People rely on the aid money to live in the courtyard

Chapter 284
Two days later.

early morning.

After Yi Chuanzong had breakfast at home, he came to the yard. He tied up the thin white marble slabs he had brought, and stacked them together with two wooden boxes on the back seat of the bicycle.

Today he made an appointment with Jing Yi for 'treatment'.

The day before yesterday, after he told Zong Lie and others about the treatment method, Jing Yi wrote back after thinking about it for less than a day, which was exactly the kind of human engineering he mentioned.

The first two are digging meat and using poison, which is really scary. It sounds unreliable and too troublesome.

Jing Yi was in a hurry to be transferred to another post. It doesn't matter if he suffers a little bit of pain, as long as he can see through it, he doesn't want to look good.

Now that it has entered June, the weather will become very hot in July and August.

It's not too late.

Yi Chuanzong pondered for a while, so he set the time for today.

"Uncle Chuanzong, where are you going with these stones?"

Hearing a slightly immature voice behind him, Yi Chuanzong knew it was a stick.

He ate with the uncle, and the time was a little later, because he ate a little longer because he didn't have to go to work, but Qin Huairu's family had dinner quite early, and this kid didn't even sleep in.

He turned his head with a smile and said, "Uncle is going to go outside to see a doctor. These stones are tools for seeing a doctor."

Stick blinked his eyes in confusion, and repeated in his mouth: "Tools for medical treatment? How can stones be used for medical treatment?" An image of a broken boulder on his chest appeared in his mind.

Yi Chuanzong tied the last rope tightly, then stood up with a smile, and put his big hand directly on the little watermelon's head, "Today's Children's Day, which happens to be Saturday, how are you going to play?"

Some of the sticks are not very happy. It is too painful to meet Saturday and Sunday during the holidays!
Could have had an extra day off!
He replied a little depressed: "I am going to go fishing with my classmates, but my mother won't let me go."

Yi Chuanzong smiled and said, "It's right that your mother won't let you go. The water in Houhai is very deep, and there's a lot of mud around it. It's too dangerous to play there."

Stick said in a muffled voice: "Understood, you also said the same, Uncle Chuanzong."

Yi Chuanzong reached out and rubbed the stick's little head vigorously, then took out a dollar from his arms, and said, "Here, take my sister to buy some snacks on Children's Day, and I'm in the alley with your friends Look at the old man playing with the spinning top, or else you can make two willow whistles, play football and do some exercise, why do you have to go to the river?"

Stick was very moved when he saw the one dollar in front of him, but his little face was a little embarrassed, and he muttered, "Uncle Chuanzong, you gave me such a big money." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at his home. the door.

In the room, Qin Huairu turned around and looked sideways, so that he didn't dare to ask for sticks.

Yi Chuanzong smiled slightly, he usually gave a dime or two, but now he didn't dare to ask for a dime, for such a big kid knew that there was a lot of money.

"This is Uncle Chuanzong sponsoring you in advance. Buy me something when you grow up. Go buy some popsicles to share with your classmates, and buy some candy for your sister. Take it quickly. Don't let your grandma see it, or else you will be alone." Points gone."

Stick moved his body slightly, and when he was blocking the view of the house, he took it timidly, and whispered in his mouth: "Uncle Chuanzong, I will definitely pay you back in the future."

Yi Chuanzong laughed, and gently pushed forward, "Okay, let's go play, uncle has business to do, it's not good to be late."

"Okay, Uncle Chuanzong."

Xiao BangGong replied, and ran home in a hurry, there was no way, Qin Huairu was staring at him, and probably had to deduct his pocket money again, and he wouldn't let him spend it recklessly if he had money.He just wanted to go out to play, and he had to go home with his sister, and he had to pass this level no matter what.

Yi Chuanzong turned around and yelled at the uncle's house, "I'm leaving, don't run around at home."

"I'm not a child! Really!"

Lou Xiaoe's dissatisfied voice came from the room.

Yi Chuanzong smiled slightly. It was true that he was not a child, but he was stupid, regardless of size. He pushed his bicycle towards the outside, and left Nanluoguxiang with greetings all the way.

Following the flow of people going to work in the morning, in less than 10 minutes, Yi Chuanzong came to Tongrentang Pharmacy in Dashilan, Qianmen.

From a distance, he saw five young men standing at the door of the pharmacy.

Zong Lie, Jing Yi, Peng Ruiqing, Shao Yihong, and even Wen Tao came here in military uniforms. All five of them were well-dressed, and there was a row of bicycles parked beside them. They were in their prime.

Yi Chuanzong came to the front with a smile and stopped his bicycle, yelling, "Hey, there are so many people, why, I heard that I will use a knife and a hammer, what am I going to do to people?"

