? He is not one of our flower growers, right?"
"On the surface, they must be flower growers, but in their hearts, only they know who they are. Okay, let's stop this question for now, otherwise some people may not be able to sit still and jump to accuse us of pretending to understand, hehe.
…”
They stopped the topic, but the netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't stop it.
"Fat Tiger's 'hehe' is very spiritual!"
"Fat Tiger's contempt is written all over his face! Haha..."
"People who say that kind of thing are obviously bad, and those who follow it are stupid. They regard a national treasure that has been cultivated for five thousand years as dregs, and they are obviously paid to smear it."
"It's impossible for those people to watch this show, otherwise they would find out that Fat Hu used those herbs to cure Tie Tie, used massage to cure Yahuazi's stiff neck, and used herbal medicine plus massage and acupuncture to cure Lung Ge
...Panghu didn’t use western medicine.”
"Tell me quietly, Fat Tiger does not have a medical qualification certificate!"
"Hahaha...are you a devil?"
"No, even if they see it, they will insist that it is the effect of their own immune system, not the effect of those herbs."
"But you can't deny that Chinese medicine is helpless when faced with many disease syndromes."
"I knew there would be naysayers. Can Western medicine cure all diseases?"
“But at least Western medicine works quickly!”
…
In the live broadcast room, it quickly turned into a debate between the two sides.
The debate spread from the live broadcast room to other online forums, and even had a tendency to go beyond the performance. Wu Hu immediately withdrew, completely unaware of what kind of conflict his remarks would trigger. Director Zhao was angry and angry.
funny.
What's annoying is that after this conflict arose, the battlefield of the war shifted.
In the debate in the live broadcast room, many arguments passed by in a flash and were not strong enough. But after moving to some forums, you can see everything completely.
The funny thing is that it was Fat Tiger who lit the fuse of this scolding war.
…
After Wu Hu finished cutting the herbs, he spread them on several rattan mats to avoid mixing up the medicinal materials. Then he came to the bonfire and inspected the hamgrass smoked by the bonfire. At this time,
Others are already getting ready to go to bed.
It feels like the tuna is almost roasted and ready for use. However, if you want to store it, you probably have to dry it again tomorrow because the inside is not dry yet.
But it was no longer a problem to use it for tormenting, so he chopped the osmanthus into small pieces with an axe, then grabbed a small handful at random and put them into a small clay pot for torment.
Milk Cha Lun touched the medicinal residue on his back and saw that it was completely dry, so he asked: "Fat Hu, this medicinal residue has completely dried, can it be taken off?"
"Well, take it down!" Wu Hu responded and began to cook the medicine.
Milk Cha Lun got up, and Lao Hu stretched out his hand to wipe the medicine residue off Milk Cha Lun's back. Milk Cha Lun couldn't help but twist his sore neck.
Lao Hu couldn't help but laugh and said: "Brother Lun, please stop twisting. If you accidentally twist your neck again, you may really have to retire!"
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing.
Milk Cha Lun said speechlessly: "I feel pain all over my body after lying down for so long. I feel something is wrong if I don't twist it! I feel sticky and want to take a bath."
Wu Hu said: "It's better to be patient for now! It's late at night. Although the weather is not cold, it can easily cause moisture to enter the body. Your waist is still hurt! Wash it tomorrow!"
Zhan Langjing smiled and said: "You lie next to me, I don't mind your stink, it's okay!"
No matter how much everyone laughed, Milk Cha Lun could only give up with a forced smile and put on his clothes.
The others went to bed, and Wu Hu was watching the fire. Sister Tietie walked over, sat down next to him, and whispered: "Brother Hu, you have been tired for a day, go and rest! I'm watching the fire, what do you want?"
What kind of heat, please tell me..."
Wu Hu shook his head and said: "No, you can go and rest! Although I have been tired for a day, I have recovered now. As for what kind of heat I want..."
Wu Hu wanted to say, but actually I don’t know either! I’m not a doctor. There is no Chinese medicine practitioner who is proficient in this skill in the healthcare sector!
Indeed, those skills are basically health-care skills, such as massage, acupuncture and the like, or the mastery of medical equipment. If there was a person who was proficient in traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, he would have added more like crazy.
.
Wu Hu estimated that all the medical knowledge in traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine needs to be learned by oneself. With these skills, one can achieve the title of medical master.
After all, this system is called an assisted living system!
Sister Tie Tie was persuaded by Wu Hu to rest, but Milk Cha Lun couldn't sleep. Last night and today, he basically stayed in bed, feeling very energetic.
He climbed up, sat next to Wu Hu, and thanked Wu Hu again.
