Chapter 20 Song Wen, a knight's dream is broken, a bottle of magic doctor pours it
Throughout the ages, which young man in the world has never dreamed of being a knight and traveling around the world in a dashing way?
Sitting in the dilapidated courtyard, Song Wen watched in amazement as the young Lin Chong practiced a set of elegant and swift marksmanship with a wooden stick without a spearhead...
Li Yan, who had recovered a lot, sat aside and watched with satisfaction. From time to time, she would point out the mistakes in Lin Chong's strength and steps, which actually benefited Lin Chong a lot.
After finishing a set of marksmanship, Lin Chong just panted slightly, and Song Wen was enjoying watching it. Little did he know that Li Yan had already stood up and came behind Little Turtle Gong...
A big hand suddenly pinched the back of Song Wen's neck... The force was so strong that Song Wen could even hear the sound of his own joints rubbing together, and then the big hand began to pinch Song Wen's waist, shoulders, and elbows...
Song Wen screamed in pain: "Old beggar! I know you have been thinking about my beauty all the time... Let me go, I would rather die than obey! You old glass..."
Li Yan and Lin Chong had long been accustomed to Song Wen's nonsense. Lin Chong looked at Li Yan with hope... but Li Yan shook her head with regret: "It's true that it won't work. In fact, this guy was actually a good young man!
It's a pity... It's not just talk about being poor in culture and rich in martial arts. He hasn't had enough food and drink since he was a child and he has been working hard in a brothel... His vitality has been damaged, and his bones and muscles are not strong enough. He will not be able to progress in martial arts!"
Lin Chong sighed and said nothing.
Song Wenze said with a smile: "I have never thought about becoming a great knight or general... I just want to live happily for the rest of my life. If I worry about gains and losses, I'm afraid I will have to throw myself into the Bianhe River again..."
Li Yan wondered: "Did you go to jump into the river that day or did you want to see if your master had returned? Did that master really live under the wooden arch beam where I lived? It seems... your master is also a habitué
A man of martial arts! It is a pity that such a master...is wandering around the world like this!"
Song Wen laughed and covered it up. Just as he was about to discuss with Li Yan about deceiving Gao Yanei, someone suddenly knocked on the locked courtyard door.
Lin Chong was stunned for a moment, then stood up and mounted a fine steel spearhead on the wax stick, and a spear with a cold light immediately took shape.
Li Yan also frowned, and then said to Lin Chong: "If my senior brother came over, he would definitely climb over the wall and leave no trace... The person knocking on the door must be an outsider, but if it were someone from Gao Qiu, he would have rushed in long ago.
It's okay, you go and take a look... calm down."
Song Wen was also a little uneasy, but he still stood beside Li Yan and watched Lin Chong holding the spear behind his back and quickly walked to the door and pulled the bolt.
An old man in a bamboo hat dressed as a fisherman stood outside the door with a smile. Behind him stood an eight or nine-year-old boy with big eyes. There were fishing rods and bamboo baskets on the ground at his feet.
"Little brother, please don't blame me for visiting unexpectedly... It's just that the wine bug in my belly has been causing trouble for a few days, and I really can't bear it anymore! May I ask, is the owner of this yard making wine?"
The old man's surname was An and his given name was Baoshan. He was from Hangzhou and came all the way with his grandson to visit an old friend who was bedridden.
That old friend had been promoted to a criminal official position in the Ministry of Punishment a few years ago. He fell ill at his home in Bianliang just after he retired. His family sent a letter to Mr. An, asking An Baoshan, a skilled doctor, to come over for diagnosis and treatment.
An Baoshan's two sons and his wife died young, leaving only this grandson. The old man couldn't worry about his grandson being alone at home, so he took his grandson by boat and went north along the canal to Bianliang to treat his old friend, who recovered a little bit.
Later, the old gentleman disliked the noisiness in Bianliang and moved to a small courtyard on the east side of the outer city, about half a mile away from here.
Mr. An pinched his beard and smiled and said: "To be honest, I first like fishing in my life, and secondly I like some things in the cup... When I was fishing under the willow tree over there these days, I smelled an unprecedented aroma of wine...
…Later on, the fragrance became even more fragrant every now and then! Today, I couldn’t help the wine bug, so I came over to ask for a pot of wine from the host…I’m being presumptuous, but I hope you’ll respect me!”
