Fu Song looked at the young black girl and asked Bronya: "She doesn't seem to be older than you, right? How come..."
Bronya looked at him. "Aliya is indeed younger than me, but does that mean someone younger than me can't be my mother? What kind of weird idea is this?"
Weird thoughts...are you sure?
Fu Song was at a loss, and Zhang Jiuyue held him back: "You forgot that the customs in Africa are different from those in China. Here it is normal for men to have three wives and four concubines.
Otherwise, Meng Shou’s fans wouldn’t keep making fun of him.”
Fu Song slapped his forehead, it seemed to be true.
But...wait, that's not right!
He asked Zhang Jiuyue: "Even if you can have three wives and four concubines here, you can have countless wives.
But what about that Arya who insisted on marrying me?"
Zhang Jiuyue smiled and said, "This is also a characteristic of Africa.
A man can have three wives and four concubines, but most of his wives and concubines will not spend their lives with him staunchly.
The most important of these is the issue of survival.
Africa is already poor and miserable, and it is highly unlikely that one man can support seven or eight women.
When the wealth created by this man cannot meet the needs of his wives and concubines, these wives and concubines will leave him and find another man who can support themselves."
"I see. This feels so confusing."
“You could say it’s chaos, or you could say it’s the law of the jungle.
For example, the richest chief usually takes the youngest and most beautiful women in a tribe, while other men can only follow behind and pick up the ones the chief doesn't want.
Bronya's father has three wives, not because he is particularly capable, I think it is most likely because of Bronya."
After a pause, Zhang Jiuyue said, "As for why Alia wants to marry you directly, it is related to a local custom.
What local women like to compare most is the number of divorces they have had.
The more divorces you have, the more envy others will have, and the more proud you will be.”
"Why?"
"Because this proves that the woman is liked by more men. The more men there are, the more attractive she is."
Fu Song: “…”
Shaking his head, Fu Song said to Bronya: “Well…I really thought this Ms. Alia was your sister.
Not only her, I also gave gifts to your other two mothers, including your biological mother.
But please believe me, I really, really have no intention of being your father.
I don’t want to hear you call me daddy!"
Bronya: “…”
Staring closely at Fu Song's yellow skin, Bronya finally nodded: "I believe you this time."
Fu Song breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, thank you, long live understanding."
Bronya asked, "What about my father's illness?"
Fu Song patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me. I guarantee that your father will be completely restored to health."
After saying that, he took out another plaster, cut it into strips, and applied it little by little to Bronya's father's face:
"This is a kind of kindness, and it has very significant effects on arthritis and lumbar muscle strain.
Although your father's facial paralysis is caused by nerve problems, it is still the facial muscles that are strained.
Combining acupuncture and plasters has better effects.”
In the evening, Fu Song and Zhang Jiuyue rested at Dies's house.
As a chief, Dies had dozens of these grass houses and had no shortage of places to live.
Because of the long hours of running around, Fu Song fell asleep as soon as he lay down.
The next day, he was woken up by someone saying, "Hey, man, the sun is shining on your butt!"
Fu Song opened his eyes in a daze and found that it was Simon, a white man.
He said helplessly: "Brother, it is immoral to disturb people's sweet dreams."
Simon suddenly realized his faux pas: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"Okay!" Fu Song turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.
Who knew that the next moment, Simon would say, "Fu... Song, am I calling you that correctly? Can I ask you a question?"
Fu Song looked at him helplessly: "Brother, I want to sleep."
"Sorry, go to sleep first."
But Fu Song could no longer sleep because Simon was sitting next to him, looking at him with curiosity.
How could Fu Song sleep when being stared at like that by a white man?
Especially when the other party got up just now, he mentioned "buttocks".
After sitting up and washing up briefly, Fu Song asked, "What question do you want to ask?"
Simon chuckled and said, “It’s the same acupuncture technique you used yesterday, where you only need to prick, prick, and you can cure people.
My major at Harvard is surgery. I always thought I was pretty good, but compared to you, I'm just a little kid.
Can you teach me?"
"This..." Fu Song frowned.
"Is it that it can't be easily passed on to others? It doesn't matter, I can become your disciple!"
Fu Song hurriedly said: "You misunderstood, the method I use is called acupuncture.
Acupuncture has its limitations, and it is most effective in treating various diseases caused by the nervous system.
If you encounter conditions such as 'appendicitis', 'gastric perforation', etc., Western medicine is more effective.
Of course, if you are really interested, I can teach you.
But I only know a little bit about acupuncture, so I can't teach you much."
What he said was true. The reason why Fu Song knew acupuncture was because of Lu Jingguo.
Lu Jingguo's most valuable recipe is "Cuncaoxin", but he also has extraordinary attainments in traditional Chinese medicine.
For example, acupuncture.
Lu Jingguo's acupuncture technique is mainly used in conjunction with "Inch of Grass Heart" to treat arthritis and cervical spondylosis.
At that time, "Cuncaoxin" had just been launched on the market, and Fu Song sent everyone out to promote the product, including himself.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
