Chapter 53 Detoxification Pill (1/2)

Ergouzi returned home with a bucket of spirit grain on his back, and first made a detailed comparison between this spirit grain and the Maoya Spirit Valley he had stored in the gourd.

These two rice are originally related and have exactly the same appearance, except that the cat tooth rice is slightly smaller and shorter.

This subtle difference in appearance will not be noticed at all without careful comparison and observation.

Maoya Rice itself contains a small amount of spiritual energy. After being stored in the gourd, its spiritual energy concentration is comparable to that of Crescent Rice.

Ergouzi thought of another way to make money.

He can put the cat's tooth rice into the gourd to improve his spiritual energy, and then sell it as crescent rice.

One liter of crescent rice can be sold for 100 taels of silver.

He now has a piece of land that can mature once a month and harvest about four bushels of rice.

If you sell them all, you can get back 4,000 taels of silver.

However, before the Crescent Rice is grown, he still has to keep it for himself.

Since entering the fourth level of Qi training, a large amount of spiritual energy is needed, and the spiritual energy that Peiyuan Gubenwan can provide is somewhat insufficient.

On the day he came back, Ergouzi started to reclaim the wasteland.

With brute force, he used his heavy sword to flatten some areas that were full of rocks and create an acre of new land.

Finally, I planted all the crescent moon spirit grains and watered them.

There are a lot of stones in this kind of new fields, which are all immature new soil. In fact, the fertility is very poor, and generally no decent crops can be grown in the first few years.

However, by pouring water from the gourd, he was able to overcome all these difficulties and not only grew well, but also grew quickly.

The crescent rice that originally took ten years to mature took him only one year to mature and harvest.

On this day, Ergouzi watered all the crops, then flew down the mountain on a big goose to the tenant Ahu's house.

The old clothes he gave to Ahu last time were all dismantled by his wife. Now all the children in his family are wearing new pants, and finally their buttocks are not exposed.

"Master, the rice noodles you asked for have been prepared."

Ergouzi took a look at the rice noodles in the big wooden barrel. They were white and delicate, meeting his standards.

Because the process of making Dali Pills is time-consuming and affects your cultivation.

Moreover, the last time I had a fight with a zombie, the injuries never healed. I took some random medicines but it didn't work. I haven't been feeling well lately, with hot and cold spells.

Thinking of being lazy, he took a stone of rice from the warehouse at the foot of the mountain and asked Ahu to help him pound it into rice.

The rice is then steamed, dried, and ground into very fine rice flour.

He can save a lot of time by taking the rice noodles to the mountain and mixing them with wild vegetables, then rolling them into balls and putting them in the gourd.

"For one stone of rice, a total of seven buckets of rice were pounded out, leaving only one bucket of rice bran."

Er Gouzi glanced at the rice bran. He was no longer used to eating rice bran. He felt that he couldn't swallow it and his throat was sore.

"The wages are as agreed before. I'll give you a bushel of rice. I don't want the rice bran, so I'll give it to you."

After hearing this, Ahu and his wife thanked them repeatedly.

"Thank you, boss!"

"Thank you, boss!"

The wages given by Ergouzi were already very high, and now they were worth several bushels of rice bran in vain. It was a complete windfall.

During the winter, cook some sun-dried wild vegetables, add a few grains of rice, and a lot of rice bran, especially if you are full and hungry but can't poop.

Ergouzi paid the wages and weighed two stones of rice to Ahu, asking him to grind it into rice flour in the same way.

Five days later, Er Gouzi brought another sack of Dali Pills to Huichun Hall.

"Don't you already know the address of the black market? Why are you still coming to my place?"

"I'm too lazy to go to the black market so much. I'll just sell it to you in the future. I'll see you for a doctor."

Ergouzi threw the sack on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Sima Yi stared at Er Gouzi and carefully observed his complexion.

The profession of doctor pays attention to seeing, hearing and asking. When you first meet, you can analyze the general outline through details such as gait, sitting posture, complexion, tone and appearance.

At this time, Sima Yi observed carefully and could easily see that Er Gouzi's face was shrouded in a blue-gray aura.

"Are you poisoned?"

"Oh, maybe it was because of the fight with that zombie last time. I was scratched and it never healed."

Ergouzi took off his clothes as he spoke, revealing his soy sauce-colored tendons.

When Sima Yi saw Er Gouzi's body, his pupils shrank, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

He has been practicing medicine since he was a child and has been practicing medicine for more than ten years. He has seen countless patients, but he has never seen anything like this.

