Lu Fan waved his hand and asked Liu Rushi and others who were about to stand up to sit down again.
"It's ready. According to your instructions, the spring water transported overnight from Mingshi City is used. The pot is a medical pot that has been boiled with Chinese medicinal materials for thirteen years. They are all prepared according to your instructions." Liu Buyi stood up and said.
"Okay, let's boil the water. I'm going to start brewing the medicine."
Lu Fan put down the baggage in his hand, and a group of Liu family members also carried a large iron pot and placed it on the stove that had been prepared, lighting a fire and boiling the pot.
The water temperature was 70% hot. Lu Fan bent down to untie the baggage. A foul smell instantly spurted out, causing many people present to frown and cover their noses with their hands.
Lu Fan was happy when he saw this.
"I can't bear this. If I drink it later, why don't you cry anymore?"
Lu Fan drank this medicinal soup when he was seven years old. He still remembered the scene at that time. His father ran over from four yards away and asked Lu Fuqing why he fed his son shit...
Lu Fan couldn't help but feel happy when he thought of the aggrieved expression on Lu Fuqing's face at that time.
But when he thought of his father, his face looked a little lonely. Without saying a word, he poured all the medicine powder from the unpacked bag into the iron pot, and then asked for an iron spoon to stir it evenly in the iron pot.
Lu Fan had been brewing this batch of medicinal powder all night and one day.
The medicinal properties have already been mixed and only need to be diluted and heated before these people can drink it.
"Mr. Lu, I would like to ask, what is the use of these important things you made?"
Liu Rushi, accompanied by Liu Qingqing, walked over and asked cautiously.
"Drink." Lu Fan said.
"..."
The corners of Liu Rushi's eyes twitched and she couldn't say a word.
But as time passed, the medicinal powder began to boil in the iron pot, and an indescribable stench began to ferment, filling the air of the entire courtyard.
"vomit!"
Some people couldn't hold on anymore and began to bend over and squat on the ground, retching desperately.
Liu Rushi was standing next to Lu Fan, closest to the iron pot. His resolute expression changed again and again. His throat twitched a few times, he shook his head, walked back with a blue face, and sat on the Taishi chair trying his luck, for fear of appearing embarrassed.
Liu Qingqing was fine, quietly looking at the boiling medicinal soup in the iron pot with a curious look on her face.
"This kind of medicinal soup is called Qiankun soup. In the Guwu family, when a child reaches the age of seven, the first coming-of-age ceremony will be held. A pot of medicinal soup like this will be cooked. When the boiling water is warm, the child will be
Soaking in the medicinal soup for 24 hours can achieve the purpose of training the muscles and bones externally and the internal organs internally, laying a solid foundation for his future martial arts practice."