Peng Ruiqing smiled and replied: "What you said the night before yesterday was so scary, why don't we take a closer look?"

Yi Chuanzong shook his head and smiled, then turned to look at Wen Tao, "Have you brought the anesthetic?"

It is not that there is no method of anesthesia in traditional Chinese medicine. There was Mafeisan in the second era of AD. Local anesthesia does not need to be so troublesome. The medicine is only used for convenience and will not affect the later treatment.

Now there are fewer anesthetics, and it is easiest to go through the process from the military area.

Wen Tao's face was a bit solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "Do you really want to use the knife? It sounds like a bluff."

Yi Chuanzong laughed, and said: "It's not as scary as you think, it's as simple as cutting your hand with a kitchen knife. The reason why you want to go to my master is to control the pattern behind it more precisely."

Jing Yi's face twitched, it was a slap in the face!

"If there is no picture, let's go over quickly."

The main reason is that he was a little panicked when he heard it, and he stabbed his face for no reason, that is, he believed that Yi Chuanzong would not lie to him, and if he would not agree with others, he might as well just leave him alone.

"Okay, let's go."

Yi Chuanzong greeted them, then turned the bicycle head and waited for them to get on the bicycle.

Everyone pulled their cars over one after another, and Peng Ruiqing asked curiously: "Chuanzong, what are you doing with these stones? Are you pressing the car?"

Yi Chuanzong smiled mysteriously: "Come with me, you will know when you get there."

Peng Ruiqing and the others followed with curiosity in their hearts.

In a small courtyard in the South China Sea, Yi Chuanzong parked his bicycle at the door, untied a stack of thin stone slabs measuring [-] by [-] centimeters from the back seat of the bicycle, and then beckoned everyone to walk into the yard.

Peng Ruiqing and others looked at the fence in front of them, and looked into the small courtyard curiously. At this time, the small courtyard was full of colorful flowers, and flowers were arranged in a patchwork pattern. The alternation of patterns and colors made people look inexplicable. Comfortable.

Yi Chuanzong pushed the door and walked into the yard. The gate was very simple, it was just two yellow rectangular wooden boards, the bottom was about [-] centimeters from the ground, and the top reached Yi Chuanzong's chest.

"Master, I'm here."

With a yell, Yi Chuanzong walked forward carelessly, and when he was about to reach the door, Huang Jingyi staggered over and opened the door.

At this time, the 86-year-old Chinese doctor became thinner and his eyes became cloudy.

But he greeted with a smile on his face, "I brought my friends over."

Zong Lie and the others also hurriedly shouted: "Old Mister."

Huang Jingyi nodded to Jing Yi and the others behind him, his eyes paused slightly on Jing Yi.

Yi Chuanzong smiled and stepped forward to support his master. As soon as he got closer, he smelled a 'smell of old age'.He looked at the wrinkles on Master's face like a dead tree, and the somewhat messy white hair, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

As a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, Huang Jingyi will not even take good care of his own body. He also pays great attention to his diet. The aging smell that only occurs with slow metabolism in the past is not so heavy.

On weekdays, Huang Jingyi is usually clean and tidy. He is very tidy from head to toe every day. His white hair and beard are also neat and tidy, but now they are a little messy.

The courtyard is so beautiful and the weather is so comfortable, but Huang Jingyi hides in the room alone, unable to take care of his own image.

"Master, why don't you go live with me? It just so happens that there is another house over there. You haven't seen my yard yet. Now I've planted flowers in it, which is no worse than yours here."

Huang Jingyi nodded with a smile, "Let's talk about it later, let me take a look at this patient first." Turning his head to look at Jing Yi silently.

Yi Chuanzong glanced at Jing Yi helplessly, he said, to see a doctor, one should look at one's fate first, since the disease is cured, but life is hard to find.

"Master, why don't we go into the house?"

Zong Lie and the others were not in a hurry either. They had not only listened to Yi Chuanzong complain about Huang Jingyi's treatment process.

Huang Jingyi looked at it for a while, then turned slightly around Zong Lieren's face, and finally his eyes fell on Yi Chuanzong, his complexion suddenly changed.

"Haha, okay, see a doctor first."

Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes helplessly, his life was over, so the only thing left is to see a doctor?

A group of people walked into the room, Huang Jingyi and Jing Yi sat at the table, and the others stood around.

"Have you chosen that pattern?" Huang Jingyi asked softly.

Yi Chuanzong grinned, then lifted the slate in his hand, and said, "We just met today, I'm not thinking about letting him choose one."

Huang Jingyi nodded slightly.

