There was only one day left before the TCM exchange meeting. In this day, Pi Qinghua prepared 30 kilograms of top-grade Magnolia officinalis bark and 10 kilograms of top-grade Ghost-seeing Feather and Dictamni bark. He planned to use these 50 kilograms of medicinal materials to participate in the medicinal materials competition. In addition, he also specially prepared two palm-sized pieces of thousand-year-old ginseng bark.
Of course, these two pieces of ginseng skin were not painted by Pi Qinghua on this day. Even though he can now paint more and more kinds of objects, it is still very tiring to paint the thousand-year-old ginseng skin. It took Pi Qinghua three days to rest. One of the ginseng skins was for Uncle An. This was something he had promised, and of course he could not break his promise. As for the other piece of ginseng skin, it depends on the situation. After all, these are extremely rare and good things, so the best choice is to wait for the price to rise.
In addition to ginseng skin, Pi Qinghua also prepared a shark skin and a cowhide. Both were fresh, and he didn't know if anyone would come to buy them, but he just wanted to join in the fun. As long as these two skins were spread out, they would surely attract a lot of people, and then it would be easier for him to sell other things.
"Second Dad! The third pot of jelly is ready! It smells so good! Can you come over and see if mine is good? The color doesn't seem as bright as yours?"
Pi Qinghua heard Lang Zhi's shout from the kitchen, and hurriedly packed up the prepared herbs, then walked to the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen and saw the amber-colored pig skin and soybean jelly in the pot, a smile appeared on his face.
"It's OK. Although it's not as good as your second father, the color is pretty good. As for the taste..." Pi Qinghua picked up a little with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste it, with a satisfied look on his face: "Very good, don't worry, those mortals will definitely fall for the taste of your jelly. Little male god."
Lang Zhi raised his chin when he heard this. This is the level that a male god should reach~ But soon he frowned and asked, "Second father, are you really going to let Zha Zha prepare a cart for us? Will he just get us a motorhome? We can obviously buy it ourselves, why do we need his help?"
Pi Qinghua sighed when he heard this: "Need I say more? Of course it's useless. Instead of him always hanging around you or me at home, why not give him something to do? Anyway, this is just a small matter for him. And he didn't buy us a car unconditionally. Not only can he eat all the snacks that day, but I also promised to make him five days of food supplements." At this point, Pi Qinghua rolled his eyes. The guy looked as strong as an ox. If he continued to eat more, he would probably become a bear. He really wasn't afraid of nosebleeds.
Lang Zhi listened to his second father's words, lowered his head and thought about it, and then felt that it made sense. It just so happened that he could make fun of that scumbag after he bought an unsuitable stroller. It was very nice.
"There's enough pork skin left to make two pots of jelly. Then shall we make fried chicken skin?"
Pi Qinghua nodded: "Originally, I wanted to fry it directly at the exchange meeting. The taste would definitely be better and more attractive. But that's the Chinese medicine exchange venue. I guess we're not allowed to open the fire, which will affect the environment. Pork skin jelly can be said to be a kind of food supplement, which is also related to medicine, but fried chicken skin is a pure snack, so I'd better fry it first and then bring it over. Even if it's not crispy by then, it will definitely be very fragrant as a snack. Just make a little less of this."
"Second dad, you are so smart." After listening to this, the little male god looked at Pi Qinghua very seriously: "I want to be a male god who is good at making money and has a good brain in the future."
Pi Qinghua paused after hearing this: "…" Actually, son, you don't need to learn from me, because if nothing unexpected happens, you have already reached the point where you don't need to make money but will never worry about money for the rest of your life. Well, you should learn some skills to rely on yourself! Three years ago, he was also a second-generation ancestor who didn't need to make money at all. No one can predict what will happen in the future. Even if your kid becomes a male god in the future, he may suddenly fall into a state of decline. If he can cook, he may be able to get a wife.
When Pi Qinghua and Lang Zhi finished making the chicken skin jelly and fried chicken skin in harmony, President Lang's powerful voice came from outside the door: "Little white face! Come and have a look, little brat. The cart you asked for has been made for you."
