The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

what did she say?
Say it again - pay him a bottle of knife tip?

Are you teasing him?
He had worked hard, diligently, and struggled for ten years to get such a bottle of knife point. She was so funny that she opened her eyes and said she would pay him a bottle!
There is only one bottle in this world, and the next one will have to wait for another ten years of reincarnation!

Even if she had a ruthless nose and could smell the tip of a knife, she would have been unselfish and unyielding during those ten years!
Does heaven spare geniuses?

Stop making trouble, old Ning'er also claims to be a genius in pharmaceuticals, but why doesn't the sky show mercy to him? He has to waste ten years before he can clear the clouds and see the moon and stars.

Besides, it’s not the same knife tip!

Forget it, he still has to wait for another ten years of vicissitudes. At that time, he will surely learn a lesson and gain wisdom. He will immediately take the freshly baked knife tip and sell it at a good price on the black market, so that he can feed his grandchildren and live happily ever after!

"Thank you Master, but no matter how good the medicine on the side is, it can't be compared to the tip of the knife I have spent these ten years on."

"Oh, you don't want it?" Qian Lanlan sneered.

"Thank you, Master, for your kindness. I still think that the tip of my sword in the past ten years is the best." Old Ning'er bowed and smiled.

"Oh, old man, you don't want to shut yourself up for another ten years, do you?" Qian Lanlan said with a chuckle, "After ten years, I'm really afraid that your old bones will be vulnerable!"

What words can you say that can make old Ning'er so angry that she will die in the west right now!

Lao Ning'er dared not speak out in anger, but hid several swords in her eyes in frustration, and the words she spoke were all weak.

"My old bones are very strong. Ten years of bitterness is nothing. Good medicine takes a long time."

"Good medicine takes a long time." Qian Lanlan rolled these words on the tip of his tongue, as if he was savoring some motto.

Is this really an irrefutable truth?
I have been practicing medicine for decades and have dealt with countless miraculous medicines. Which one is not made in time?Old Ning'er has not broken this iron law, and he firmly believes in the principles he has learned through practice.

But Qian Lanlan had never practiced this kind of fallacy, so he didn't believe a word of it. She said with a smile:

"Good medicine takes a long time."

Throwing out each word one by one, she couldn't hide the sharpness in her eyes - the civilization process of this era is too slow and backward! !

Are all pharmaceutical people so stubborn?
Is it time for her to help this era, and progress should be put on the agenda in this era.

"Old man, I think you'd better not waste your time."

Old Ning'er:? ? ?

"One stick of incense is more than enough time for this kind of thing." Qian Lanlan said leisurely, his tone full of contempt.

A stick of incense?

ten years?

Woman, where does your contempt come from?

Woman, don't you say nothing and keep dying without surprising me?
Lao Ning'er's heart was churning. How could decades of experience be overturned by a young girl?
impossible!
The old guy won't shed tears until he sees the coffin, so Qian is too lazy to talk to him.

Male lard, rosin, musk, yellow wax, camphor... Qian Lanlan climbed up the ladder and searched among the vast medicinal smells based on the memory of the ingredients in the bottle's tip.

Old Ning'er was extremely shocked. He designed this seven-star chest of drawers himself, and the categories of medicines were all arranged according to his preferences.

They are neither arranged according to the site of application, nor according to prescription requirements, nor according to the properties and taste of the drugs.

In short, there is no pattern to be found!
Even his stupid disciple spent three to five years getting familiar with it without even developing muscle memory. He, the master, had to go into battle and personally direct the medicine.

She just smelled it with her nose, did she remember it?

Let her do it for the first time! !

The old man was right, Qian Shanlan did remember it.

She had already labeled the irregularly discharged drugs into different categories in her mind, one for each drug.

It was like opening a library in her mind and lining up all the medicines. She knew where the medicines were!
It’s easy to find it!
At this moment, the little medicine boy was holding the porcelain bottle, looking at the drawer where Qian Lanlan had grabbed the medicine, and desperately thinking about the names of the medicines that should be marked on the unmarked labels on those drawers.

His brain is limited and he can't remember it!

Retarded and short, he is such a loser!

Qian Lanlan is particularly handsome once she gets serious. Her eyebrows are wrinkled and her face is tense, giving her a knife-like shape. Her whole person looks sharp.

The corners of the eyes are pointed, the tip of the nose is also pointed, and the corners of the mouth are also pointed.

