Chapter 73

"What the hell is this?"

Jing Xian took it, opened it, and immediately closed the box and put it back into Ma Shufen's hand.

Ma Shufen said nothing and refused to respond: "What are you doing?"

"Sister-in-law, this thing is too expensive. I can't take it." Although it was cut into slices as thin as paper, Jing Xian recognized it as deer antler at a glance.

Deer antler is very expensive.

And now there is no way to get this thing.

"I won't give it to you for free." Ma Shufen is actually a very straightforward woman. "You guys blister that pig's head every day. If you have time, can you blister one for me? I wanted to ask you for help before, but I'm embarrassed!"

"Then I can't accept it either. Sister-in-law, you can buy pig heads and I'll give you some, but I can't take this." Jing Xian said she didn't want anything, so Ma Shufen had to say, "Then can you make another skirt for our girl? Just make the same skirt that the little girl from the art troupe wore when she came here?"

The weather is hot.

Everyone changed out of their cotton-padded clothes and put on light clothes.

Many people wore vests and trousers with a jacket on the outside.

Song Ning appeared that day wearing a cream-white long dress, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the family area.

We live next to each other, so there are no secrets.

Ma Shufen knew that Jingxian had cloth at home, and she also knew that the skirt was made by Jingxian for Song Ning.

She knew she was embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do. Her daughter was getting older and she knew how to be vain. When she saw a beautiful dress, she wanted one too.

Ma Shufen had to humble herself to come to Jingxian's house with the things in her hand.

"I can give you the money." Ma Shufen put the cloth coupons and money on the table, her face full of embarrassment.

"Sister-in-law, I'm opening this door for you today, and someone will come to see me tomorrow. I don't run a tailor shop, nor do I sell food. Private business is not allowed now. If the news of these things you gave me gets out, it will kill people." Jing Xian didn't ask for deer antlers or money, and just sent the person away.

Ma Shufen also knew that she had not done this well.

When she got home, the light in her daughter's eyes went out.

Ma Shufen put the things back in the cupboard and looked at her daughter sitting in the yard, working silently. She felt sorry for her daughter. She was the second child and had an older brother. The clothes she wore since she was a child were all her brother's leftovers.

If a girl grew up wearing her brother's clothes and never even wore a skirt, no one would believe it if she told others about it.

But that's the reality.

If you want to blame someone, blame her for being an incompetent mother.

next door.

Shang Nanchen noticed that Jing Xian looked unhappy, so he walked over and asked, "What did she say when she came over?"

"She wanted me to help her cut a pig's head, and she also wanted me to make a skirt for her daughter. She also gave me money and cloth coupons. If this matter gets out, I'll be finished." Jing Xian was not so stingy as to ruin Shang Nanchen's future for a few dollars.

Shang Nanchen thought it was no big deal: "It's just helping out neighbors, it's okay."

"What if someone came to me and asked me to help make a skirt and gave me money and tickets, should I refuse or not?" Jing Xian would never underestimate a woman's love of beauty.

At the end of the world, there was a woman who wore white shoes and a white skirt every day. When Jing Xian saw her for the first time, she couldn't believe that she would see such a person in the end of the world.

"You're right." Shang Nanchen also felt that Jing Xian's idea was right, "The door can't be opened."

She refused, but she actually made a skirt for Ma Shufen's daughter in private. But it was only a half-length skirt. The half-length skirt was a retro horse-faced skirt, and the little girl could just match it with other clothes.

Before she ate, she handed the skirt to Ma Shufen. Ma Shufen, who always had a smiling face, suddenly started crying.

"You must take this back." Ma Shufen insisted on getting Jingxian to take the velvet antler back. "I can't do anything with this except soaking it in wine. It will be more useful in your hands. And thank you!"

"No need, sister-in-law, just don't say it was my doing." Jing Xian didn't take the deer antler and left.

Ma Shufen caught up with her and stuffed the box into her hands: "I was wrong today. You are generous of me for not being angry with me. You also made a skirt for our girl. If you don't accept the things, I can't keep the skirt."

Seeing that Ma Shufen was about to cry, Jingxian had no choice but to accept the things.

When he got home, Shang Nanchen was sitting in the yard, weaving baskets with reed branches.

"Has it been delivered?"

Jing Xian nodded: "This was given to me by my sister-in-law next door. She insisted that I accept it. This thing is not cheap at all. The key is that you can't buy it even if you have money. Do you think I should return it?"

"Why go back? If she wants to give it to you, she must have something to ask of you. Didn't you say that this thing is not good? If it is not good, just keep it for yourself." Shang Nanchen could see that Ma Shufen's gift touched Jing Xian's heart.

What a pharmacist values ​​most is the medicinal materials.

The medicinal materials that Ma Shufen sent were still excellent.

Moreover, Jing Xian is a person who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

“But this thing is very expensive.”

Shang Nanchen came over, opened the box and saw the pieces of antlers on it, and said, "It's not much money, keep it."

"Isn't it expensive?"

Jingxian only knew that deer antlers were expensive, but she didn't know much about it.

Shang Nanchen suddenly felt that she was quite easy to deceive.

