Practice starts with skill points

Xu Lewu naturally didn't dare to go by himself. He was an old man who would probably be buried in the ground before he even got close to the black market. However, the 50-50 split really made him feel distressed.

"What is the cost price of your medicine?"

"One... two taels."

Zhong Lin's face darkened, and he looked at old man Xu Lewu unkindly. He sold me three taels of silver for a cost price of one tael of silver, which was twice the profit. This old man is really good!

Zhong Lin snorted coldly and said, "If you don't want to split the money 50-50, then change the way. I will buy your medicine at two taels of silver, and then I will sell it myself. As for how much it sells, it has nothing to do with you, and you don't have to take risks. How about it?"

In short, it is to change the cooperation model into a supply and demand model.

Xu Lewu thought about it for a while, and finally nodded to agree to this plan. He made one tael of silver for each pack of medicine. Although it was not as much as before, he couldn't often meet Zhong Lin, who was a sucker, and there was no danger. Why not do it?

"Let's go get the medicine! The black market is only open for seven days at the beginning of the month. This is already the second day. We have to hurry."

"Okay, I'll go now. You close the door. I won't see patients these days."

Xu Lewu hurried back to the backyard and told Zhong Lin to close the door.

Zhong Lin found a chair to sit down boredly, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw Xu Lewu busy all the time.

Zhong Lin had specially investigated Xu Lewu. This person has been practicing medicine for generations. His son and daughter-in-law were killed by criminals during a medical practice. Only a grandson was left who was cherished by him. Coincidentally, he was a classmate of Xiao Shitou.

Xu Lewu was over fifty years old, with excellent medical skills and a hot temper, but he had a sense of justice, which could be seen from the fact that he just pulled Zhong Lin's banner to save people.

It is most convenient to cooperate with such a person, and it is also easy to control.

While thinking, Zhong Lin saw a pile of books on the consultation table, and he got up and walked over with an idea in his heart.

"Shang Han Fa Wei"

Thanks to his recent hard work, he had already learned the commonly used fonts, and Zhong Lin could easily read the book in front of him.

He picked up a book and sat down again, studying it carefully.

The book that could be placed on Xu Lewu's desk for free reading could not be any other miscellaneous book, but a book that specifically discussed the medical skills of typhoid fever.

Zhong Lin originally planned to learn medical skills, and he happened to have time to observe it.

An hour later.

The footsteps from the back hall interrupted Zhong Lin's thoughts of reading the book, but he saw Xu Lewu walking out with five packs of medicine in each hand, and his face, which was over fifty years old, showed a tired look. It was obvious that making these ten packs of medicine was not an easy job.

Zhong Lin looked down at the system panel and smiled.

Host: Zhong Lin

Skills: Archery (max level), Locust Stone (max level), Stereoscopic Painting (max level), Calligraphy (max level), Cooking (max level), Iron Mountain Kung Fu (max level), Instant Kill (max level), Black Tiger Fist (max level), Willow Catkins (max level), Wind-Breaking Sword Skill (max level), "Shang Han Fa Wei" (elementary)

Skill Points: ∞

The "Shang Han Fa Wei" skill was recorded on the system panel, and as long as the skill was formed, it was just a thought for Zhong Lin.

With a thought, the "∞" behind the skill point was illusory, and then "Shang Han Fa Wei" became max level, and then a memory flooded into Zhong Lin's mind.

In the memory, Zhong Lin studied hard with this book every day, and after more than ten years, he went out to see patients and specialized in typhoid fever. After another ten years, he finally mastered the book thoroughly.

Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of enlightenment appeared in his heart.

"Zhong, time is limited, so make ten packs. I can make thirty packs tomorrow, and more the day after tomorrow."

"No need for too much, thirty packs a day is enough. No matter how many, the black market may not be able to eat them." Zhong Lin waved his hand.

"Okay."

Zhong Lin stood up and weighed ten packs of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup in his hand.

"I'll pay you the silver tomorrow morning. I don't have any money now."

Xu Lewu's smile froze, and he suddenly felt that he was being tricked.

"This book is not bad, lend it to me."

Before leaving, Zhong Lin took out a medical book called "Ben Cao Meng Quan" from the pile of books.

I passed by the meat stall and weighed the meat I bought home. As the sky got darker, the number of pedestrians on the road decreased, which further highlighted the increase in refugees.

"Tomorrow I'll ask Lao Zhou what the situation is outside."

In the evening, Xiao Shitou came back from school, threw the sewn schoolbag on the bed, and ran to the kitchen, mainly because the smell was too fragrant.

Zhong Lin also untied the apron around his waist and said with a smile: "Go wash your hands quickly."

A perfect poem, a post, a content, a 6-9 book, a bar!

"Hmm."

For dinner, we made braised pork, cold shredded ear, and a plate of meat sauce, mixed with freshly cooked noodles. The taste was so good that you couldn't stop eating three bowls.

Three pounds of fat pork was also made into pig fat by Zhong Lin. If you add some to cooking, the fragrance can be increased several times instantly. The fat residue is stored in a separate jar and taken out as a snack when you have nothing to do. It is fragrant and crispy.

After dinner, Xiao Shitou consciously went to wash the pots and dishes, and then lay down in the study to practice calligraphy.

Zhong Lin took the book "Ben Cao Meng Quan" and read it until the sun completely set and the last ray of light disappeared.

Zhong Lin's family didn't have the habit of lighting up to read at night. It wasn't because they didn't have enough money, but because the light was too dark. Reading and writing in this situation hurt the eyes. There was no place to buy glasses in this era. Zhong Lin didn't want Xiao Shitou to grow up and not be able to tell men from women at a distance of five meters, or people from animals at a distance of ten meters.

"Go, go to bed early."

"Well, second brother, you should go to bed early too."

Xiao Shitou obediently took off his clothes and climbed into bed to sleep. Zhong Lin also closed the book in his hand, looking at the skills that had appeared on the system panel, with a smile on his lips.

"Add some."

After a while, Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes and opened a pack of Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup on the table. He first picked out some with his fingernails and sniffed it between his mouth and nose, and then swallowed it into his stomach.

"Angelica, Rehmannia, Poria, Cistanche, Rubus, Cuscuta, Ligustrum lucidum, Polygonatum, and Deer Antler."

"Good fellow, this is to replenish blood or kidney! It's just missing wolfberry and Cibotium barometz." Zhong Lin complained.

In just one move, Zhong Lin found out nine kinds of medicinal materials from the package of medicine. There were still a few that he didn't recognize, but there was no need to worry. He would definitely recognize them after reading a few more books.

As time passed, at the hour of Xu, Zhong Lin changed into a gray suit again, with a black scarf covering his face, a bow and arrow hanging around his waist, a bulging cowhide bag on his left waist, and a ghost-head knife in his right hand. He hid in the darkness and quickly left the county town and ran towards the dense forest.

"Entry fee, a big buck."

The black entrance was still the bearded man. When he saw Zhong Lin, his eyes lit up a little, especially when he saw the ghost-head knife in Zhong Lin's hand, his expression was even more different.