Xu Si did not get off work, so the only people who were having dinner at home were Song Jian and Xia Lin.

The cooker was a fifty-year-old mother. Xu Si and Song Jian called her Aunt Li.

Some time ago, Aunt Li went home to serve her daughter-in-law who was in confinement. Now she has returned. Every day at noon and in the evening, Aunt Li would buy good vegetables, then come to Xu Si's home, prepare meals for Xu Si, Song Jian and others, and then wash the previous used tableware.

After cooking, washing the tableware, cleaning the kitchen, Aunt Li will leave. This has become a rule.

At the dinner table, Song Jian and Xia Lin sat at each other.

Song Jian thought for a while, and said with a shameless face, "Charleen, do you want to learn kung fu?"

Xia Lin was depressed because of Song Jian's refusal. At this moment, when she heard Song Jian say this, Xia Lin immediately became excited, waved her fist, and said, "Uncle, I knew you would not want me cruelly."

Song Jian rolled his eyes and ignored Xia Lin's teasing words. He coughed and said, "Since you want to learn kung fu, you must be sincere first! You know."

Charlene lit her little head hard.

"Well, in order to show your sincerity, you have to show some sincerity." Song Jian continued with a thick face.

"Hmm?" Xia Lin looked at Song Jian, "What a god, uncle?"

Song Jian lowered his voice and said, "That's right. In ancient times, when learning kung fu, one had to become a disciple. If one had to become a disciple, one had to be a disciple. Of course, in our relationship, it would be fine if one kowtowed and bowed down or those precious gifts for apprenticeship. However, in learning kung fu, one still needs basic etiquette."

"Uncle, what are you going to say?" The more you listened, the more you became confused.

Song Jian sighed and said, "Because you are so stupid, I will just say it. You can be a teacher, but you have to pay me 10,000 yuan in tuition."

"Um?"

Xia Lin stared at Song Jian with big eyes.

Song Jian was a little embarrassed by Xia Lin's look. He said embarrassedly: "You know, I'm the only one. It's better than any Tai Chi you know."

When Xia Lin saw Song Jian’s embarrassing appearance, she couldn’t help but giggle.

Song Jiandao: "If you want to learn, pay the money, and if you don't learn, you will lose it."

Charlene said: "Isn't it just a tuition fee of 10,000 yuan? Wait, I'll hang up the phone to tell him about my apprenticeship. When I learned dance, I paid more than 100,000 yuan, and my dad didn't frown either."

Song Jiandao: "Let your dad hurry up."

There is no way, Song Jian really needs money very, very urgently.

Xia Lin gave Song Jian a blank look and went upstairs to call. Three minutes later, Xia Lin ran down and said, "It's done, let's go and withdraw the money."

After the two of them had dinner, Song Jian took Xia Lin to the Agricultural Bank and withdrew the money.

With ten thousand yuan in cash in hand, Song Jian felt much more at ease. He sent Xia Lin home and drove towards Tongrentang.

At this moment, in Tongren Hall, Zhou Wen opened his eyes like a donkey's eyes, staring at a fat middle-aged man in front of him.

"Xiao Zhou, aren't you kidding? Those five old ginseng are actually fake?" Zhou Wen looked disbelieved.

The fat middle-aged man opposite, Xiao Zhou, is named Zhou Yumin. Although Zhou Yumin and Zhou Wenyi are both surnamed Zhou, they have no relatives.

"Uncle Zhou, this ginseng is indeed fake. The liar's kung fu is really great. You see, the appearance of this ginseng is exactly the same as the ones recorded in the book, and it is not bad at all. More importantly, these hateful scammers also applied artificially extracted ginseng saponins on the surface of ginseng. In this way, even if we use chemical methods to test the content of ginseng saponins, it is impossible to find out." Zhou Yumin explained with a wry smile, "To be honest, Uncle Zhou, at the beginning, our museum staff also looked away and agreed that it was true. Later, to be on the safe side, we performed a slice inspection of one of the ginseng saponins and observed it under a microscope. Only then did we know that ginseng was forged by purple radish. In addition to a layer of ginseng saponins applied on the surface, there were purple radish inside, without a tiny ginseng saponins."

Zhou Wenyi was completely stunned when he heard Zhou Yumin say this.

Zhou Wenyi was once the deputy director of the Gusu Food and Drug Administration. Zhou Yumin later joined the Gusu Food and Drug Administration. Because their surname is Zhou, Zhou Wenyi took great care of Zhou Yumin. In addition, Zhou Yumin had some background, so not long after Zhou Wenyi retired, Zhou Yumin became promoted all the way. Now he is in his forties and is already the director of the Gusu Food and Drug Administration.

The relationship between the two is very good, so Zhou Wenyi believes in Zhou Yumin's words.

"Oh!" Zhou Wenyi shook his head, sighed, and said, "I didn't expect that the eagle that has been dealing with Chinese medicine for half a lifetime and playing with it for the rest of my life is still pecked by the eagle."

"Haha," Zhou Yumin smiled on his chubby face and said, "Don't mind, Uncle Zhou, the fraudster's level of fraud is too high. If it weren't for the use of modern technical means, no one could tell from the appearance alone."

Zhou Wenyi shook his head slightly and said, "Oh, it would be fine if I couldn't see it, but a few days ago, when I was buying these five ginseng ginseng, a young man in his twenties reminded me that this ginseng might be fake. At that time, I had already done ginseng saponin content, so I firmly believe that this ginseng is real. Alas, young people today are really terrifying."