"I only gave you this little thing and you were frightened. Why didn't I realize you were so gullible before? This thing is not expensive, and your skirt is just enough."

"Isn't it expensive?"

"It's expensive, but it's just this little. It's not expensive."

Jing Xian understood what he meant and realized that she still had not seen much and her horizons were not broad enough.

She has never experienced the normal world and doesn't know what normal prices are like.

It's just that when I was little, people told me that Northeast China has three treasures: ginseng, mink fur, and deer antlers. I subconsciously thought that these things must be very expensive.

So when Ma Shufen took out this thing, she recognized it at first sight and her first feeling was that it was very expensive and she couldn't accept it.

Secondly, I saw the other party's sincerity.

Shang Nanchen looked at her depressed expression and pinched her face amusingly.

The first feeling when touching it is that it feels really good.

It feels completely different from him.

"What's there to be depressed about?"

Jing Xian covered her face: "I haven't seen it yet!"

"Sister-in-law also thinks this thing is expensive." These words comforted Jing Xian.

It's not that she is ignorant.

It's because everyone is ignorant.

She glared at Shang Nanchen resentfully, the person in front of her was not included.

"Have you made the ointment? Many people asked me for it." Shang Nanchen was very good at changing the subject, but Jing Xian still noticed it.

"I didn't make the plaster, but I made something else."

A few days ago, Jing Xian went to the back mountain with the children and collected a lot of things. After working on it for several days at home, she finally made a bottle of yellow medicine with a pungent smell.

When Shang Nanchen saw her carrying out a bottle with a cork in it, he knew that she had made it herself.

"What the hell is this?"

"For example, if you have shoulder pain, back pain, leg pain, or wrist pain, just apply some and it will work. It's more effective than plasters, but it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. It's still very effective if you want to temporarily relieve the pain. However, if you apply it and massage for a while, it will also work."

Jing Xian noticed that Shang Nanchen was staring at the bottle in her hand with a complicated expression, and she was silent for a moment.

"This bottle is a soda bottle. The color looks a bit like it, but it's not. I just couldn't find a suitable bottle, so I used this one."

Jingxian's recipe is not an ordinary one.

This is a recipe for the end of the world.

People in the apocalypse kill zombies, mutated plants and zombie animals, and always get hurt in battle.

Psychics are very powerful and have strong recovery abilities, but they can still get hurt. Healers are very rare, and ordinary psychics are not even seen.

An old Chinese medicine doctor developed a formula.

For injuries like bruises, just spray it on.

It took Jingxian a long time to find the relevant plants and cultivate them.

It took several more days to make this bottle.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back." Jing Xian was about to go in with the things in her hand, but Shang Nanchen reached out and grabbed her, taking the bottle over.

Jing Xian turned around in surprise and saw Shang Nanchen pulling out the cork, pouring some on his legs, and then groping around.

The pungent smell is not too unbearable.

Shang Nanchen only felt a burning sensation where the lotion was applied, and it became warm after a while. The painful part of his leg stopped hurting in less than a minute.

It's amazing!

His eyes lit up: "This is a good thing!"

Jing Xian said cautiously: "The production process is very complicated, and it requires a lot of herbs."

She mentioned many kinds of medicinal herbs in one breath.

"The most important thing is that I made this thing just for myself."

Shang Nanchen looked at her alert eyes and rubbed her head amusedly: "What do you think I want to do?"

"Don't you know what you are doing? How dare you ask me?" Jing Xian turned and walked into the house, and Shang Nanchen followed her in.

"I think about preparing more good things, because I'm not the only one who can use them."

He is a group leader.

His heart is filled with his soldiers.

Jing Xian turned around, hugged his waist, and leaned her face against his arms: "Shang Nanchen, this thing requires a lot of medicinal herbs. If you can prepare a lot of medicinal herbs for me, I can help you make more."

"Not yet."

Jing Xian was surprised by his refusal: "Why?"

"You'll understand after a while."

"Mysterious, he likes to talk but doesn't say anything."

She didn't really want to know.

Jing Xian snorted and turned to go into the house, "Dinner is ready, you can eat now."

I just went to deliver a skirt to Ma Shufen, and Jingxian hadn't put the sewing machine back yet, so she put it back together.

As soon as she turned around, Shang Nanchen lifted her up and pressed her down on the kang. He pressed her down and kissed her: "Don't eat yet."

His eyes darkened, and he held her hands tighter and tighter, then he bent down and kissed her.

Jing Xian was so dizzy from his kiss that she turned around and finally got a chance to speak after a while: "Shang Nanchen, don't think you can change the subject like this. I tell you, you'd better be honest about what happened to your leg."

"Let's talk about it after we finish our business."

Shang Nanchen's deep voice was very serious, as if the matter he was talking about was a very serious matter.

Jingxian didn't expect him to be so shameless.

She pushed him with her hand, but he grabbed her wrist, lifted it above his head, and kissed her again.

"My legs are fine."

He said this, but Jing Xian didn't believe it.

Jing Xian put her other hand on his leg, wanting to use her supernatural power to take a look, but was afraid of being noticed by him.

Suddenly, she grabbed his restless hand and said, "Draw the curtains! What if someone stands at the door and sees us?"