Under the confused eyes of everyone, Yi Chuanzong untied the rope tied to the slate, and then took out a slate and handed it over.

Jing Yi took it inexplicably, and the next second his face was shocked. It was none other than himself carved on the stone slab, but the scar on his face had turned into a 'long sword' stabbing down obliquely.

Yi Chuanzong smiled brightly, he passed this first, naturally because this is the coolest!
"It took me some time to prepare these for you, you all help him as a staff member!"

After Yi Chuanzong finished speaking, one of them handed out a slate.

"The pattern in Zong Lie's hand is wheat ears. This is very similar to the scar on his face. You are more familiar with what it represents than I am. A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, um... a little showy on his face!"

Zong Lie looked at the slate in his hand with weird eyes, not to mention, it is quite beautiful, but with this pattern on his face, are you sure he won't be beaten to death by Uncle Jing?

"The one in Yihong's hand is a long spear. The painting of this one can be turned upside down so that the tip of the spear faces upwards, but it looks too strong that way."

Shao Yihong looked at the stone slab in his hand, his face was very exciting, such a lifelike carving was really amazing, a long spear facing down seemed to have grown on this man's face, it was natural.

At this time, there are four words in his heart, the skills are the same!
As expected of the hands of an eighth-level fitter, the carving skills are also so superb!
As expected of you!

"The one in Ruiqing's hand is a hidden dragon. Well, it's not too showy. The dragon tattoo on his face is a bit too rampant. I just think it should be very handsome. Let everyone appreciate it!"

Peng Ruiqing raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the stone carving in his hand. It looked good, but it was full of an inexplicable aura, but it seemed a little unserious?Is this an illusion?

"The one in Wen Tao's hand is a knife mark! It was originally a fragment of a grenade, the same as a flying knife. But it is a restrained knife mark. After all, the wound needs to heal. This is the most natural transformation. Not even too much complicated retouching..."

Before Yi Chuanzong finished speaking, Wen Tao spoke up.

"Pick this one. I think it's good."

Jing Yi raised his head slightly, then looked at Wen Tao.

For a moment, speechlessness was better than words.

Jing Yi didn't look at the stone sculpture over there, and spat out a word heavily, "Okay!"

Yi Chuanzong shrugged slightly, the scars were indeed difficult to heal, but there was no direct enmity between the brothers, and no one wanted to do that kind of thing.

Obviously, the relationship between the two of them has improved a lot, and they have already reconciled, but neither of them is willing to bow their heads first.

Nowadays, among these designs, the one in Wen Tao's hands is the most reliable and natural.

The rest are gifts for everyone.

The one in Jing Yi's hands is considered the most handsome!He was very handsome!

This in Zong Lie's hands is a kind of comfort. In fact, among the three soldiers, Zong Lie's personality is the most suitable for the army.

Shao Yihong's skill is considered a show, and it is also the one that Yi Chuanzong made with the most care and the longest time.

The dragon in Peng Ruiqing's hand is naturally majestic and domineering, which coincides with the meaning of not being angry and arrogant. He feels that Ruiqing is a little too honest, and only anger and power are enough for a man.

"Master, please take a look at his face, and discuss how to use the knife later."

Huang Jingyi questioned and diagnosed Jing Yi, and then explained to Yi Chuanzong how to cut each part.

Wen Tao left halfway. He was in the army and his time for leave was limited.

At the most exciting moment, Yi Chuanzong looked at the two wooden boxes very excitedly. One of the wooden boxes contained stone carving tools. Originally, he thought that if he was not satisfied, he would carve another one according to his opinion, but he didn't expect it to be useless. .

He excitedly opened another wooden box, and suddenly the room was shimmering with silver lights, and a strangely shaped, slender, or generous prop appeared in everyone's sight.

No need to ask, everyone knows that Yi Chuanzong stole steel from the public house!
Jing Yi secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "Is it really no problem to use these things?"

Yi Chuanzong smiled triumphantly, picked up a slender silver long knife and said to himself: "There is absolutely no problem, I made all these props myself! Each one is five micron precision, and the blades we usually use are all the same after being sharpened. One hundred microns, twenty times the difference! Much thinner than a strand of hair!"

"This is made of titanium alloy! Its sharpness can be said to be blown hair off, and it must be stress-free when cutting meat. The one I tried to cut pork before, stabbed the thick meat skin straight to the end, then How silky smooth it is, and now that knife has been snatched away by brother Zhuzi! In fact, this kind of knife can only be used for a long time if I use it, and others do not have my skill! It is easy to curl the blade."

It's okay not to say it, but Jing Yi was even more frightened when he said it, and even Shao Yihong shivered suddenly.

(End of this chapter)