Chapter 56: Wolf Oil Ointment

  Something came up yesterday, the two chapters owed will be sent on Saturday and Sunday.

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  It is said that "no business, offer a discount, not cheating or stealing." According to Song Mingde's understanding of Song Wen, he would never do a losing business. Just like last time, if it wasn't for the medicine, he wouldn't have brought over wild boar meat either. This time, I estimate there's no good calculation either.

  "What's there to be afraid of? It's just a matter of showing respect for one's elders and coming to take a look at you, an old fellow."

  Exposed by Song Mingde's insight, Song Wen didn't feel embarrassed at all, and just smiled along.

  "Really?"

  "Of course, there's still something going on. I see you have so much snake wine, I'm afraid it will go bad, and I want to help the old man drink some."

  Song Mingde's face turned black and he almost fainted.

  He lived for so many years and still hadn't heard that snake wine would go bad, he couldn't help but laugh with anger, scolding: "Everyone says 'white bandit Qīzi', I think you're the real 'white bandit Wén'."

  Bái zéi in Minnan language means "to tell lies", and Bái zéi qī is a figure in Minnan folklore, good at telling lies to trick people. The common people's evaluation of him is not uniform, as for whether he actually existed or not, it is unknown.

  "Where did you get it? Others may swindle with empty promises, but I'm offering you genuine goods. Otherwise, should I take that raccoon dog meat back?"

  "Hmph, and there's something delivered right to your doorstep that you return, I've never heard of such a thing."

  "After all, everything has a first time."

  Seeing Song Mingde didn't get angry, Song Wen walked up and said: "Uncle, can you sell me some of that snake wine?"

  Today he mainly came to buy snake wine, last time Song Mingde had already given him a bottle, no matter how shameless he was, it's impossible for him to ask for another one. Giving him the roe deer meat is a sign of respect for the elderly, it's impossible to exchange the roe deer meat for his snake wine, besides, it can't be exchanged anyway, the roe deer meat is easily seen everywhere, but his snake wine was made with more than 40 kinds of medicinal materials plus five arm-thick rice spoons and then soaked, how much does a bottle cost? How much did his roe deer meat cost?

  Song Mingde's eyes widened as he looked at Song Wen and saw that even Song Wen himself seemed a bit embarrassed, before asking: "Did you drink the whole bottle of snake wine?"

  "Ah Hu took half a bottle, and I drank all the rest." Song Wen said honestly.

  "That kid, always pestering me for a drink. This time he's finally got his wish. Come on, put out your hand and let me take a look. This wine isn't something to be taken lightly, don't want you to catch some illness."

  Song Wen didn't dare to slack off and hastily stretched out his hand.

  "Ah, the yuan yang has not been lost, and the qi and blood are full."

  Song Mingde looked at Song Wen with a strange expression and said, "You little rascal, the woman who marries you in the future will have a hard time, unless you take several wives, otherwise how can she tolerate your body?"

  "What's going on?" Song Wen asked strangely.

  "What's going on is that you're too rough in bed, and your wife may not be able to take it later."

  "Ah Bo, look at what you're saying."

  Song Wen was actually a virgin, and being said so made him feel a bit embarrassed.

  "We're all grown up, what's there to be shy about? I was already married and having kids when I was your age. You should hurry up and find someone soon, release some tension, or else you'll suffer later."

  "Uncle, I'm here to buy snake wine. What's the point of talking about these useless things? It doesn't sound good when others hear it."

  "What's wrong?" Song Mingde glared, but still looked towards the door, and only put his mind at ease when he saw no one.

  "Do you still want to drink snake wine?"

  "What's wrong, won't it work?"

  "Go..."

  Song Mingde responded, glanced at him, and with a sly smile, went to get him some snake wine.

  Song Wen looked at him with a treacherous appearance and was sure it wasn't a good idea, but now he had to ask for help from others and couldn't say anything unpleasant.

  "Uncle, can you add a bit more? This is not even enough for one sip."

  Song Wen looked at him and said with a hint of dissatisfaction that he was being stingy, only bringing a small glass bottle of wine.

  "A mouthful?"

  Song Mingde's eyelids twitched as he listened, his snake wine was only a small sip per day. Unexpectedly, Song Wen said so much about the snake wine that it wasn't enough for him to take one sip, almost bursting with anger.

  Song Wen saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly said: "Ah Bo, after drinking your wine recently, I feel that my energy has increased a lot. I just want to drink some more to see if it can increase some more. You can add some more, so I don't have to run another trip."

  After listening to Song Wen's words, Song Mingde's face slightly cleared up, and he glanced at him before picking up another glass bottle the size of a wine bottle and packing it away. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be somewhat reluctant to part with it.

  Song Wenguang glanced at him and was overjoyed in his heart.

  After drinking the snake wine, Song Mingde handed two large and small bottles full of snake wine to Song Wen.

  "Here, take it and drink slowly."

  Song Wen hastily took it and asked: "How much money?"

  "Don't give me your money, just remember to send me a share if you have something good in the future." Song Mingde said with a wave of his hand.

  "Do you want some wolf meat?" Song Wen asked, remembering he still had some on hand.

  "You even hit wolves? Kid, be careful, don't let people see you, the forestry bureau will come to promote again in a few days, don't get caught and become a model."

  "It wasn't me who hit it on purpose, it came running over by itself, what's that got to do with me?"

  Song Mingde didn't want to listen to these, anyway he had already warned them.

  "Wolf meat is too coarse and causes heartburn, I don't want it, just get me some wolfberry oil instead."

  He had a secret recipe passed down from his ancestors, which involved adding medicinal herbs to wolf oil and boiling it into a black ointment. As long as you applied it at the beginning of burns or scalds, there wouldn't even be any scars left afterwards. This ointment also had a miraculous effect on various skin injuries caused by cold weather. However, after the wolves here were hunted away, he didn't have the materials to make this ointment anymore, so it was abandoned. Now, however, it can be revived again.

  Song Wen listened and nodded, this is easy to handle, just endure some hardship, very easy.

  He nodded his head in thanks to Song Mingde and was about to leave when Song Mingde hastily called him back, grabbed a few packets of medicine from the medicine cabinet and handed them to him.

  "Take this back with you and keep it on hand. If you feel like there's a burning sensation inside that you can't bear, drink it down. If it doesn't work, come back to me."

  "Got it."

  After finishing speaking, Song Wen happily walked out.

  Song Mingde shook his head repeatedly, if he hadn't taken his pulse just now and felt that his energy was full to the point of bursting, he wouldn't have given him the wine.

  As he walked out of the clinic, he turned back to take a look. Song Wen felt that Song Mingde was quite kind, but suddenly felt something was off. After some thought, he realized that this old man was actually too cunning.

  There is medicine wine that is not for sale but can be exchanged for goods, because he doesn't lack money.

  Others took his medicinal liquor, of course, he can't pretend to be an outsider, knowing that he is a doctor, they will think of ways to get him some useful medicine.

  Behind Song's house is the old forest, where there are countless precious medicinal materials. This old man doesn't even need to pick them himself, and people bring them to his doorstep in large quantities. He does business in a very clever way.

  "The thief is still clever!"

  Song Wen sighed and walked onto the street, went into a store to buy a small red clay stove and some charcoal, then bought a sand pot, before turning back to head up the mountain.