"May I ask... are all these sisters of Brother Jing's biological sisters?"

Zhou Zhiwei asked, clinging to the last glimmer of hope.

If Jing Zhe answers yes, he can give up learning calligraphy from Jing Zhe and instead become... his brother-in-law!

But Jing Zhe's answer extinguished his illusions.

"Actually... none of these are my biological sisters."

But I've kissed some of them...

Zhou Zhiwei glanced at Jing Zhe, feeling even more envious.

Not for kissing? Then it must be for kissing!

It seems I really gave him the "it's all over sooner or later" gift, but I don't know if it will work on him.

So he asked, "Brother Jing, about the pills I gave you..."

"It's useless!"

Jing Zhe thought he had changed his mind and was going back, so he shrugged and said.

"Huh? It didn't work? You tried it?"

Zhou Zhiwei glanced at Jing Zhe's lower body a few times and suddenly felt a little sorry for him. He had so many good older sisters around him, but even after taking the medicine, he couldn't get better. It was really pitiful.

It seems that God is fair after all.

After giving him handsome looks and unparalleled poetic and calligraphic talent, she quietly took away his pleasures as a man. Thinking about it this way, I should be satisfied.

He sighed, patted Jing Zhe on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Brother Jing, don't be sad. This kind of thing... isn't your fault! Our Jinxi is a medicine capital, with countless kinds of medicinal herbs to nourish the body and enhance male virility. When I get back, I will definitely find a lot of them for you, so that you can regain your virility!"

"..."

Holy crap!

Unbeknownst to him, Zhou Zhiwei had mistaken him for a Super Boy contestant, which infuriated Jing Zhe!

I originally wanted to scold him, but then I thought, this is for the best, at least he will never know the secret of "eating dates and pills".

Oh well, if I'm being called a Super Boy, then so be it. Consider it repaying the favor of him for giving me medicine!

Jing Zhe patted him on the shoulder as well, his face serious.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Zhou!"

Zhou Zhi did not nod, his expression equally solemn.

"..."

...

Next, Zhou Zhiwei asked, "Brother Jing, about this calligraphy... is it still for next time?"

Jing Zhe thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Definitely today!"

"real?"

Zhou Zhiwei was overjoyed.

"It seems that Brother Jing's personality is just like that. Not only is he decisive in his actions, but he is also... so quick! Of course, I believe that Brother Jing will soon regain his former glory!"

"Well... I hope so!"

"Brother Jing, there's no need to be so pessimistic. If you don't even believe in yourself, how can you possibly succeed?"

"..."

"Don't worry, even if you don't think about yourself, Brother Jing has to think about your... sisters!"

Zhou Zhiwei said earnestly.

"..."

Holy crap, is this ever going to end?

I was planning to teach you calligraphy properly, but I didn't expect you to be so cheeky!

It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know what the dangers of the world are!

Jing Zhe thought for a moment, then said, "Brother Zhou wants to learn my self-created cursive script, right?"

Zhou Zhiwei nodded hurriedly.

"Do you know about sulfur?"

"sulfur?"

Zhou Zhiwei was taken aback at first, then said smugly, "Our Jinxi is known as the capital of medicine, and sulfur happens to be a medicinal herb, of course I know that! But why is Brother Jing asking about this?"

Then, after a moment's thought, he cautiously asked, "Brother Jing, sulfur is usually used externally to relieve itching. Some itinerant sorcerers have said that sulfur can be taken internally to enhance male virility, but those who tried it all died from poisoning! So, Brother Jing, please don't risk everything for a small gain!"

"..."

Jing Zhe swore that if it weren't for the fear of "being doomed," he would have given Zhou Zhiwei a good beating, given his temper!

Damn it, how can you connect everything to that?

With such steady driving skills, why don't you go write erotic novels?

That way you won't have to worry about crashing every day!

"Brother Zhou, don't talk nonsense. I asked you to buy sulfur so that I could use it to teach you calligraphy later. What nonsense are you spouting?"

"..."

Zhou Zhiwei blinked, as if asking why he was being asked to buy it.

"As you just mentioned, sulfur is poisonous if ingested, so it's very difficult to buy outside. Pharmacies do have it, but most people can't buy much! Brother Zhou is different. As the number one talent in the medicine capital, you can just say a few words and those apprentice doctors will be scrambling to bring you sulfur."

It has to be said that Zhou Zhiwei usually praises Jing Zhe, so these occasional compliments make him a little smug.

"Hehe, that makes sense!"

Then he asked, "But what exactly does sulfur have to do with practicing cursive script?"

"..."

Jing Zhe thought for a moment, then said, "Brother Zhou, actually, when I was a child practicing poetry and calligraphy, I also had a teacher. Back then, just like you are now, I asked about everything, but I didn't achieve anything. Instead, when I practiced on my own later, I created so many calligraphic styles. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I don't talk as much as you!"

"..."

Zhou Zhiwei left, resolutely, without looking back.

He really wanted to ask again, "How much should I buy?", but he was afraid that Jing Zhe would say he was talking nonsense again.

Oh well, I'll just buy more!

...

After Zhou Zhiwei left, Jing Zhe spat.

Damn it, serves you right for always saying I'm no good!

Then he said to Hanhan, "Hanhan, have you noticed where in town they sell firecrackers?"

Hanhan thought for a moment and said, "When Zhang's Winery reopened a couple of days ago, Manager Zhang sent someone to buy some wine. I heard about it."

"Alright, in that case, go and buy some saltpeter!"

For someone like Hanhan, a former "ice-making enthusiast," saltpeter is a very familiar substance.

When he arrived in Jingzhou, he spent most of his time doing nothing. Even Jing Zhe would disappear every few days, and he couldn't see him even if he wanted to protect him, so he was very bored.

Hearing that there was something to do again made him incredibly excited.

"Does the young chieftain want to make ice again?"

Jing Zhe glanced at him. "Do you think we can sell the ice we make now?"

Scratching his head, Hanhan began to analyze: "It's not like summer before, it's too cold now. Everyone wants to wear more clothes, so probably no one wants to buy ice..."

"Excellent, excellent!"

Jing Zhe patted him on the shoulder: "You've gotten smarter now, haven't you? You can analyze things now!"

"hey-hey…"

The man with the round face beamed with a bright smile, then asked, "But if it can't be used to make ice, why did the young chieftain ask me to buy saltpeter? Could it be to help Young Master Zhou practice calligraphy?"

"Have you been spending too much time with Zhou Zhiwei and caught his infection?"

Jing Zhe glanced at Hanhan and frowned.

"ah?"

The simpleton looked puzzled.

"You've started talking a lot more nonsense lately!"

"..."

The simple-minded man blushed and didn't dare to ask Jing Zhe anything more. He took the silver Jing Zhe gave him and walked into the alleyway on the side of the street.

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