In the past, just ask them to check the cards."

At this point, Zhao Jun turned back and gestured towards Song Changhai, saying: "Isn't it that I, Uncle Song, can't sit still? It just so happened that there was only one missing, so I got on!"

"Oh!" After hearing this, the old lady's eyes suddenly lit up and she said happily: "This is good!"

"Zhao Xiao." At this moment, Song Changhai said: "What do you want a mallet for?"

Yesterday, the prescription that Zhao Jun and Zhang Yuanmin gave Song Gang contained a medicinal ingredient that was also a stick. So Song Changhai asked more, wanting to know who used it and what it was used for?

Zhao Jun replied: "That's not it. My old brother Huang gave me a cure for my leg, and I had to make a stick to stew the old hen soup with it. Now I can't lift the stick up the mountain, so I wonder what the old lady's family is.

Shenbang, I’ll buy a seedling from him.”

"Ah!" Song Changhai nodded when he heard this, then waved his hand and said: "You don't need to buy it from him. I have a mallet at home. You can go to my house to get it."

"That's not okay!" When Zhao Jun heard this, he quickly waved his hands and declined. Zhao Jun was not just being polite, after all, he bought the mallet to give to the Black Tiger Envoy. He was willing to be nice to the dog, but that didn't mean that others would agree with giving such a valuable thing to the dog.

Eat.

Song Changhai thought that Zhao Jun was using it for himself or for his family, so he gave him the mallet. In the end, he fed it to the dog. This would be chilling.

"What's wrong with that?" Song Changhai asked, "Why don't you just make soup? We happen to have a 1780-year-old pauper at home, so you can just take it and be done with it?"

"That won't work!" Zhao Jun gave up even more after hearing this, and said quickly: "That's all for nothing!"

"Why are you blind for nothing?" Song Changhai held down Zhao Jun's hand and said, "If we eat or drink, we are not blind for nothing."

"Uncle Song!" Zhao Jun knew that he could no longer hide it, so he said to Song Changhai: "I want to buy a mallet because I plan to treat the dog's leg!"

"For the dog?" Song Changhai heard this and said in disbelief: "Treat the legs?"

"Ah!" Zhao Jun nodded, and Huang Gui next to him asked Zhao Jun: "Is it the big black cripple?"

"If it wasn't it, who else could it be?" Zhao Jun said with a smile: "Its legs were broken by kicking a big man in the mountain field of Yongxing before spring."

"Ouch!" When Huang Gui heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "But it's a waste of time. That dog is so useful!"

When the black tiger showed his face, Huang Gui was able to catch the roe deer and knock down the red deer in three battles.

"No!" Song Changhai couldn't help it anymore and asked: "You guys who are fighting for siege, is that dog so valuable?"

Hearing Song Changhai's question, Huang Gui couldn't help but turn his head and look at Zhao Jun. Huang Gui likes dogs, but the matter did not fall on him, and Huang Gui did not dare to say whether he could be willing to spend money on dogs.
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Seeing Huang Gui looking at Zhao Jun, Song Changhai said to Zhao Jun: "It's not that I'm too talkative, but Huang Gui and I, Uncle Huang, are both siege fighters. I've gone for a walk with them in the mountains before."

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And in our ten-mile-eight villages, there are many besiegers and mountain runners. I heard them say that if the dog encounters a black blind man or a cannon egg, it will be kicked. You dog... you use a mallet.
Chapter completed!