"Fang Rong can just go home and count his money." Fang Hua fanned the sweat off his face. "You've been working hard all day."
The people who came to buy vegetables were more honest than I expected; they even lined up. The business was even better than when I was there, and everyone conscientiously put money in.
Since everyone was honest and didn't dare to order too much meat, they ended up saving a lot of meat and making an extra bowl or two. It seemed like everything was going well.
"Forget it, I'll go study medicine." Fang Rong sighed, untied the scarf from her waist and tossed it to Fang Hua.
He spent a lot of time cooking, about twenty minutes for each dish, so seven dishes took more than two hours.
The midday sun was blazing, and after being steamed by the heat all afternoon, Fang Rong was a bit tired. Coupled with the setback he had suffered, Fang Hua was actually selling better than him, which was illogical!
He wins over loyal customers with his enthusiasm and service, but this guy lets customers do everything themselves, lazily curling up in his chair like an old man, moving slowly, and yet he still buys more than him.
I'm so tired.
Fang Rong left listlessly to seek comfort from the bazaar. Ever since he learned of Fang Hua's ulterior motives, he had become much more cautious in his speech, pointing to things before speaking.
Fortunately, Fang Hua did not completely deceive him; apart from some errors in uncommon words, everything else was correct.
He learned better and better, and occasionally he would use a twig to draw and write on the ground, imitating the bazaar.
Baza was considered a standout female in the tribe, attracting many suitors. Whenever this happened, Fang Rong would take the initiative to drive them away. However, the more he did this, the more suitors he had, forming a long queue. Some even pretended to be patients, at which point Baza would use medicine to teach them a lesson, with Fang Rong as his helper.
Because he understood it, he learned faster and faster, and was able to incorporate some commonly used medicines, such as those for treating colds or mild fevers, into his food.
Similar to the old practice of boiling cola and ginger together to cure a cold.
Fang Rong's first test subject was definitely Fang Hua. He would have Fang Hua pretend to be weak and then massage him. However, the technique that worked on others was useless on Fang Hua. This guy had thick skin, and the weight was no big deal to him.
Of course, he also has other methods. As we all know, the most famous method in traditional Chinese medicine is acupuncture, which is also available here, but it is not commonly used.
It just so happened that Baza knew how to do it, and he even taught him. However, Fang Hua was unlucky and had to endure Baza's Shadowless Hand technique every day.
While eating, Fang Hua was picking up food when he was suddenly struck in the neck with a needle.
(ー△ー；), it hurts so much.
While washing the dishes, Fang Hua was heating water when he was suddenly stared at on the shoulder again.
(ー△ー；), it still hurts so much.
Fang Hua was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly given a needle in the buttock.
(ー△ー；), impossible to guard against.
Fortunately, Fang Rong learned quickly and soon moved on to the next subject: cupping. Cupping has a long history, having been passed down for a very long time, and is as famous as moxibustion.
However, we rarely hear the name "moxibustion" anymore; it's mostly called "cupping" now.
Fang Rong had Fang Hua lie on the bed and wiped his back with a damp cloth first. He was a novice and couldn't get it tight enough the first two times, so Baza told him to wipe it with a damp cloth all the way.
Fang Hua is physically strong and should be able to withstand his antics.
Fang Rong placed the bamboo-made wooden jar over a fire to smoke it until it emitted heat, and then placed it on Fang Hua's back.
Fang Hua's back had smooth skin, but the edges turned red immediately. Because it was made of wood or bamboo, the inside couldn't be seen, so Fang Rong could only rely on her senses and asked Fang Hua, "How is it?"
Are you alright?
"Just say so if it hurts."
"Mmm." Fang Hua lay there obediently. "It doesn't hurt."
Then Fang Rong started on the next one, and the next one, sucking six in a row, arranging them on both sides.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Hua finally turned his head and glanced at it, saying, "It hurts a little."
Fang Rong quickly took it off; the wooden jar was clinging tightly to her skin, and the area underneath was purplish-black.
He remembered that Bazaar had said that purplish-black indicates insufficient blood supply and extreme cold, but that couldn't be the case for him, could it?
He's a multi-powered individual; he can unleash ice powers when it's hot and fire powers when it's cold. Moreover, his blood circulation is a hundred times faster than that of an ordinary person due to his multiple powers, so there's no way he'd have insufficient blood supply. It must have been done for too long.
This guy can withstand more pain than others. He stitched up a big hole in his chest himself, so asking him if it hurts is basically pointless. By the time he feels pain, it's too late; he's already overdone it.
Fang Rong removed the cupping jars one by one. Sure enough, the ones at the bottom were good, a normal bright red, while the ones at the top were getting darker and darker, indicating that they had been used for too long.
"That's enough." Fang Rong patted his butt and tried to pull up his pants.
To be honest, Fang Hua's pose is quite alluring. His long, lean back stretches down like a line, and his pants are pulled down very low, revealing most of his buttocks, which look incredibly bouncy.
Fang Rong couldn't resist patting it again. The super bouncy butt bounced and then quieted down.
Fang Hua also spoke, tilting his head and calmly watching Fang Rong play with his buttocks, neither resisting nor pulling up his pants.
Fang Rong didn't dare to continue because he was so calm. If he accidentally made Fang Hua feel something, this guy would definitely make him unable to get out of bed.
Speaking of which, the chieftain has finally reached an agreement with the tribe and can go to the next tribe. They will probably set off tomorrow, and today is the last day.
The two set up their stall as usual, mainly selling vegetables, with very little wine. Just when Fang Rong had given up hope, a generous man suddenly appeared and said he wanted to buy all the wine.
Fang Rong asked curiously, "Although wine is a good thing, you can't drink too much."
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