Seeing Du Shaoqing step by step actually pulling back a seriously injured and dying person from the gate of death, Cheng Yaojin's heart was filled with huge waves, and reality refreshed his perception. It turned out that this young man was really a miracle doctor, at least in terms of treating trauma. If Brother Qin could get him to treat him on the battlefield back then, he would probably not have been covered in secret injuries due to several fights of bleeding.

After dealing with the third uncle's injury, he saw a jar of strong wine. Even though Du Shaoqing was young, he was so tired that he almost exhausted. After bandages on the injured, he fell asleep while tilting his way. It has been three days since he entered the mountain to now, but he has not closed his eyes for three days, and finally he can't stand it.

The second brother Du Shaoming was startled and was about to come forward and shout, but Cheng Yaojin grabbed him and shook his head and said softly: "It's okay, I'm exhausted. Just fall asleep. Let him have a good rest."

When Du Shaoqing woke up again, it was already dark, and he was sneaked in to see his daughter wake up.

"Dad, Dad, look, there is a big rice dumpling here. When will we start eating? I have marked it on it and divided it for everyone. The smallest piece in the middle is mine." The little girl pointed at the third uncle beside Du Shaoqing like a treasure and shouted.

Du Shaoqing just woke up and didn't understand why he was going to eat rice dumplings. He looked along his daughter's finger in a daze. I'll go, I remember that I used the best white cloth for Uncle San to wrap it in a good white cloth. How did it become like this?

Then he turned to look at his daughter standing next to him. Okay, the little girl was holding a scattered brush in her other hand. It turned out that this was what she called dividing rice dumplings!

After looking at the third uncle who was wrapped around him, Du Shaoqing almost laughed out loud. The child didn't know what happened, but he didn't recognize him as a patient and regarded this place as a graffiti wall.

He picked up his daughter in a doting manner, threw away the brush, and ignored the ink traces like a cat on the child's face. Du Shaoqing kissed and explained: "This rice dumpling cannot be eaten. It contains your third grandfather. He is sick and needs to be wrapped to treat the disease. Do you want to eat rice dumplings and Dad will make it for you tomorrow?"

"Ah! Why did Grandpa San become a zongzi? Will he become a zongzi when he is sick?" The little girl asked curiously.

Du Shaoqing remembered other interpretations of rice dumplings in his previous life and couldn't help but cough and said, "Let's go out and let the third grandfather have a good rest. Daddy cooks for you. Are you hungry?"

The little girl subconsciously touched her belly, "Yeah, her belly has been flattened, but the big tiger said just now that she wanted to make egg custard for me. I'll go and see if it's done."

Breaking free from his father's arms, the little girl trotted all the way to the kitchen.

Du Shaoqing tidied up his clothes, looked at his daughter's figure and smiled, and followed him over.

But before he could get to the kitchen, his daughter cried from there. What's going on? Du Shaoqing couldn't help but speed up.

"Dad, the bearded grandfather is bad. I snatched my egg custard. Like the bearded uncle last time, they are all bad people.

Dad, let's beat him in a pan." The little girl suddenly threw herself into her father's arms and cried.

OK, Du Shaoqing looked up and saw that it was the old devil who was holding a pottery bowl in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, and was eating egg custard with squinted eyes and enjoying it? It was really a father and son who were both good at robbing children.

Seeing the child crying, the old devil and Cheng Chumo did something different. He actually speeded up and finished the small bowl of three egg custard in just a few seconds. Du Shaoqing was speechless. After all, he was the old devil, so cunning.

"Be good, Xuanxuan won't cry. Our pan is not ready yet. When it's ready, I'll beat this big beard."

"Well, let Master Hong Tailang fight, she is the most powerful." The little girl held her tears and focused her head heavily, looking at Cheng Yaojin with a very bad look.

The old devil looked at Du Shaoqing and smiled awkwardly: "This, I thought it was a masterless thing, I don't know it is..."

"Okay, Duke Lu, the child is just angry. I'll just ask Dahu to make another bowl. Aren't you going to talk to me about the liquor? Then come with me."

Du Shaoqing handed the child over to the big tiger in the kitchen. This guy seems to have become obsessed with cooking recently. He is very attentive and has learned very quickly. This egg custard was learned by him and Du Shaoqing.

"Ah? You still have to make it? Then I'll give you a bowl, and you'll have a big bowl! Your cook is so skillful. There's no such good thing in Chang'an." Cheng Yaojin was overjoyed and walked out with a smile.

The big tiger was anxious when he heard this, big bowl? How many eggs do you need? Isn’t it a waste of money if you eat this? Du Shaoqing stopped the clerk and signaled to make a bowl for him. Then he took Cheng Yaojin to the living room of the back house.

"Do you really want a jar of wine to cure the disease?" Du Shaoqing was a little suspicious because of Cheng Yaojin's previous performance.

Cheng Yaojin waved his hand quickly and said, "No, it's not a jar of wine. I said so before that jar of yours was a lonely product. If you could make it, I would need it for a long time..."

Du Shaoqing showed such an expression. Cheng Yaojin knew that the other party had misunderstood and thought that he wanted to drink it with a drink, so he told him everything about using wine to treat Qin Qiong.

Qin Qiong Du Shaoqing knew that one of the door gods in his previous life, a famous station god in the Tang Dynasty recorded in history. Loyalty and righteousness were comparable to Guan Gong's heroes. After pondering for a moment, Du Shaoqing said, "General Qin is my war god in the Tang Dynasty and a hero I admire. He can't collect money for him. He can't count it as a gift from me. You can send someone to get it every month in the future.

Doctor Sun’s words are correct, but I want to remind you one thing: I’m too strong and drinking too much harms my body. You have to tell General Qin that you must measure it every day and don’t drink it.”

Cheng Yaojin didn't expect that the other party was so righteous, and could lend a helping hand even if he didn't know Qin Er Ge. He couldn't help but look up at Du Shaoqing and refused, but he had to nod and said, "Yes, I will personally remind you of this matter."

"It's a pity that the court prohibits the brewing of grain, otherwise I can use pure grain to make healthy and harmless spirits, which will be much better.

The kind you see today is made of shortcuts and is good for trauma disinfection, but drinking it for a long time is also harmful to the body." Du Shaoqing sighed. The wine mixed with alcohol is absolutely incomparable to the wine made from pure grain.

This attracted Cheng Yaojin's attention. He didn't answer the matter, but he secretly wrote it in his heart. When he returned to Chang'an in the future, he would not have to mention it to His Majesty.

"I have another question. Can your spirits really be used to treat horse feces and arrow sores? How confident are you?"

"I dare not say too much, at least 90% sure!

If the reasons for improper manual operation, unclear cleaning, residual alcohol, etc. are excluded, it is not a problem to reach 100%.
Chapter completed!