She has sharp eyes, picking out stems, leaves and roots; she has a keen sense of smell, picking out debris and rotten grass; her mouth is even more picky, and if the taste cannot satisfy the taste her tongue wants, she will eat it without mercy!
The steps are cumbersome, but her movements are brisk.

To be honest, she has no experience. To be honest, this little drug boy is more experienced than her in choosing medicine.

However, she knew what she wanted in the end, and she would get what she wanted in the process. This was not inconsistent with experience.

She only thought that she was carving a piece of ingenious art, but she was not a skilled craftsman, she was just a young boy who liked to try new things.

Lao Ning'er actually didn't like Qian Lanlan, a concubine, from the bottom of her heart. Her tone was arrogant and arrogant, as if she was born with it.

Because he is a humble and obedient dog, this temperament is also innate.

Dislike or dislike is probably a rejection of others.

However, Lao Ning'er looked at Qian Lanlan with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. Serious people will always be lovable.

This slight appreciation made Lao Ning'er resentful. He was just a young boy, but he became more and more skillful in selecting medicines. Every move he made was an old trick.

Bad money is terrible.

Old Ning'er could tell that she was in a hurry when she first started, and clearly didn't understand anything, but now she handled it in an orderly manner.

Smell, smell, taste, be extremely serious!
Who is the scariest?
People who don't understand anything and slowly learn to be smart are the most terrifying. Her progress is obviously rising in visibility.

What the master saw, the disciple was not blind.

The little drug boy also looked at it. He felt extremely inferior in his heart. He obviously worked very hard, the kind of hard work that touched him, but it was not as good as that of a fledgling girl.

After studying hard to no avail, he wanted to change his master, he thought to himself.

If you don't teach well, it's the fault of the teacher. Find a new teacher and find a new path.

Besides, this old man has no good ethics as a teacher, so he just hides and tucks the tip of the knife. When he is dying, he still hides and tucks the tip of the knife and other miraculous medicines.

I bother!

I really saw through him! !

This little master is different, he is generous and open-minded, does not shy away from anything, and is not afraid of others learning from him.

Although the master's methods of doing things are not bad, can she really be inferior to the master's ten years of work?

Her tone was so loud that the little drug boy almost believed it, but after thinking about it carefully, it was still impossible to be unbeatable.After all... time is no joke!

Lao Ning'er's bottle of knife tip started ten years ago.

The master could smell the medicine inside, and the little medicine boy was really smitten with it, and even hurt himself, a mentally retarded imbecile, because of it.

He was ashamed to be able to identify the name of a medicine by its smell.

However, the tip of the bottle was the fire that he personally watched. The fire in the boiler burned for ten years, and he guarded the fire outside the boiler for ten years.

His face was a piece of bacon - he was born with fair skin, but after ten years of baking, he turned dark and greasy.

Three feet of ice does not last a day; a dark face takes ten years.

After thinking about it clearly, for a moment, the little drug boy also hissed at Qian's rotten cannon.

When it comes to looking down on people, master and disciple are equally willing to give in. How can anyone deny his ten years of dedication?
Next, Qian Lanlan's operation...the two masters and apprentices...were simply speechless!
She actually...

Mix that bag of li seed sand, which is not fertile enough to make soil, into the grass powder she carefully ground!

This is a waste of medicinal materials!
Obviously, this girl was just messing around, her technique was too high-standard, and she looked like she was a veteran in pharmaceuticals.

If it weren't for this saucy operation, even an experienced pharmaceutical veteran like Lao Ning'er would have been fooled by her!
Lao Ning'er probably laughed in her heart: I'm not good at it, but I'm pretty awesome!
The little drug boy was depressed. How could he make such a stupid mistake? Even he, a mentally retarded person, knew that Lizisha was useless.

Isn't she more mentally retarded than him?
No way?
This girl looks so cool, why is she acting so coquettishly?

This is just part of the sexy operation, well, below, below...the master and the apprentice are speechless...

That washbasin, which Lao Ning'er would sometimes use to soak her feet, she actually used to fill it with medicine.

Damn it, no one else can do this!

She didn't know that the basin was used to soak her feet occasionally, so she could tell it was a washbasin, right?

Does she think there is no difference between washing feet and washing face, treating them equally? ?

However, the little medicine boy knew that the master must think that washing feet and washing face are the same thing, otherwise how could it be possible... Every day before going to bed, after soaking his feet, he would also take a cup of water and wash his face.