Wu Hu laughed after hearing this, "You are the king of the music industry, you are too polite! Don't be embarrassed, just think that I am your fan, I will take the opportunity to curry favor with you, hug your thighs, and use your traffic. Maybe one day
I couldn’t survive, so I went to your place to eat and drink!”
Milk Tea Lun couldn't help but laugh when Wu Hu said that, and almost jumped to the waist again.
In their live broadcast room, there were only two or three kittens and puppies left who had not watched the fun, and they were also laughing. It was not that Wu Hu was being shameless and was trying to gain traffic, but that Cha Lun was almost being flashed by Fat Hu again.
Old waist, I am holding my waist to persuade Fat Tiger to be kind and stop telling jokes!
Milk Cha Lun knew very well that Fat Hu was just trying to comfort him. After all, with Fat Hu’s ability, how could he not survive! No matter how miserable he was, there was still a rich woman like Liu Qianqian who took care of him! There was no way he would be reduced to this.
I want to go to my own place to eat and drink.
Furthermore, with this guy's ability and talent, even if his luck is bad in the future and he really loses anything, can't he still devote himself to this wild survival show?
Even if he doesn't want to do this business, with his exaggerated power, there will definitely be some rich women and aunts who are willing to let him live a happy life.
Thinking of this, Milk Cha Lun couldn't help but smile, because he thought that Fat Hu had said privately that his greatest ideal in life was to find a beautiful rich lady, say to her, "Fine, hungry, hungry," and then live his life.
Live a peaceful life without shame or shame.
If you are so shameless, only Fat Tiger can speak so naturally and smoothly.
Wu Hu smiled and said: "We are in a group and we should help each other. Just think that I am doing it for our collective and the final championship. After all, I still want to use the funds to make movies and TV series!"
Well, don't worry, I'm not looking for you to invest."
Milk Cha Lun said speechlessly: "If you say this, I feel that if I don't invest a little bit in you in the future, it will be a bit unreasonable."
Wu Hu laughed, "I said that on purpose, you didn't expect it!"
Milkcha Lun was annoyed and punched him on the arm, but it wasn't too hard. After all, he didn't have any waist strength, so he couldn't exert much strength.
Wu Hu laughed and said, "I'm just kidding. I heard a senior say on a certain show that it's best not to use your own money to film. So, since you can't use your own money to film,
Then you can’t use friends’ money to shoot. After all, if you make a profit, it’s okay, but what if you lose? Doesn’t it mean that friends will all turn into enemies?”
Milk Cha Lun shook his head and said: "That's what I say, but there are no absolutes in this world! If your friends are within their means, it won't be a big deal to help, unless it's a bottomless pit."
When Wu Hu heard this, he couldn't help but glance at him up and down, making Milk Cha Lun confused.
"You said that, aren't you afraid that I will actually ask you to borrow money in the future?" Wu Hu chuckled.
Milk Cha Lun shook his head and chuckled, "Don't be afraid! Anyway, you can write songs. If you can't, I will ask you to help me write songs. Maybe I can release an album faster."
In Milkcha Lun's live broadcast room, his fans heard this and applauded one after another, and advised Milkcha Lun to quickly lend some money to Fat Hu and let Fat Hu build whatever he wanted. When Fat Hu loses money, he can let Fat Hu take over as a head.
The tools for writing songs are now in stock. By then, Fat Tiger has paid back, the Lunge album has been released, and the fans are happy. It’s like killing three birds with one stone, and everyone is happy.
Woohoo...the plan works!
It’s a pity that Milk Cha Lun can’t hear these ‘voices’.
As he was talking, Milk Cha Lun became interested and said, "Panghu, why don't you write a song for me now! Let's sing a duet and I'll give you a share of the song. What do you think?"
This was to lead Wu Hufei to the rhythm, but Wu Hu shook his head, "In this way, others will say that I am eating your soft rice. Although I don't mind eating my future wife's soft rice, I mind eating the soft rice given by a man."
meal."
Hearing what Wu Hu said, Milk Cha Lun couldn't help but laugh.
In the live broadcast room, some netizens couldn't help but laugh and complained about Wu Hu's pretentiousness. It's also soft rice. Why can't you eat it? Isn't it delicious?
"Of course, there's no problem in writing a song for you. How about an English song?"
Wu Hu felt that if he really wanted to write a song, he would definitely not be able to do it. He would have to copy it. But if he copied the song of the Flower Planter, he would have to copy the song sung by Milk Cha Lun. After all, only his own songs would be suitable for Milk Tea.
Lun’s style. In this case, it’s better to just copy an English song to him. At least the English song is crooked. If you copy it, just copy it.
"Do you know how to write English songs?" Milk Cha Lun looked at him with a curious expression, "If you have written one, let me sing a few lines first and let me hear it!"
When Wu Hu heard this, he raised his head and started thinking, as if he was recalling something.