Ergouzi's body was seen to be covered with dense scars. These old scars were pressed one after another, leaving no gaps.

These scars were tangled together and looked hideous and terrifying.

In addition to these old wounds, there are more than a dozen new wounds scratched by the claws of zombies, and the wounds are black and blue.

"I thought it would take three to five days for a minor injury to heal, but I didn't expect it wouldn't heal for so long. It's been hot and cold recently."

Ergouzi said it very easily. He had been used to being beaten and injured since he was a child. He would heal on his own after enduring the injury.

He had always felt that he was very talented at being beaten.

Compared to the old injuries he had suffered before, these dozen scratches seemed to be nothing.

"You were infected with corpse poison. Fortunately, you remembered to ask me, otherwise you might be a zombie next time we meet."

"Don't go back today. I'll make you a pot of potion and take a bath."

Immediately, Sima Yi wrote a prescription, then boiled water and brewed a large bucket of medicine.

Ergouzi lay half in the potion, his whole body relaxed and warm, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

"It turns out that taking a hot bath is so comfortable!"

"You haven't had a hot bath?"

Sima Yi moved a recliner and sat next to the bathtub. He remembered that he had only taken a cold bath once.

In the summer when he was 12 years old, he secretly ran to the river and took a cold bath, which made him feel very comfortable.

But the maid who was responsible for taking care of his food and daily life was beaten to death by his uncle.

After that, he never took a cold bath again.

"What kind of hot water do farmers need to wash themselves with? It's not that pretentious."

“I walked all the way to the mountains, worked all day to collect a load of firewood, and then took a hot bath and used it all.”

"Who lives like this!"

Ergouzi rubbed the dirt on his body and said nonchalantly.

It's not common for people to wash their smelly feet with hot water in winter like his aunt did.

Sima Yi thought for a while and realized that boiling a large pot of water would indeed require a bundle of firewood, and taking two baths would require a load of firewood.

"Huang Laocai is the most particular person in our village. In the middle of winter, when the ground is freezing, he boils a large bucket of hot water for bathing in ten and a half months."

"In a large bucket of water, Huang Laocai washed it first, then his wife, then his son, and then his concubines and daughters."

"After the whole family took turns washing, the bucket of bath water was thicker than rice porridge. It wouldn't topple even if you stuck a stick in the water."

"The bath water was saved and used to water the fields, and the crops grew particularly lush."

"There is a Niu Dandan in the village. He is thinking about getting married the next day, but he is reluctant to boil hot water and wash himself with cold water in the winter.

He died of illness just a few days after his wife came to the house, and he took advantage of his brother Erdan..."

While Ergouzi was taking a bath, he talked about all kinds of interesting things in the village.

He spoke brilliantly, and Sima Yi listened with great interest and found everything new.

"By the way, where did you get so many injuries?"

Every time Sima Yi saw the crisscross scars on Er Gouzi's body, he always wanted to ask. He held it in his heart for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I got beaten up, and some of them I accidentally dropped myself."

"Look at this scar. On that day during the festival, my aunt asked me to cook a pot of white rice.

I wanted to taste the taste of white rice, so I secretly dug out a big pile and ate it before the meal started. "

"I was too young at that time, and my aunt dug such a big hole in the pot because she was so naive."

"Then he hit me with a spatula, but it was not a bad beating. At least I ate the food. It was delicious."

"Look at this injury, it's a shame..."

Ergouzi talked about the scars on his body as if he were telling someone else's story, vividly and sometimes even laughing.

But Sima Yi couldn't laugh with him, and he realized that their childhoods were so different.

He remembered that when he was a child, he broke his skin once and the maids and women at home took turns taking care of him, as if the sky was about to fall.

"Now that you also have the reputation of being a martial arts scholar, your cousin should not be able to defeat you. Have you ever thought about taking revenge?"

Ergouzi was silent for a long time this time, and then he said with a smile.

"The murderer must be beheaded according to the king's law."

"Whether or not the king's law is violated is not the final decision of the government."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Sima Yi's lips.

"When you need to break the law, you can just step on an ant to death, or you can be arrested and beheaded."

"When you say you didn't break the law, even if you stabbed the sky and killed someone under the eyes of the government, they wouldn't see it."

"Look at those bandits who block the road and rob, as long as they pay some money to the government, they can live a better life than the landlords."

"Just tell the truth whether you want revenge. If you want revenge, I'll make sure you're fine with the government."

After Sima Yi heard Er Gouzi's experience, he seemed to be even angrier than Er Gouzi himself.