Pi Qinghua, who was in the kitchen, was stunned when he heard this. Why was it "made" instead of "bought"? Could it be that the guy had someone else make the car
Pi Qinghua went out to take a look with some suspicion, and found that he had guessed it right. But he couldn't get angry, because it was a very good handmade cart.
This car is made of pure wood. If you don't look closely, you can't see the wheels underneath. From above, it looks like a wooden table, except that there are a few more grooves inside. There is a small baffle in front of the wooden table, and there are shelves around it. If the shelves are propped up, a small shed can be built on top, and it will be a regular dining car.
"Why is it made of wood?" Pi Qinghua had some doubts. Although he liked this little car very much, he still had to ask if he didn't understand.
President Langda spat out the spicy duck feet in his mouth and said, "I asked them. Food trucks are not allowed to do small business in the venue that day, but exhibits can be placed on their own counters for trading. Although this rule is ridiculous, since you are a participant, you must abide by the rules. I thought about it and this is the best way. No one can find fault with it."
Upon hearing this, Pi Qinghua couldn't help but bend his clear eyes: "Thank you." Although this guy looks ferocious and smokes from time to time, he is always reliable when handling things.
Lang Yixing saw Pi Qinghua showing such a rare normal smile, and his heart trembled, and he wanted to go up to her to get close to her. However, he was stopped by a figure as soon as he took a step forward.
Lang Zhi raised his head, his face tense, his eyes narrowed with a hint of coldness: "..." What do you want to do to my second father
Lang Yixing lowered his head, his old face was tense, his eyes were domineering and a bit evil, and finally turned into depression: "Forget it, I won't bother with you." Is it not okay for me to just try to get close to you when I don't have any intention of doing anything
Lang Zhi snorted and walked back to the house with his hands behind his back. It looks like you have bad intentions and you are trying to get close to me.
In the end, even Dahei scratched his chin with his hind paws, and then urinated under the wooden dining cart. After all, this was his own thing from now on, and he had to make sure it had his own scent so that it would not be taken away by other dogs.
Lang Yixing felt his hands and feet itchy when he saw the little dog's actions. These two things seemed to deserve a beating! When he looked up and saw Pi Qinghua's half-smile, President Lang lost his temper instantly. Well, it was all a debt from his previous life. Couldn't he just bear with it for now
The several subordinates watching this interaction were all quietly excited. See, the young master didn't say anything just now, but the boss still understood what he said in seconds. What does this show? ! It shows that there is an undoubted tacit understanding between father and son! As for the interaction with the neighbor, it must be the tacit understanding between husband and wife, right
Pi Qinghua looked at his men and chuckled silently.
Fortunately, Pi Qinghua was not too ruthless, and the dinner that night became particularly sumptuous. Of course, this dinner was indispensable to the prepared chicken skin jelly and fried chicken skin. Lang Yixing found these two dishes particularly delicious and almost finished a whole plate by himself.
"How do you plan to sell this jelly and fried chicken skin?" Lang Yixing couldn't help but ask. They tasted really good.
Pi Qinghua raised his eyebrows: "Chicken skin is rich in collagen. It is not only good for beauty, but also has important physiological health care effects on human skin, tendons, bones, and hair. It is a good thing. What's more, the taste and quality of my chicken skin jelly are better, so I plan to sell it for ten yuan a piece. Chicken skin is cheaper, ten yuan a small box."
Lang Yixing chuckled when he heard this. This price is not cheap. However, it tastes really good. Looking at the palm-sized piece of jelly, Boss Lang estimated that it would be easy to sell it out tomorrow.
"But I still don't understand why you want to sell this little thing. After all, a piece of thousand-year-old ginseng skin can be sold for two or three million, right? This truckload of skin jelly is probably worth less than a few thousand yuan."
Pi Qinghua rolled his eyes: "I'd love to!"
Lang Yixing: “… Hehe.” Sure enough, this kid is not a human, otherwise who would be so abnormal.
After a good night's sleep, Pi Qinghua and Lang Zhi were forced to go to Anyun Medicine Store in the Chinese Herbal Medicine Market with Lang Yixing the next morning. The reason why they were forced was because it was troublesome to bring a wooden cart. Pi Qinghua originally planned to find a van. But the wolf boss next to him waved his hand and drove his modified Hummer over. I don't know what Lang Yi did, but the Hummer is no longer an off-road vehicle. Instead, there is a small compartment in the back, which is just enough to hold the small wooden cart.