Zhou Wenyi was a little excited and continued, "Xiao Zhou, I won't take the things to participate in the exhibition of the 'Legend Chinese Medicine Exhibition' you held. At that time, I will just be a spectator."

After hearing Zhou Wenyi's words, Zhou Yumin thought and said, "Uncle Zhou, is there a young man who knows Chinese medicine?"

At this time, Zhou Ting, who had been busy behind, suddenly came over and said in a soft voice: "Yes, Uncle Yumin, that person understands very well. Oh, he can brag. He grabbed a dose of medicine from us and said that the prescription can not only quit drugs, but also treat neuromuscular atrophy, polio, hemiplegia caused by cerebral thrombosis, haha, and he also explained it to me like an old pedan. It really looks like that."

There is obviously a lot of sarcasm in Zhou Ting's tone this time.

Zhou Wenyi reached out and patted Zhou Ting's little forehead next time and said, "Go to work quickly and don't join in here. That young man has real skills. Do you think he is telling lies."

Zhou Ting stuck out her tongue at her grandfather. Just as she was about to leave, Zhou Yumin grabbed Zhou Ting and said, "Tingting, you said, that kid has a secret recipe, a secret recipe that can treat the sequelae of cerebral infarction."

Zhou Ting looked at Zhou Yumin and smiled and said, "Uncle Yumin, you won't believe that person's words, right?"

"Take me a look." Zhou Yumin became anxious, "Do you still remember the prescription?"

Zhou Ting nodded, "That prescription is very big, but I should be able to memorize it."

"Hurry, show it to me." Zhou Yumin urged.

Zhou Yumin knew Zhou Wenyi's ability. Since Zhou Wenyi praised that boy, maybe that boy really has some real skills. And more importantly, Zhou Yumin's father suffered from cerebral infarction not long ago. Although he was rescued in the hospital, there was no danger, but he left behind a sequelae of hemiplegia and was unable to walk smoothly.

Even the top Western hospitals have no choice but to find the sequelae of this partiality, so Zhou Yumin has been looking for secret recipes for traditional Chinese medicine, hoping to reduce some pain to his father.

Now that Zhou Yumin heard such a secret recipe, how could Zhou Ting still bear it? He immediately asked Zhou Ting to write it down.

Zhou Wen, who was beside him, frowned slightly and said nothing.

Zhou Yumin is a typical Chinese and Western medicine practitioner, and he knows both Chinese and Western medicine. He looked at the prescription in his hand and was silent for a long time. Then he sighed and said, "It seems that I am too skilled and can't understand it. But since it is used for bathing, it doesn't hurt the body. Tingting, please help me with a pair, and I'll try it for the old man."

Zhou Ting smiled and said, "Uncle, this recipe costs 7,000 yuan."

"If you ask you to go, go, afraid that I won't give you money?" Zhou Yumin cursed with a smile. Of course, Zhou Yumin's own salary is not high, but his wife is an entrepreneur. In the entire Jiangnan Province, there are famous medicine bags, so this amount of money is really not in Zhou Yumin's eyes.

A drug package is actually a kind of drug agent. If some new drugs from foreign pharmaceutical companies or state-owned enterprises outside Jiangnan Province want to enter the market for circulation in Jiangnan Province, they must go through the National Medicine channel, that is, they must go through official review. A drug package is someone with a wide range of relationships. They can help you sell these drugs to various hospitals in Jiangnan Province, and they can also help you sell a lot. They will get a certain commission.

Zhou Yumin’s wife Jiang Ling is the largest medicine bag in Jiangnan Province.

Zhou Wen came over and said, "Xiao Zhou, this prescription..."

Zhou Yumin smiled slightly with a fat face and said, "Uncle Zhou, this prescription still makes some sense, although I don't understand it very much."

Zhou Wenyi shook his head and said, "I'm not talking about the efficacy of the prescription, I mean that this prescription was brought by that young man, and it is very likely that it was a secret recipe passed down from his family."

Zhou Yumin nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhou, I know what you mean, don't worry, no matter how effective this prescription is, I will not tell others. We are in this industry, can I still not understand the intellectual property rights? Don't worry, Uncle Zhou."

After hearing what Zhou Yumin said, Zhou Wenyi felt relieved. Not long after, Zhou Ting walked out with a bag of medicine powder and handed it over to Zhou Yumin.

Zhou Yumin paid the money happily and then left in a hurry. He couldn't wait to want his father to get better. Although he didn't have much hope, this was at least an opportunity.

Zhou Wenyi took a look at him and lost 10,000 yuan. He was a little depressed at this time.

With a "squeak", the door of the store was pushed open again. Zhou Wen turned around and looked, "Huh? It's you!"

Song Jian was stunned and said, "Why, uncle, don't you want to sell me medicine?"

Zhou Wenyi laughed and said, "No, no, I just talked about you just now. Why, are you here to catch the last medicine again?"

Song Jian shook his head, took out a remedy from his pocket, and said, "Uncle, look at the medicines on this prescription, can you find all the medicines?"

Zhou Ting behind the counter could no longer listen, and pouted and muttered: "It's so shameless. Why do you call my grandfather 'uncle'?"
Chapter completed!