"Zhou Cuilan wants a plaster to treat scalds."

An Xia nodded, "Last time she scalded her arm and came with my fourth uncle. That time I didn't give it to her. She and the village chief robbed the girl. I always feel that things are not that simple, although I don't know what the village chief wants for plaster? I want to see the efficacy? I still want to find someone to check the composition of the plaster."

"Can this plaster be found out by traditional Chinese medicine?"

"That's definitely not possible. Otherwise, the secret recipes from the past have been discovered. Even if you can recognize several medicinal materials, the amount of each one can't be found."

Cheng Wenlian thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of why the village chief wanted plaster?

"It's better to give it to them first, let's see what they want to do, maybe we can just do it."

Cheng Wenlian's eyes suddenly lit up and he thought of an excellent method.

"Putting a plan? Brother Lianyi, what do you mean?"

Cheng Wenlian said excitedly, "An Xia, I have found a way to reveal the affair between Zhou Cuilan and Hu Hanqiao. If Zhou Cuilan asks you for whatever you want, you can give her. Anyway, they can't crack the secret recipe. The more you give, the more Zhou Cuilan and Hu Hanqiao will contact each other more frequently. The two of them have a relationship, and it is always hard to save anything from being together. If you ask your fourth uncle to catch the adulterer in bed, you can see Zhou Cuilan's true face thoroughly."

An Xia was also excited, "Brother of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, you are too smart. But what if my fourth uncle is nostalgic for the old love? Zhou Cuilan used to worry about anything at home, and she only spends money. As a result, she suddenly made three meals a day to clean up the house. She was moved by my fourth uncle. Even if she was caught and raped in bed, what if my fourth uncle would still live with her? Her human dog cannot change her slutty, and she will not live long with my fourth uncle. Without Hu Hanqiao and Zhang Hanqiao and Wang Hanqiao, as long as she finds her good things, she will run away with others immediately."

"You are right. Let me think about what to do. This matter cannot be urgent, and it must be handled slowly."

Cheng Wenlian thought about it again, how could Zhou Cuilan and An Jiaye completely showdown if they didn't give a secret recipe? Cheng Wenlian widened his eyes. Yes, he always thought that he couldn't give a secret recipe, but if he gave a secret recipe, maybe everything would be solved, and the village chief would no longer dare to bother An Xia.

"Xia Xia, I have an idea. You are unwilling to cooperate with Hu Hanqiao and are unwilling to give him the secret recipe."

"Yes, this person's inappropriate mind, and I can't make the decision. I just got these by chance. If such precious things are given to people like the village chief, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles."

"That's right, but think about it, if you gave the secret recipe to Hu Hanqiao through Zhou Cuilan, you said that Hu Hanqiao had obtained the secret recipe and wanted to bring you rich together, right? After Hu Hanqiao became rich, Zhou Cuilan wouldn't he be more entangled with Hu Hanqiao."

An Xia gradually understood the meaning of Cheng Wenlian. If she gave Zhou Cuilan a secret recipe, she would still be willing to live a poor life with her fourth uncle. She was shameless and it didn't matter to be a mistress. As long as she had money, she would spend it. The owner of the mahjong restaurant she followed in her previous life was not a mistress, but she didn't feel ashamed at all. She wore new clothes and carried a beautiful bag, and came back to show off under the banner of looking at her son, and gave money to her two children, and brought her two children's outlook on life and values.

"I gave Zhou Cuilan a fake secret recipe, and then she thought it was true. When she was with the village chief, she would ask my fourth uncle to catch the adulterer. She would definitely show up with my fourth uncle."

"Yes, now it's how to deliver this secret recipe to Hu Hanqiao, and he still needs to believe it."

An Xia thought for a moment and said, "I have a way to see mine."

An Jiaye became more and more anxious in the main hall. Why did An Xia go there for a long time? Is there no plaster? When he was about to get up and go out to ask, An Xia took a small bag of plaster. She took it out of the space in the room. She only told Cheng Wenlian that some of them were left before. Although the effect was poor, it was better than ordinary scald ointment.

"Fourth uncle, fortunately Xiaomei hasn't used up. I searched for it for a long time to find it. You can take it back for her to use." An Xia handed over a paper bag, "This thing is easy to break in plastic bags. The paper is breathable, so I found a piece of white paper on the table. You can take it back quickly."

"Hey, thank you An Xia, please trouble you, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

"Uncle, it's not trouble. What's the trouble? I'll send it to you."

"No more delivery, no more delivery, it's a hot day."

An Jiaye happily smiled on his face and ran towards the house lightly. Zhou Cuilan was restless in the house. The village chief said that ointment was very important, but would An Xia give it? When would she give it?

What would An Jiaye say? If he tells the truth and says he wants it, what would he do if An Xia doesn’t give it?

Just as Zhou Cuilan was thinking about it, the door of the yard was thinking, and Zhou Cuilan immediately glanced at the yard. An Jiaye came back, holding something in her hand. She was overjoyed and greeted her, "Family Industry."

"Cuilan, this is a ointment. I'll apply it to you. After applying it for a while, it won't hurt anymore. And this piece of paper is the method of making braised pork written by An Xia. You see, your arm hurts, why don't you make this meat again someday."

"How can that be? The weather is so hot, and the meat will smell bad if it is made another day."

An Jiaye smiled and said, "Yes, my wife said, I forgot, come and I will help you apply medicine."

Zhou Cuilan took out the paper bag. When she opened it, she saw a layer of oily wax paper inside, wrapped in black ointment. There was a faint coolness mixed with the fragrance of orchids in her nose, and she felt very comfortable just by smelling it.

"I'll do my homework by myself. If you have heavy hands, I'd better take medicine by myself. Go and do it quickly."

An Jiaye was not annoyed when his wife pushed him away, "Okay, you can apply medicine slowly by yourself, and I'll take all of these left."

"Home business, wait a moment, wasn't this plaster just enough for An Xia to find an old Chinese doctor? Why did it get it back so quickly?"

"So Cuilan, you are good at Yunqi. These are the remaining ones that Xiaomei uses. Xia Xia said that although the effect is worse than the plaster just made, it is absolutely no problem to treat your mild scald."

Xiaomei used the rest? Seeing An Jiaye go out, Zhou Cuilan felt that it was hard to say anything strange. She took the paper bag, locked the door and hurried to the village chief's house.

The village chief said that she would go to his house if she asked him to come to him in the future. If he was not at home, he would change his time. He could not go to the office anyway.

Hu Hanqiao was indeed waiting for Zhou Cuilan at home, and it was very hard to wait. I wonder if An Xia would agree to give Zhou Cuilan ointment this time. As long as she promised to give it to it, the sparrow had firmly settled An Xia. As long as An Xia went out to find the old Chinese doctor, the sparrow would follow.

If... if the plaster was made by An Xia, the village chief dared not think about it. If this is true, An Xia is a money tree, just look at when the plaster will come.

He thought about it in dismay, walking back and forth at home, suddenly heard the movement outside the door. After opening the door, he saw Zhou Cuilan standing at the door, holding something in his hand.
Chapter completed!