The little medicine boy was a little hesitant to tell Qian Lanlan about the bad things about this pot, or about the master's special hobby.

Master, I’d better not give it up!

What's a washbasin?
Qian Lanlan made a fire down there, disinfecting it with high temperature!Without this bit of common sense, the ancients lived such a failure!
What kind of bacteria, burn, burn, burn, kill, kill, kill!

As soon as the fire started, the reaction in the pot, no, the washbasin started.

In fact, this lizi sand is really useless for making medicine. It is just a few pebbles. There is neither more nor less before and after the reaction, that is to say, it does not participate in the reaction.

So it's its fault for being disliked by others!However, take a closer look: neither more nor less.

This is the original quote from "A Collection of Strange Flowers and Strange Herbs". Qian Lanlan takes a bold guess. Isn't this the same as a modern catalyst?

Later article: The medicine can be used quickly, in just a moment.

Well, this is a proper catalyst that cannot escape!Let's just say, don't underestimate Li Zisha, she just doesn't show off her power when others treat her coldly.

Fortunately, she met a guy with such a good vision and gave Lizisha a chance to step onto the stage of history!

In the future, this Li Zi Sha will definitely make a lot of money - hehe, Qian Lanlan is already thinking about how to use this Li Zi Sha to cash out.

She thinks so far and has deep intentions!
And that old Ning'er was still stupid and couldn't tell whether this thing was a treasure or a waste, which made him blind!
It makes people faint with its brilliance.

Qian Lanlan couldn't help but feel sorry for the little drug boy. A good young man was stuck in the old Ning'er...

Feeding people all shit, no wonder they don’t grow taller, and their IQ doesn’t seem to be that good either, eating shit makes them stupid.

Taught others a bad lesson! ! !
However, looking at the silly look on the little medicine boy's face, he seems to have no idea how many rows of relics his master has fed him in the past ten years!

Hmm, it's really pitiful, suffering deeply but being ignorant.

Fire is burning and molecules are moving.

There was a wave of strong medicine in the air, and this overbearing energy was even worse than the tip of a ten-year-old knife?

Lao Ning'er frowned and looked at Qian Lanlang with disbelief, her eyes like torches, as if she wanted to poke a hole in Qian Lanlang's body.

why?
How can it be?

Surprise!
He has lived ten years and wasted ten years. He didn't know that there is such a wonderful method in this world!

--acceleration time.

Ten years are vulnerable to the effort of a stick of incense!

What did this concubine do?
Old Ning'er's eyes turned to the basin with burning eyes, burning the basin like fire!
A strange thought popped up in his mind: All this is thanks to him!What a shame the basin came from under his feet!

A basin has three uses: washing face, washing feet, and filling medicine. Old Ning'er couldn't help but suspect that this basin has a lot of mystery!

Is this really the case?
The little medicine boy didn't think so, this Li Zisha was the key.From the very beginning, even before entering the house, the master had his eyes on Lizisha and held her in his arms like a treasure.

This master really has a sharp eye like a torch, but this master is blind and even says that this thing is useless!
I really don’t know whether he has received earnest teachings or actual misguidance over the years!

The question of whether the master-disciple relationship is still necessary is open to debate. What is certain is that he is already wavering.

...it took about as long as one stick of incense was touched.

The overbearing and fierce smell of the tip of the knife has been thrown to the outside, the medicine is done!

It seems like ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Is this washbasin really so amazing?
Lao Ning'er didn't want to admit that her ten years of hard work could not compare to a footbath that accompanies her day and night!
What a shame! ! !
However, the sharp smell of the knife tip is exactly what the girl said. It is not exactly the same knife tip. The one she made is thousands of times better than the one he made, and the medicinal properties are thousands of times more powerful.

No need to test the medicine, Old Ning'er knew that he could have saved ten years of struggle.

There is no better pharmaceutical device in the world than this footbath!
The little medicine boy had already lit the scale candle while Qian Lanlan was lighting the fire. At this time, the next scale had been burned.

"Master, it's time to burn an incense stick," he reminded.

Qian Lanlan, who had been napping on the counter, suddenly opened his eyes. Are you here?
"Very accurate, no more, no less, just a stick of incense, marked on the candle." The little medicine boy said to Qian Lanlan with a confused look.

Tick ​​candle?
Well, there was such a timer in ancient times!

Something bad happened when I thought about it...

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