Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 38 Cooperation
Xu Lewu naturally didn't dare to go alone. His old bones would probably be buried in the ground before he even got close to the black market. However, the 50-50 split really made him feel distressed.

"What's the cost of one pack of your medicine?"

"One...two taels."

Zhong Lin's face darkened and he looked at old man Xu Lewu with a bad look. He sold it to me at a cost price of one tael of silver and sold it to me for three taels of silver, which is twice the profit. This old guy is really good!

Zhong Lin snorted coldly and said, "If you don't want to split the profits 50-50, then let's try another way. I'll buy your package of medicine for two taels of silver, and then I'll sell it myself. As for the selling price, it's none of your business, and you don't have to bear any risks. How about that?"

Simply put, it changes the cooperation model into a supply and demand model.

Xu Lewu thought about it for a while and finally nodded in agreement with this plan. He could earn one or two taels of silver for each package of medicine. Although it was not as much as before, he couldn't often encounter a sucker like Zhong Lin, and there was no danger, so why not do it?

"Let's go get the medicine! The black market is only open for seven days at the beginning of the month. This is already the second day, so we have to hurry."

"Okay, I'll go right away. You close the door. I won't be seeing patients these days."

Xu Lewu hurried back to the backyard and told Zhong Lin to close the door.

Zhong Lin found a chair to sit down boredly, and a smile appeared on his face as he looked at Xu Lewu who was busy all the time.

Zhong Lin specifically investigated Xu Lewu, whose family had been practicing medicine for generations. His son and daughter-in-law were murdered by gangsters while they were out practicing medicine, leaving behind only a grandson whom he cherished like a treasure. Coincidentally, the grandson was a classmate of Xiao Shitou.

Xu Lewu is a man over fifty years old. He has excellent medical skills and a bit of a hot temper, but he has a sense of justice, as can be seen from the fact that he just used Zhong Lin's banner to save people.

It is most convenient and easy to cooperate with such people.

While thinking, Zhong Lin saw a pile of books on the examination table, and he stood up and walked over with an idea in his mind.

The Secret of Typhoid Fever

Thanks to his recent hard work, Zhong Lin had already learned the commonly used fonts, and he was able to read the book in front of him easily.

Pick up a book, sit down again, and read it carefully.

The book that could be placed on Xu Lewu's desk for leisurely study could not be any other miscellaneous book, but a book specifically discussing the medical skills of typhoid fever.

Zhong Lin had originally planned to learn medical skills, and since he had some free time, he could observe carefully.

An hour later.

The sound of footsteps coming from the back hall interrupted Zhong Lin's thoughts of reading. He saw Xu Lewu walking out with five packets of medicine in each hand. His face, which was over fifty years old, showed fatigue. It was obvious that making these ten packets of medicine was not an easy job.

Zhong Lin glanced down at the system panel and a smile appeared on his face.

Host: Zhong Lin

Skills: Archery (max level), Locust Stone (max level), 3D Painting (max level), Calligraphy (max level), Cooking (max level), Iron Mountain Skill (max level), Instant Kill (max level), Black Tiger Fist (max level), Willow Catkins (max level), Wind-Breaking Sword Skill (max level), "Shang Han Fa Wei" (elementary level)

Skill Points: ∞
The skill of "Shang Han Xing" was entered on the system panel, and as long as the skill was formed, it was just a matter of thought for Zhong Lin.

With a thought, the "∞" behind the skill point became illusory for a moment, and then "The Secret of Cold Damage" became the maximum level, and then a stream of memories flooded into Zhong Lin's mind.

In my memory, Zhong Lin studied this book hard every day. After more than ten years, he started to see patients in the clinic, specializing in typhoid fever. After another ten years, he finally mastered the book thoroughly.

Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of enlightenment appeared in his mind.

"Zhong, time is limited, so just make ten packs. By tomorrow I can make thirty packs, and even more the day after tomorrow."

"You don't need too much. Thirty packs a day is enough. Even if you buy more on the black market, you might not be able to eat it all." Zhong Lin waved his hand. "Okay."

Zhong Lin stood up and weighed ten packets of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup in his hand.

"I'll pay you the money tomorrow morning. I don't have any money right now."

The smile on Xu Lewu's face froze, and he suddenly felt like he was being set up.

"This book is also good. Lend it to me."

Before leaving, Zhong Lin took out a medical book called "Bencao Mengquan" from the pile of books.

I passed by a meat stall and took the meat I bought home. As it got darker, the number of pedestrians on the road decreased, which made the increase in the number of refugees more prominent.

"I'll ask Lao Zhou tomorrow what the situation is outside."

In the evening, Xiao Shitou came back from school. He threw the schoolbag in his hand onto the bed and ran to the kitchen, mainly because the food smelled so good.

Zhong Lin also untied the apron around his waist and said with a smile, "Go wash your hands quickly."

"Uh-huh."

For dinner, we made braised pork, cold shredded ear mushrooms, and a plate of meat sauce, mixed with freshly cooked noodles. The taste was so good that I couldn't stop eating three bowls.

Zhong Lin also made lard from three pounds of fatty pork. Adding some of it to stir-fries instantly increases the aroma several times. The resulting lard is stored in a separate jar and can be taken out as a snack when you have nothing to do. It is fragrant and crispy.

After dinner, Xiao Shitou consciously went to wash the pots and dishes, and then lay in the study to practice calligraphy.

Zhong Lin took the copy of "Bencao Mengquan" and started reading it until the sun completely set and the last ray of light disappeared.

Zhong Lin's family did not have the habit of reading at night with lights on. It was not because they were short of money, but mainly because the light was too dark. Reading and writing in such a situation would hurt the eyes, and there was no place to buy glasses in this era. Zhong Lin did not want Xiao Shitou to grow up and not be able to tell the difference between men and women at a distance of five meters, and not be able to tell the difference between humans and animals at a distance of ten meters.

"Go, go to bed early."

"Well, second brother, you should go to bed early too."

Little Shitou obediently took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed to sleep. Zhong Lin also closed the book in his hand and looked at the skills that had appeared on the system panel with a smile on his face.

"add a bit."

After a while, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes and opened a packet of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup on the table. He first picked out some with his fingernails and put it between his mouth and nose to sniff, then swallowed it into his stomach.

"Angelica, Rehmannia root, Poria cocos, Cistanche deserticola, Rubus idaeus, Cuscuta australis, Ligustrum lucidum, Polygonatum sibiricum, and Deer antler."

"Wow, is this for nourishing the blood or the kidneys? It's just missing wolfberry and dog spine." Zhong Lin complained.

In just one go, Zhong Lin identified nine medicinal herbs in the package. There were still a few that he didn't recognize, but there was no need to worry. He would definitely be able to recognize them after reading a few more books.

As time passed, at the hour of Xu, Zhong Lin changed into gray clothes again, covered his face with a black scarf, hung a bow and arrow around his waist, and a bulging cowhide bag on his left waist. He held a ghost-head knife in his right hand. He hid in the darkness and quickly left the county town and ran towards the dense forest.

"Entry fee, a lot of money."

The bearded man was still at the black entrance. When he saw that it was Zhong Lin, his eyes brightened a little, especially when he saw the ghost-head knife in Zhong Lin's hand, his expression was even more different.

(End of this chapter)