Siheyuan: The Villain's Cool Life

Shen He bought it with gritted teeth.

It took 5 nests to be sent to the yard.

When entering the yard, seven or eight men helped carry it into the backyard.

Put it aside first and install it when the house is almost done.

I looked at the time. It was almost 5 o'clock. It was getting late and I had to cook and find a pretty girl to eat with.

Chapter 110 Visiting the Pharmacy

"Master, do you have any scorpions?"

"No, who has this thing? Go look somewhere else."

"Master, do you have any scorpions here? Or do you know where to find one?"

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When Shen He arrived at Liulichang, he saw a talkative stall owner and went up to him to ask him something.

The result is that there is no news at all.

Until we arrived at an old man’s stall.

The old man gestured with his palm.

"Ah... what do you mean?"

"It's the information fee. You just asked and I answered. I can't waste my words."

"5 cents, right? Here you go."

"Boy, are you kidding me? Five dollars, or you can ask someone else."

"Okay, if I didn't need it urgently, I would have fought with you." Shen He took out 5 yuan and handed it over.

"Hey...that's right, no one's saliva is in vain."

"Now that I have the money, sir, let's not interrupt, okay?"

"Okay, I'll teach you a lesson. There's no such thing as Tongrentang in Dazhalan. If it disappears, the whole capital will collapse."

"Damn, how could I forget that scorpions are medicinal.

Master, I want a living one."

"I didn't say he was dead."

Shen He bowed, but squatted down again when he stood up.

"Hey... kid, which one do you like? I'll give you a discount."

Shen He took a look and realized that his knowledge of treasure appraisal was not in vain, and he also learned the art of observing qi.

Everything has its own aura, and the older it is, the stronger the aura becomes.

However, Shen He, who wanted to teach the old man a lesson, blinked and said, damn... none of this old man's things are real.

Shen He got up, pushed the cart and left, bah... old liar.

When I arrived at the old bookstall, the boss was not there. I asked the creepy guy next to him and learned that the boss had gone downstairs to collect the goods and would not be back for two or three days.

This is a wild move. Going to collect the goods at this time?

Aren’t you really afraid that you’ll be pinned down by local militia wherever you go?

Without stopping, I got on the bike and rode towards Dazhalan.

Tong Ren Tang has been a large pharmacy for many years.

Even if it is a joint venture, the previous style will still be maintained.

The main reason is that the people above have given the order. If they really let those public servants mess around, when the leader needs medicine, the medicine will be gone and they will definitely be the ones to die.

"Comrade, what would you like to buy?"

"Hello comrade, do we have any live scorpions here?

An elderly person in my family has rheumatism. I heard that live scorpions are good for making wine, so I want to buy some.”

"Live scorpions? Yes, but... Comrade, the live scorpions we sell must have their tails cut off, you see..."

"No problem, comrade. Can I choose? I won't touch them. I'll just look at them and pick out some that look good. That way, I'll show my filial piety a little more."

"Well... please wait a moment, I'll ask." The shop assistant ran to the back.

After a while, he ran back.

"Comrade, come with me. You really can't touch it. Although a scorpion's sting won't kill you, it will still cause you pain for a long time."

"Thank you, comrade. Thank you very much."

Shen He followed the young man to the backyard, where there was a room with many tanks. The young man sprayed himself with a special spray bottle, sprayed his mask, gave Shen He a mask, and sprayed some medicine on his body.

"It's to mask the smell. Some things are very sensitive to smells and will go crazy if they get a whiff of it."

"I'm getting better."

He put on a mask, opened the curtain and walked in.

There are big vats here.

There are snakes, centipedes, and scorpions.

All the medicinal ingredients must be prepared.

Think about it, what if you need this thing urgently and you don’t have it?

So, it’s better to raise some by yourself, mainly because it’s less troublesome.

"This is the scorpion." The shop assistant shone his flashlight and saw a large water tank with a mountain of stones piled up inside, which was full of holes.

Shen He scanned with his mental power, okay, they were all scorpions.

After a quick look, I found that there are 30 large vats in this area, all of which are here.

"Comrade, how many scorpions are needed to make a jar this big?"

"Fifty is enough. Please pick the strongest ones for me. You are such a professional, so your selection will definitely be better than mine."

"Okay, then I'll pick it for you."

Shen He nodded.

The guy took a big bottle, picked out one, and cut off the scorpion's tail directly with the scissors in his hand.

50 scorpions, half of the jar is filled.

Shen He also got what he wanted.

There were more than 20 scorpions in each tank.

And those with a bunch of little scorpions around them.

There are those large plastic barrels in the space.

Cut directly in half.

Bricks and rubble were piled in the middle of the barrel to create many nests, and all the scorpions were there.

Get some grasshoppers with broken wings and throw them in.

All alive.

The shop assistant explained to Shen He how the scorpion was soaked in wine.

Shen He wrote them all down.

I saw people buying pills, but I didn’t care and just bought several of each.

That means keeping it at home for emergencies.

The main thing is that Shen He can analyze the ingredients and production techniques.

This is not called stealing skills, this is called craftsmanship.

Shen He did not stop and rode his bike to Changchun Hall, Yong'an Hall, Deshou Hall and Henian Hall.

I bought some of their special pills and Chinese medicine.

If you want to make medicine, you have to understand the nature of these medicines, not just read them in books.

With these pills and medicinal materials, Shen He can replicate it, and his experience in traditional Chinese medicine will increase.

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301 Hospital.

There were only a few people in the evacuated ward. An old lady wearing gaudy rags began jumping and dancing towards the already emaciated person on the bed.

I had to blow a puff of smoke at him from time to time.

As to whether immortals really exist, only they themselves know.

After tossing and turning for a long time, the person on the bed was still in the same state. The old lady who had been jumping around for a long time almost fainted.

Mr. Duan was not as anxious as Mrs. Duan. They had both been in the war and had seen everything. It was obvious that this old woman had deceived people too many times and in the end she had deceived herself into believing in some kind of fairy.

Father Duan frowned and waved his hand, "Take her away and let her explain what she has done over the years."

Two guards went up and picked up the old lady lying exhausted on the ground and left.

He totally ignored her excuses and explanations.

Seeing that Duan's mother was about to cry again, he interrupted her directly, "Okay, it's already late. The old Taoist priest will arrive at 5 pm. I think the old Taoist priest and the old master of traditional Chinese medicine are more reliable.

You take care of our son. I can't stay here all the time. Otherwise, people will criticize me, and I'll be in trouble, and our family will be in trouble.

You should be smart and don’t do anything stupid.”

After saying this, Mr. Duan left the ward and reached the door, where five people followed him.

As for what the fairy said, her son had encountered an evil spirit, which was countless times more powerful than her fairy.

Countless times more powerful than an immortal, what is this? Doesn't that mean he's the ancestor of the immortal Dao? Regardless of whether such a thing exists, even if it does exist, would he reveal his identity and harm his own child for no reason?