Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 27 Blood-Replenishing Soup

Zhong Lin showed an interested look on his face and said casually, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

This sentence made the doctor so angry that he blew his nose and glared, and shouted angrily: "My family has run this medicine shop for five generations. It has been a hundred years now. How could I lie to you?"

Zhong Lin didn't respond and continued to ask, "How much is it?"

"Humph! A bowl of Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup costs three taels of silver and lasts for three days."

expensive!
It’s so damn expensive.

Zhong Lin was a little hesitant. One pair of suits cost three taels of silver, and the rent for the house he rented was only three taels of silver a year.

"can it be cheaper?"

"No."

"Is the effect really as good as you said?"

"You don't have to buy it."

The attitude of the doctor in this clinic became increasingly rude, with an expression that said, "I don't care if you buy the product or not." It was obvious that he was irritated by what Zhong Lin had just said.

"Okay, let's try two first."

Zhong Lin thought for a while and decided to buy two doses of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup.

Upon hearing this, the doctor stood up and walked towards the back hall. After a while, he took out two paper bags of medicinal herbs and instructed, "Take it with hot water, once a day. No more, no less."

Zhong Lin readily paid six taels of silver and walked away carrying the medicine bag.

After buying the medicine, Zhong Lin did not go home directly, but turned around and went to a teahouse.

I ordered a pot of tea and two plates of snacks, then sat quietly in the corner to enjoy them.

A teahouse is a place where people can relax while drinking tea. In the center is a high platform. An old man in a gray robe is sitting on the platform performing ventriloquism. His voice may be male, female, dog barking, or bird singing, and his performance is very lifelike.

After the song ended, he drank some tea to moisten his throat and then started talking about the book again.

Zhong Lin didn't come here to relax. If it comes to relaxation, aren't Tianxiang Tower and Nuanfeng Tower better than here?
The main purpose here is to listen to people from all over the world bragging, and learn about the customs and practices of this world through their stories.

For example, Heishan County under his feet belongs to Tianyang County, and Tianyang County is one of the eight counties of Chen State.

The current monarch of Dachen is Emperor Shengyun, and the throne has been passed down for one hundred and sixty years.

After drinking the last sip of tea and swallowing the last piece of cake, Zhong Lin stood up and left the teahouse.

When passing by the East Market, I happened to meet a snake catcher who was selling a freshly caught black ring snake.

The black ring snake is pitch black all over, with a darker ring-like pattern on its neck. The snake is as thick as an arm and looks extremely ferocious.

The moment Zhong Lin saw the snake, his eyes lit up and he bought it after some bargaining.

After returning home, he skillfully gutted the snake and used the snake's gallbladder to make wine.

After some stirring, a pot of fresh snake soup came out.

During this time, Zhong Lin lit the pot, added a large piece of lard, a handful of chopped green onions, and a star anise and fried them until fragrant.

Put six beaten eggs into the pan and fry them until they turn brown. Then pour hot water over the pan and the water will turn into a milky white soup.

After the pot boils, put the rolled noodles in. Soon, a bowl of hot stir-fried hand-rolled noodles will be out of the pot.

"Let's start." Zhong Lin and Xiao Shitou each took a bowl and started eating. They swallowed all the noodles in a few mouthfuls, and finished the snake soup while their stomachs were still full.

It's really refreshing.

After resting for a while and telling Xiao Shitou not to run around, Zhong Lin got up and rushed towards Master Liu's house.

Now Zhong Lin no longer goes to school in the morning, and only goes to learn to recognize characters in the afternoon. Moreover, with a foundation of full-level calligraphy, Zhong Lin's speed of recognizing characters is getting faster and faster. Sometimes he learns more than a hundred characters in an afternoon.

In a month at most, Zhong Lin could learn some common fonts and be able to read and write normally.

Master Liu once said that there are probably more than 50,000 characters from ancient times to the present, but only 3,000 to 4,000 are commonly used. As long as you don't come across those ancient books, general reading and writing will be no problem.

Returning home in the evening, seeing that it was still early, Zhong Lin fortunately tried the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup.

I took out a packet and opened it. The paper package did not contain common medicinal materials, but some powder. I took out one third of it and drank it with boiled water.

Not long after taking the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup, Zhong Lin felt as if there was a ball of fire in his abdomen.

"What a powerful medicine! The old doctor really didn't lie to me."

Zhong Lin did not dare to delay. He quickly moved to the yard and started punching with both hands.

The breathing between the mouth and nose vibrates, and the unique breathing method of Tieshan Kung vibrates the predecessor.

Unlike his previous practice of Iron Mountain Kung Fu, Zhongli now clearly felt a warm current growing from the fire in his abdomen. As the blood flowed throughout his body, drops of gray sweat flowed out of the pores of his skin.

Zhong Lin was very excited and continued to box.

Once, twice, three times...

This time, Zhong Lin punched six times before stopping. If it were yesterday, his body would have been sore and swollen that he would have found it difficult to continue.

"This Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup is truly miraculous. Just one dose sustained my body through six full punches. Furthermore, because I've reached the maximum level of the 'Iron Mountain Kung Fu,' I'm able to absorb the medicinal properties of the soup much better, wasting less than half. If someone else drank this Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup, they'd only absorb 60-70% of the potency at best."

Zhong Lin shook hands and felt full of strength. He finally understood why warriors needed medicinal food. There was a huge difference between having medicinal food and not having it.

"No wonder many people say that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. Only a combination of medicinal food can lead to rapid progress. Unfortunately, it's too expensive. People who are not rich can't practice martial arts at all. Forcing yourself to practice will only break your body down. I have to continue using this Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup. It turns out that the only disadvantage of expensive things is that they are expensive."

Zhong Lin pinched the muscles on his arms. It would take at least several months of normal dietary supplements to achieve this, but he achieved it in just two days of martial arts training. This made him even more impressed by the magic of martial arts.

He took out some hot water boiled with a small stone from the kitchen and rubbed it on the open ground to wash off the sweat on his body.

……

half a month later.

Tianshui Lane, Zhong family.

A serving of cold vegetables, a serving of crystal dumplings, and a serving of white rice.

This is the lunch for brothers Zhong Lin and Xiao Shitou.

In half a month, Xiao Shitou no longer had the malnourished image of a big head and a small body. Even Zhong Lin himself grew half a head taller, his dark skin turned white and bronze, and he began to gain weight, becoming the sturdy young man with a broad back and a wasp waist as Lao Zhou said.

Zhong Lin has now completely established himself in Heishan County. Every one or two days, someone comes to ask him to paint. Every time he goes out, he earns no less than five taels of silver. Moreover, because he now belongs to the government, no one is so blind as to collect protection fees from him.

Zhong Lin felt more and more grateful for becoming a painter for the government office. Although he only earned about one or two taels of silver a month by painting for the government office, which could be considered as voluntary labor, the government office's reputation made him live a prosperous life in Heishan County.

(End of this chapter)