He has been encouraging Ergouzi to take revenge.

"Alas! In fact, I have been very confused."

"My cousin should be my only relative."

"She is 10 years old. If her parents and brothers are killed in front of her, what will she do?"

"At least she is living a happy life now. I can't bear to let her become an orphan without parents like me."

In fact, this is what Ergouzi has been struggling with. The so-called Wang Fa is just a layer of broken window paper.

If on a dark and stormy night in a certain month, you sneak in and kill all the people in the house, who cares?

He could see that Xiao'ezi was very happy now.

"Let's wait a few more years. When Xiao'ezi gets married, has her own home, and has her own children, she shouldn't be too sad by then..."

The two of them were chatting like this, and before they knew it, the bucket of hot water had completely cooled down.

"The water is cold, come out and let me take a look."

Ergouzi emerged from the water. A trace of red blood oozed from the wounds, but the surrounding area was still blue-grey.

"Does it hurt?"

Sima Yi poked it with his finger and asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

Ergouzi shook his head.

"Here, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Here..."

Sima Yi poked every wound, but Er Gouzi felt no pain.

"Your corpse poison is a bit troublesome. Ordinary medicinal materials have no effect."

Sima Yi shook his head.

"Wait a minute and go check out the black market. There is a Hongfutang drugstore opened by the county magistrate. Go and ask if there are any detoxifying pills."

"If there is, you should be able to exchange the five Blood Soul Pills in your hand for an antidote pill."

Er Gouzi put on his clothes, said goodbye to Sima Yi, went to the black market, and went straight to Hongfutang.

"Excuse me, do you have any antidote pills in the store?"

"You want to buy pills?"

The shopkeeper looked up at Er Gouzi.

"Poisoned?"

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, there are no antidote pills in the store. If you want them, you have to wait a little longer. Pay a deposit first, and you need to purchase them from the county city."

This kind of pill is expensive and in low demand.

If you don't pay a deposit, you spend a lot of money to get the pills, but the customer doesn't want them, or dies, and the pills will be left in your hands.

"How much deposit do you need to pay?"

"We don't accept silver here, we only accept Peiyuan Guben Pills, or other rare materials."

Er Gouzi didn't have many Peiyuan Guben Pills in his hand, and remembered that Sima Yi said he could exchange them with Blood Soul Pills.

When he took the Blood Soul Pill out, he was still a little nervous.

This is a pill made by a cult using living people. Is it really appropriate to take it to the store opened by the county magistrate to consume it?

However, after the shopkeeper took a blood and soul pill, he carefully checked the authenticity of the pill, only glanced at Er Gouzi, and there was nothing strange on his face, so he gave him a receipt.

This is indeed a place where the king's law cannot reach, even the store opened by the county magistrate is no exception.

"It will take some time to wait for the detoxification pill. Do you want to buy some ordinary detoxification pills to temporarily suppress the development of toxicity?"

After the shopkeeper opened the receipt, he suggested very considerately that he was worried that Er Gouzi would not be able to hold on until then.

So, Er Gouzi spent dozens of taels of 100 refined silver essences and bought some detoxification pills.

Hongfutang does not accept ordinary silver, but does not refuse 100 refined silver essences, which solves a lot of troubles for Er Gouzi.

Because this material can be used to make weapons, there is a great demand.

But it takes a lot of time and energy to refine ordinary silver into 100 refined silver essences, which is relatively rare.

Since Bailian Silver Essence can be used, he bought 100 Peiyuan Guben Pills at Hong'an Hall.

After leaving the black market, he put all the detoxification pills into the gourd, intending to use them after the medicinal properties are improved.

Three days later, Er Gouzi sat on the stone bed and took a detoxification pill.

After a while, a trace of black blood oozed out of his wound.

It seems to have some effect.

After taking the medicine, he remembered that there was a rejuvenation technique among the spells left by his master.

There were too many things to learn and practice before, and I have practiced one by one, but I haven't gotten to the rejuvenation technique yet.

I saw in the book that this spell can heal wounds, but I don't know if it can detoxify.

This time, he will practice this spell in advance, and try it first.

In the next month, he took detoxification pills every day and practiced rejuvenation at the same time.

Under the simultaneous action of these two methods, the black color of the wound did not spread outward, and a part of the black poisonous blood could be discharged every time.

Now he can feel a little pain when he pokes the wound with his hand.

If this trend continues, maybe his corpse poison can be cured without taking the detoxification pill.

He shouldn't die, it just takes some time.

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