Zhang Bei was well versed in human nature, and when he used his brain, he was at a loss for words and had a lively chat with the person who borrowed the knife.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Bei seemed to suddenly react.

"By the way, today the farmer gave me an extinct Shangdang ginseng. When I have time, I can make some wine and send it to you."

"Ah, thank you so much, Chief Zhang!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Bei's mouth, and there was no concealed desire to cause trouble in his eyes.

"It's a small thing, it won't be of much use if I keep this thing!"

After chatting for a while again, Zhang Bei hung up the phone and everyone became happy.

When the farmer came to him, a knife dealer would never know about such a thing.

Even if they came to the door openly, they would not send two local workers.

At this time, the best solution is to let the person who borrows the sword take action. No matter what his plans are, the person who borrows the knife as the first one to come over will definitely cause trouble.

Zhang Bei's plan was obviously very successful, and the creditors and doctors kept everything in plain sight.

It turns out your farmer wants to do something secretly behind his back?

Not to mention the bad-tempered knife loaner, not even the living Buddha can agree to it!

After hanging up the phone, the person who borrowed the knife quickly contacted the living Buddha and Gui Gu and let the matter go.

What does the fight above have to do with him? Anyway, this kind of thing will eventually turn into an exchange of interests.

Just to see who is more skilled.

Having solved the Riddler again, Zhang Bei became happier.

After taking advantage of the time before going to bed to clean up the house, Zhang Bei cleaned the empty medicinal wine jar.

Then he got into the cellar.

He currently has a lot of medicinal wine recipes in his hand, and the ones he usually drinks have all been exhausted. It's time to prepare some new products.

Opening the box where the medicinal materials were stored, Zhang Bei quickly selected the medicinal materials according to the formula.

Rehmannia glutinosa, longan meat, rehmannia glutinosa bark, angelica root, achyranthes...

More than thirty kinds of medicinal materials were placed densely in the jars, and then came the second stage of pouring the wine.

The choice of wine is not arbitrary.

This depends on the combination of different medicinal materials.

Most potent medicinal herbs are paired with mild wine, while toxic medicinal herbs are usually paired with strong alcoholic beverages.

Zhang Bei stared at the formula for a while, and quickly took out a large barrel of white wine from the cabinet.

Looking at the Bai family label on the bucket, Zhang Bei had a smile in his eyes.

The Bai family is not an inherited family, but a small family that has only emerged in recent years.

It is said that I bought a lot of ancient wine-making recipes from an auction.

After several years of precipitation, a huge force was formed.

But for Zhang Bei, the wine in their hands was extremely suitable for making medicinal wine.

Especially their signature: Drunken Dragon.

This wine is said to have been developed by the king of Tang Dynasty when Xuanzang went westward and was developed by craftsmen as a farewell wine.

This time Zhang Bei chose Zuilong as the medicinal wine. This wine is cold in nature and can neutralize his warm medicinal materials.

After filling the entire jar with wine and sealing it again, Zhang Bei moved the entire jar to the table and placed it.

Next, the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials are incorporated into the wine little by little at a constant temperature in the cellar.

There is no specific time for the whole process, and differences in temperature and medicinal materials will have an impact.

However, Zhang Bei is not in a hurry. The medicinal wine in his hands is enough for him to consume in the next half year.

There is still some medicinal wine in the cellar that will gradually take shape in the next one to two months.

After packing up the medicinal materials again, Zhang Bei looked at the bottomed medicine box and silently remembered the scarce items in his heart.

Some medicinal materials will take several months to mature, but some can already be harvested in the near future.

After walking out of the cellar, Zhang Bei also planned his recent itinerary.

Tomorrow, go to Lan Yu's place and plant these Shangdang ginseng seeds.

By the way, take a look at the White Tiger family. The little tiger must have grown up a bit after not seeing each other for a few days.

After processing the remaining medicinal materials, Zhang Bei quickly walked into the kitchen.

Time is like Lanson's freedom, it's gone if you don't want it.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the early morning of the next day. Zhang Bei stood at the foot of Lanyu Mountain, yawned, put on the live broadcast equipment, and opened the dark live broadcast room.

Now the audience in the live broadcast room has gradually become familiar with Zhang Bei's regular schedule.

A large number of viewers quickly poured in within seconds of the broadcast.

Of course, someone with a tough life will always be the first to do so.

The alligator was beaten every day: [I will always be the throne!]

Tianranfei: [Sofa, Alligator, are you really not going to get hemorrhoids again like this? 】

Sister Zhou can also flush: [Front row, let alone hemorrhoids, anal leakage is unbearable!]

The alligator is beaten every day: [This is a bad thing, beep beep beep beep, you beep beep beep...]

Zhang Bei looked at the group of people pouring into the live broadcast room with a smile on his face.

"Today, we will visit Baihu's family as usual. We will go down the mountain at noon. In the afternoon, we will show you something new."

After briefly explaining the content of the live broadcast, Zhang Bei began to walk towards the mountain.

As soon as he stepped into Lan Yu's jurisdiction, a confused voice rang in his brain.

"Hip, burp, don't, burp, I really can't eat anymore!"

After listening to Lan Yu's words, Zhang Bei sighed immediately.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it. If it doesn't work, why don't you imitate Lao Bai and induce the birth of something?"

"Hiccup, it's full, it's all full, I don't know what to do to induce labor."

Zhang Bei's eyes turned around, and it could be seen that Xiao Lanyu was indeed a little exhausted during this period.

The plants here are all dense and lush. After just walking a few steps, Zhang Bei saw understory ginseng in many places.

There are even three chaga mushrooms growing on one birch tree!

Compared to a group of old people who are still recovering their strength, Xiao Lanyu's own territory is not large. Even if so many beliefs are crammed into it, it is inevitable that it will be full.

Suddenly, Zhang Bei fixed his gaze on a dead tree not far away.

The huge tree hole is so obvious, it is simply telling Zhang Bei: Come on, there are little squirrels here!

"I'll plant some ginseng for you later. If you can't eat it, help me take care of it!"

"Hiccup, good hiccup."

Listening to the little mountain god's continuous burps, Zhang Bei quickly walked to the tree hole.

He knocked on the dead tree with one hand, and within seconds a rat head protruded from it.

With quick eyes and hands, Zhang Bei pressed the back of the little guy's neck and lifted it out of the tree hole.

Their eyes met, and they felt strangely familiar.

Looking at the fat rat, Zhang Bei quickly found the corresponding day in his memories.

"You moved?"
Chapter completed!