Therefore, after waiting for half an hour without seeing a suitable car, Pi Da Nanshen could only get on Wolf Boss's Hummer. Also traveling with him was Lang Zhi, who was silent and had a dark face. Although he sat very steadily, his eyes were looking inside the car. Pi Qinghua was sure that this kid was very excited, but he just didn't say it.
"Xiao Pi! You're here? Really, I almost didn't recognize you. When did your tricycle turn into a Hummer?" Uncle An walked forward with a smile. Pi Qinghua stood outside the car and laughed a little embarrassedly. He was still wearing a mask on his face. After all, there were many people in the place he went this time. Whether it was to avoid being scary or to avoid being infected with bacteria, it was better to cover his face.
"I didn't get a ride, so I had to take a Hummer. Don't mind me, just think of it as an extra driver for me. Let's go, shall we? I heard that if we go early, we can get a good seat."
Uncle An nodded as if he was used to it, and got on a Red Flag car in front of him and left. The apprentices following behind him looked back with twitching faces. What do you mean you can only take a Hummer if you can't wait for a car? ! Do you mean that a Hummer is a level lower than a van? ! Uncle An also said that this kid was a very honest guy, but now it seems that he is definitely fake!
In addition to the apprentices, Uncle An was followed by three middle-aged and young men of different identities. One of them looked a little surprised when he saw Pi Qinghua, and then he couldn't help but smile. This was really fate. They met again.
But Wen Wen didn't rush to talk now. They would have a chance to talk after arriving at the exchange venue.
Pi Qinghua got into the car and didn't pay attention to anything else, and naturally didn't notice the young doctor he met at the central blood station. But President Lang, whose radar system was particularly sharp, was different. The moment Wen Wen smiled, his face went dark. Damn it, it seems that the last blood donation didn't leave a deep impression on this kid. Now he dares to think about things he shouldn't think about? !
On the way, Lang Yixing drove very hard, so much so that Pi Qinghua almost vomited several times. After finally arriving at the exchange venue, Pi Qinghua opened the door and started to vomit, and while vomiting, he did not forget to stretch out his left hand and give the middle finger.
Fuck you!
Wen Wen got out of the car with a gentle smile, and was about to walk towards Pi Qinghua's car when he saw this guy sticking his middle finger at him, and his face froze. Then he turned around and saw another guy with a black face in the straight line, and finally understood.
"Eat some tangerine peel. It's good for your motion sickness." Wen Wen took out tangerine peel from his pocket while patting Pi Qinghua's back.
Pi Qinghua retched several times and finally recovered. When he turned his head, he saw a familiar face. When he saw the tangerine peel in the man's hand, Pi Qinghua exclaimed, "You are from the blood donation station!"
Wen Wen smiled and nodded: "Yes, what a coincidence. I heard from Master before that he met an expert who sells tree bark medicine. The medicine is very effective and has improved the reputation of Anyun Medicine Shop. I was wondering who it was, and just now I found out that it was you."
Pi Qinghua smiled and said, "What a coincidence indeed. You are Uncle An's apprentice? Then your Chinese medicine skills must be very good. But why are you at the Central Blood Donation Station?"
Wen Wen watched Pi Qinghua take the tangerine peel and eat it, then continued with a smile: "I was helping out that day. Actually, I work in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the First Hospital. I can't say that my medical skills are very good, after all, they are far inferior to my master. But today I am here to participate in the exchange competition. If you are free, I can ask you to come and cheer me on."
Pi Qinghua felt much better after eating the tangerine peel and nodded: "Don't worry, as long as I have time, I will definitely go and see it."
The two of them then had a pleasant conversation, but although the atmosphere here was very good, the expressions of the two people, one big and one small, leaning against the Hummer had very bad expressions.
President Langda's eyes could be used as knives: "... Ha."
Xiao Langzhi frowned: "If someone is being nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief!"
Then he turned to look at Lang Yixing. President Lang raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me?"
Lang, the little male god, was angry at his lack of fighting spirit: "Go ahead!"
President Lang was silent for a moment. Should I go up and beat him up or go up and beat him up? You have to give me a clear answer, right? Otherwise, how can I make a decision