Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

After Xue Ping'er finished telling the whole story, Song Pan'er smiled and took her hand.

"Sister, I have medicine. If you need any medicine, just tell me."

When Xue Ping'er heard this, her eyes lit up.

She had originally planned to wait until she reached the next city to see if she could go into the city and buy some medicine from the clinic, but she didn't expect to have an unexpected surprise at this moment.

Now that they were about to face danger, this was no time for pretentiousness. Xue Ping'er took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from her basket and quickly wrote a prescription and handed it to Song Pan'er. "Time is urgent, so I can only make this 'Drunk Wind Powder' for now."

Song Pan'er nodded and patted her chest, "Leave it to me!"

She stood up and climbed onto the cart, rummaging through the bundle of medicine bags, but her consciousness had actually already entered the pharmacy. She grabbed a handful of the medicine she needed from the Chinese medicine cabinet according to the prescription.

The process was a bit tortuous, mainly because I had to look for them one by one, and finally I found them all.

When I came out, I also took the tools for processing Chinese medicine.

After handing the things to Xue Ping'er and watching her walk aside to prepare the medicine, Song Pan'er wiped the sweat from her forehead.

It seems that she needs to take some time to memorize the names and locations of the medicines labeled on the Chinese medicine cabinet.

Remembering something, she quickly stepped over and reminded him, "Sister, these herbs are not wild herbs. They are grown by farmers and sold to pharmacies. Their medicinal properties may not be as good as those of wild herbs. You need to be careful when dispensing them."

Xue Ping'er smiled and said "Okay."

As soon as she got the medicine, she found that the medicinal properties of the medicine were not enough, so she added some extra dosage when dispensing it.

Xue Ping'er didn't have enough strength to grind the herbs into powder. Uncle Du Wu used to do this for her. She looked around and turned her gaze to Lin Chengxiu, "Uncle Lin, please help me grind the herbs."

Lin Chengxiu was speechless. He was really only 23 years old! Did he really look that old?

Not only did Song Pan'er call Lin Uncle, but the Zhenzhu sisters and Xue Ping'er also called him that, and Lin Chengxiu's defense was instantly broken.

But as a man of integrity, he didn't want to dwell on the issue of a name.

Just call him Uncle Lin. I can tolerate not calling him Uncle Lin.

He took the medicine grinder in silence, gritted his teeth, and ground all the medicine into powder.

After the powder was ground, Xue Ping'er cut the paper and carefully rolled the powder into cigarettes. When needed, she just had to light it and the smoke would make people drunk.

After rolling about 20 pieces in total, the medicine powder was used up. Song Pan'er still felt unsafe, so she took advantage of the cover of a cart and took out some Chinese medicine from the pharmacy again.

"Sister Ping'er, let's make more while we have time. We will be walking for such a long time. It will be convenient and save trouble for everyone to take a few with us." She hugged Xue Ping'er's arm and acted coquettishly, as if she would lie on the ground and roll around if Xue Ping'er disagreed.

Xue Ping'er had thought that there were only so many medicines before, but now that Song Pan'er had taken out the medicine, it was exactly what she wanted. She really wanted to make more so that everyone could use it for self-defense.

So, Lin Chengxiu took over the job of grinding the medicine again, and Song Pan'er followed Xue Ping'er to roll the medicine.

Qian Jinfeng and Song Dahe came back from sharpening the knives nearby. Seeing the three of them busying around, they came over and asked.

Upon learning that Xue Ping'er had prepared a drug, Song Dahe asked excitedly, "Is it like what's written in the storybook, that when you blow smoke over someone, they'll immediately fall to the ground?"

Xue Ping'er burst out laughing and explained to him in detail, "Uncle, it's not that exaggerated. This smoke takes half a cup of tea to take effect."