But in fact, he had already started searching in the system panel.
There are so many English songs, and it’s hard to say which one is suitable for Milk Cha Lun to sing. So he can only find those that are more popular and have a higher exchange price.
Then, a song called "sugar" appeared in front of him.
However, the exchange price is also very expensive, with as much as 300,000 usable popularity points. This price is already among the top in his music library.
In fact, there are not many songs like this in the top ranks.
None of Milkcha Lun's songs have this price, but you can't blame Milkcha Lun. After all, Milkcha Lun's best songs were basically all released before 10 years ago. Those songs released after 10 years are less popular.
The highest number is around 100,000, and none exceeds 200,000.
However, seeing that these ultra-high-priced songs were all in English, Wu Hu was somewhat speechless. Are English songs more awesome than other songs? I don’t accept it!
So Wu Hu carefully checked the system's determination rules and found that the system determines the value of a song based on comprehensive factors such as the song's global popularity, how much money it makes, and its popularity.
After adding the attribute of "making money", there are indeed not many songs that can make more money than these top English songs. Who said they would make "a knife"!
In terms of global popularity and popularity, the world today is still dominated by the Western world, and most countries and regions around the world use English.
Even if you are a flower grower, you still have countless listeners of English songs.
However, the songs of flower growers are not very popular internationally.
Wu Hu also had to admit that as far as the current era is concerned, the spread of florist songs cannot be compared with other people's English songs, let alone the amount of money they make.
Wu Hu shook his head silently and exchanged it directly without further thinking.
Then he coughed lightly and began to sing a cappella:
i'm hurting, baby, i'm broken down
i need your loving, loving, i need it now
when i'm without you
…
Wu Hu's voice is very ordinary, not so distinctive, and it cannot be remembered immediately. Many music creators are like this. They have creative talents, but are limited by their own rigid conditions and can only follow the creative path.
Luzi, cannot be converted into a singer.
Of course, it's hard for him to say that he is talented, after all, they are all copied.
But he estimates that if he really wants to release an album in the future, some powerful singers may cover his songs and beat him, the original singer, to death in a blink of an eye.
However, with the singing experience and singing skills of the original singer instilled in his mind, Wu Hu could easily sing the song acapella, switching between real and false notes with ease.
Milk Cha Lun was shaking his head while listening, and his back no longer hurt.
In the live broadcast room, some netizens who could understand English also lamented, "This English song by Fat Tiger has such a sweet artistic conception and is very suitable for courtship!"
"There's no soundtrack! Program team, did you hear that? Just inform them and let them play and sing on the guitar! Otherwise we won't be able to learn even if we want to..."
"Although I've known for a long time that Fat Tiger is talented and can write songs, he can actually write English songs. How can he be so awesome!"
"It's a pity that Fat Tiger's voice is mediocre, otherwise he would be another music genius!"
"As long as you are talented enough, you are not afraid of having a bad voice. Look at Luo Dayou, Wubai, Li Zhongsheng...their voices are not among the top, even Brother Lung..."
"Just talk about other people. Brother Leng is someone you can hack too?"
"It's just seeking truth from facts! No blackmail, I am also Jamie."
"Don't talk nonsense. The voices of the people you mentioned are quite unique. You can tell that they are the ones singing."
"Please note that uniqueness does not equal beauty!"
…
How did Wu Hu know that just this matter could cause a quarrel in the live broadcast room?
After singing the song, Milkcha Lun said: "This is already a very complete song! Since you have already written it, why don't you find an opportunity to publish it?"
Wu Hu shook his head and said: "With my voice, what future can I have in music? Even if I sell songs, I have to have a way! Otherwise, how much money can I make if I sell a song?"
If you know the goods, you can give me tens of millions of dollars, which is pretty good!"
Hearing this, Milk Cha Lun couldn't help but chuckle, "Indeed, it's impossible for a newbie in the industry not to be tricked once or twice. Even if you meet someone who knows the goods, they won't be able to give you a high price as a newbie.
If I can give you 30,000 to 50,000 yuan, that would be considered very conscientious. But your song is quite good, let’s sing it together!”
"What? You want to take me flying!" Wu Hu said with a smile: "I'll sing it for you as I promised. If I really want to sing it, I can just write it later."
Milk Cha Lun shook his head, "I have never liked singing pure English songs. Although some of my songs have some English lyrics, I always think that Hua Liu is the most awesome. This song is pure English
Yes, if you don’t sing, then I won’t want it either.”
"Damn! You're still being pretentious!"
"This is not pretentious, this is my personality!" Milk Cha Lun said with a smile: "Since you have listened to my songs, you know my personal style and what I have said. It's not like I can't write English songs.
, but why do I keep singing Chinese songs?”
Chapter completed!