Song Jinxiu was depressed. How to explain this?
It seems like this is a good lie, right? Don't lead people into the ditch.
Song Jinxiu was stared at by two pairs of eager eyes. She felt very pressured but had to try her best to explain alcohol, iodine, and hydrogen peroxide. Fungi, bacteria, pathogens.
Although she tried her best to explain it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, the Li family still only understood half of what she said.
The head of the village and Song Chunsheng were even more confused and had no idea what was going on.
Old Li asked in confusion: "Miss Song, we really know nothing about what you said. May I ask where did you get so much knowledge from? Do you have a famous teacher to teach you?"
Song Jinxiu said quickly: "Yes, I once went up the mountain to collect grass for pigs and saved an old lady. She said she got along well with me and taught me a lot of things."
"Then can you help introduce me? I want to visit this hermit master." Old Li asked eagerly.
This kid is being too general. It would be great if I could ask an expert for advice in person.
Song Jinxiu shook her head, "The old lady said that she only traveled outside the valley and returned a long time ago."
"Oh, out of the valley? Out of the Ghost Valley?" Old Li suddenly became excited.
Song Jinxiu explained, could it be that Guiguzi is also known here?
Knowing the Medical Saint Ma Fei San, of course, he also knew Guiguzi. Song Jinxiu thought of something and nodded and asked, "What time are we in now? Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing? Tang? Song? Yuan? Or Ming?"
Anyway, they hate the Qing Dynasty because they hate the Qing Dynasty's long braids.
"Little Sister, are you still asleep? We are now in Lunshan County, Kunzhou, our country. What is Tang Songxuan Mingqing? Who is Tang Songxuan?"
Song Jinxiu suddenly fell silent.
She felt that before her consciousness recovered, she could speak again. The more she said, the more mistakes she made. She just hoped she wouldn't be put on a pile to exorcise evil spirits. ”
"Oh, I do have a headache." Song Jinxiu held her forehead with her hand.
Old Li was very excited and quickly scolded his grandson, "What little aunt? I am Miss Song's master. If Miss Song is the successor of Guigu Yu, your grandfather must respectfully call her little aunt."
Song Jinxiu: What the hell is Guigu Yu doing? Guiguzi’s wife?
Forget it, just stop talking. She looked at her brother for help, but found that he was looking at her inquiringly.
Song Jinxiu was startled and said quickly, "Brother, she gave us that bowl. She taught me a lot, but I'm stupid and I'm very good at learning, so I only know a little bit about a lot of things."
So that's how it is, Chunsheng suddenly realized.
Song Chunsheng no longer had any doubts, because he had seen the silver bowl with his own eyes, how could it be fake?
No wonder the eldest sister could take out such exquisite silver tableware. It turned out that she met the legendary hermit master of Guigu.
Because there were still patients in the clinic, the old Li and his grandson went back overnight, saying before leaving:
"Miss Song, today I really listen to your words, which is better than reading ten books. I will find another opportunity to discuss medicine with Miss Song. If Miss Song is lucky enough to meet Senior Guiguyu again, please introduce her to me."
Song Jinxiu scratched her head. "I'm afraid the chances are slim. When the old lady passed away, she said that our fate has ended and we should both be well."
It's nothing that can give Mr. Li hope. Why should a respected boss worry about it?
After seeing off the grandparents, Song Jinxiu suddenly said mysteriously to the head of the village and her brother:
"Second Grandpa, Brother, I have thought of a good way to make money."
Distilled alcohol.
"We can make alcohol and sell it to clinics. We will definitely make money."
"Is this alcohol pure wine? Did the master teach you how to make wine?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Anyway, I've learned a lot of different things."
녦놊놆mix?
I have been in a training camp for people with special abilities since I was a child, and all the masters, brothers and sisters in the camp are also people with special abilities.
She was young, with golden pupils and natural body abilities, so her master, brothers and sisters knew what to teach her, so they taught her everything.
I have studied Buddhism, practiced Taoism, and even became an atheist for a few days following my senior brother who studied medicine.
I was even locked up in a cave by a senior sister for a while to learn the art of mechanical engineering.
Later, everyone realized that she was a useless piece of wood, so they just let her go.
In the headman's house, the living room and lobby were brightly lit.
Song Jinxiu and the village head, Song Chunsheng, were talking about how to distill alcohol.
The village head was very excited, "Oh my god, can this wine really be brewed?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Second Grandpa, distilled alcohol, the production method of liquor and alcohol is the same. One is solid fermentation and the other is liquid fermentation."
The village head said quickly: "Then tell me how to make wine first."
Song Jinxiu had no choice but to tell him the method of brewing wine.
"Second Grandpa, I also listened to what grandma said. You can't blame me."
"Oh my, that's weird, you can actually make wine? Hahaha..."
Song Jinxiu looked at the excited headman and asked, "Can we continue talking?" Is it only good to start brewing? Haven’t we talked about alcohol purification yet?
The reality is that the head of the village heard this and decided to get two bags of sorghum to steam for wine.
Song Jinxiu looked at her brother and said, "Brother, do you still want to make alcohol?"
Song Chunsheng smiled and said, "Go ahead, you've already promised Old Li. We have to keep our word, right?"
The next day, Song Jinxiu was woken up by her younger sister.
Today is an auspicious day for raising the beam of a new house.
The village chief asked someone to calculate that this time of beam raising can avoid the evil spirits such as Tai Sui. It is close to noon, when the Yang energy is strong and the Yin energy is gone, which is the auspicious time.
When raising the beam, as the owner of the house, Song Chunsheng must be present.
But Song Chunsheng was not very mobile, and the yard was made of both bricks and wood, so Yu asked his eldest sister Song Jinxiu to go in, while he stood outside the yard and watched.
Today, the only clan leader who has never shown up is Li Zhengye's biological father, the centenarian of Songjia Village, the current clan leader who is seventy years old and living in semi-seclusion. Also here.
The old patriarch, wearing new clothes and supported by the head of the village, walked to the center of the yard and stood there. Then he waved away the headman's hand.
He glanced at Song Jinxiu and frowned, "Where's Chunsheng? Why let a little girl come to preside over such a big event as raising the beam?"
Song Jinxiu was speechless.
Girl, girl, what's wrong with girl? Without the girl, who would have earned the money to build this house?
Song Chunsheng heard the clan leader's words from outside, and hurriedly said loudly: "Grandpa, my legs are not so comfortable, let Jinxiu preside over it.
The old patriarch turned his head and looked at Chunsheng, who was leaning on crutches, with his bent legs covered with a layer of white plaster.
He looked at Qiu Sheng again and beckoned, "Then you come."
Song Qiu Sheng quickly took two steps back and shouted, "I'm going to go. My brother said that my eldest sister will be the head of the family from now on. Today, my eldest sister has to come to offer sacrifices at the ceremony of raising the beam.
Only then did the old patriarch formally look at Song Jinxiu.
"Are you sure you want to be the head of the family?"
Song Jinxiu looked at him with a half-smile, "Grandpa, do you think it's okay?"
The old patriarch looked at her and heard from his son that this girl saved someone and earned a huge amount of foreign wealth.
This house was bought with the extra money this girl got.
Looking at this girl again, although she seemed to be smiling and was too respectful to him, her eyes were very shrewd.
Do you have any opinion about yourself?
The old patriarch was a very experienced man and he saw through Song Jinxiu's thoughts at once.
He narrowed his eyes, which were exactly the same as those of the clan leader, and said sternly with anger:
"The head of the family, 녦놊 can be partial."
Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows, "Grandfather agrees now?"
Huh? It didn't scare her. How dare you even glance at him? You're such a guts.
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