Li Yan sat across from the old man, with Song Wen and Lin Chong standing behind him. Upon hearing this, Li Yan and Lin Chong both looked at Song Wen, who looked confused...
Song Wen cupped his hands and said: "Old sir, I originally wanted to steam wine to get medicine to treat my uncle's illness. I never thought that the prescription left by my master would be used to make some drinkable spirits... But this is so strong.
The wine is really very strong, so there is no harm in giving some to the old gentleman, but I am afraid that the old gentleman will get drunk!"
"Hahaha, I have been drinking for most of my life, and I have been drunk thousands of times. It doesn't matter! But... my master actually knows how to steam wine to make medicine? But I don't know what method? Who is the master and where does he practice medicine?
?”
"The teacher has no name and no surname, wandering around the world. He has been traveling all over the world for a long time..."
Mr. An thought for a while but shook his head, then looked at Li Yan and said: "Is your foot injured? It looks like he is weak in energy and blood, and his face is in trouble... But there is blood gushing above his eyes and nose, I'm afraid it's that
Is it because of the medicinal wine?”
Lin Chong frowned when he heard this, but Song Wen said softly to Li Yan: "Why is there a bottle of soju missing...it turns out you drank it secretly!"
A bottle of shochu was placed on the table. The old man smiled happily and took out a small, white and shiny jade pendant from his sleeve... "Haha, I took the trouble to come to visit and ask for fine wine. Don't take advantage of it in vain... I will give this little thing to my little brother."
I hope my little brother can tell me how to use this wine as medicine?"
Song Wen had a good impression of the old man, but he waved his hand after hearing this... "Old man, you're welcome, a bottle of wine is nothing... This strong wine is very simple to use as medicine, it is to disinfect... uh, to get rid of evil spirits from infected wounds.
That’s all.”
The old man nodded and said softly: "It turns out that this is a method from the trauma department. The master must be a martial arts practitioner, right? Wine can help the flow of qi and blood, but this is the first time I have heard of using it to make medicine for golden sores..."
Song Wen took out another small bottle of weapon-grade alcohol and said: "This is the spirit for washing wounds. My master once said... This thing is made from grains, water for wine making, firewood for fuel, fire for transpiration, and copper pot for
The vessel...the five elements come together to become the essence of the wine.”
The old man opposite was dumbfounded by this big lie and his face was full of anticipation... "It's amazing, I never thought there is such an expert in the land of Bianliang... Where is your master now?"
"I haven't seen the teacher in three years..."
Mr. An reached out and took the small bottle, and Li Yan couldn't help but have a trace of fear on his face... The alcohol cleaned the wound, but it almost killed him! The heart-burning and bone-scratching pain... left him with lingering fears.
The old gentleman gently pulled out the plug, and a strong and pungent smell of alcohol rushed straight into his nostrils... The old gentleman smelled carefully for a long time and shook his head... "It's really amazing! There is actually fire in the water, there is indeed something special about it..."
The old man opened his mouth and wanted to take a sip... Song Wen said hurriedly: "Mr., you can't drink this, it's very poisonous, and big trouble will happen if you drink it! After I mixed the second alcohol that I steamed later with some alcohol on the market,
That’s why we have the strong liquor here in big bottles that you can drink...but the alcohol is too strong and still makes you intoxicated easily."
Mr. An chuckled, took the bottle and said, "Let me try it, how intoxicating is this alcoholic spirit?"
After a while, the old man tilted his head and slipped under the table, unconscious...
Song Wen couldn't help but secretly raise his thumbs! The old guy is indeed very powerful... He didn't even have a peanut, so he blew a bottle of Sanwu product Dalaosan, which was suspected to be more than 40 degrees, without soaring or uttering nonsense on the spot.
Alcohol poisoning is a good thing!
Not to mention that this old man must be at least sixty years old, right?
The old man's grandson seemed to be quiet and quiet, which seemed to be a common sight. He came over to check and saw that his grandpa was just drunk, so he was relieved.
Song Wen and Lin Chong hurriedly carried the old man to the side room to rest. Song Wen asked the child sitting in front of the bed: "Your grandpa's medical skills are really good. He can tell when I meet him that my uncle is injured..."
…I’m just a bit drunk, little brother…what’s your name?”
The little boy lowered his head and replied: "My family has been practicing medicine in Hangzhou for generations, and my grandfather has very good medical skills... My nickname is Brother Quan, and my nickname is Daoquan."