C23

"Sign what?"

Wu Dong received it and looked at it. On the paper, he saw the words "rules on living together" written on the top of his head.

He continued to read, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

How was this a code? It was clearly an unequal treaty.

He had no human rights.

Three times a week she had to cook, teach her how to cook, and regularly communicate with her medical skills. Other than that, she had to go to the bathroom and close the door. She was not allowed to go near her door, and she was not allowed to be alone at home. Wu Dong raised his head to look at Jiang Xue, only to see her smiling brilliantly.

Wu Dong sighed. It was hard to be a beautiful woman's roommate, but after teasing her a little, she was about to sign an inequality treaty.

He returned the rule to Jiang Xue, "We won't do anything about the disgrace and loss of power."

"That's fine too!"

Jiang Xue seemed to have expected him to say this, "However, in order to pay your rent, you have to cook dinner five times a week, including five meals and five breakfasts. Standard? Breakfast will be done according to today's standards, and we'll discuss it over dinner. "

"I am a genius doctor! You let me be your cook. "

Wu Dong slammed his hand on the table.

"Eight!"

Jiang Xue extended her finger and gestured.

"Five!"

"Six!"

"Five!"

"Good!" "Deal!"

Without waiting for Wu Dong to react, Jiang Xue struck his hand.

Wait, he seemed to have been tricked!

Wu Dong immediately woke up, but it was already too late, and he had already left the room.

Seeing that it was already too late, Wu Dong regretted his decision too late.

His attack was disadvantageous!

After suffering such a setback early in the morning, Wu Dong went out dispiritedly.

He took the money to the Electric City to buy two mobile phones, one to contact a beauty and one to work as a doctor.

After he was done with his card, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was the number given to him by the old man.

He said that he would contact him if there was an emergency.

He didn't expect that he would be able to use this number within a few days.

However, he also had a question. The old man was the most old-fashioned. Let alone his phone, he didn't even have a phone number.

What did he mean by giving himself a cell phone number?

Wu Dong dialed a number, and the person who answered was a rough voice: "Who is it?"

Did he make a mistake?

Wu Dong said out the old man's name.

The man acknowledged, "Wait for the news!"

Wu Dong didn't know that although the old man didn't have a phone, he had his own information network.

The rough guy was the owner of the market. He told the news of Wu Dong's phone call to the person selling cabbages, and when the person selling cabbages came to the village to collect them, he told the second fool at the entrance of the village, and the second fool went home to tell his mother.

His mother went to the old man's thatched hut on the mountain.

The old man was on the mountain picking herbs, and the second fool had to wait for him to come back.

She only said one sentence: "Old Gramps, Wu Dong called."

The old man nodded, "Yes, how can I help him?"

The second fool fucking told the second fool, the second fool told the cabbage seller, who then notified the market owner.

The owner called Wu Dong: "Old man, what do you want to know?"

This sentence delayed Wu Dong for two hours and he almost vomited blood.

Wu Dong couldn't explain the situation too clearly.

The boss repeated the process again. After three hours, he gave Wu Dong a call. "The old man said he didn't know."

If Wu Dong wasn't leaning on a telegraph pole, he would have fallen to the ground.

He was acutely aware that he should not have made this call.

His plan to get information from the old man failed, so Wu Dong decided to personally go to the back mountain outside the new port city to take a look.

He immediately stopped a car by the side of the road and ran towards the back of the mountain.

The driver could not help but become suspicious when he saw him go alone to the back of the mountain as a youngster.

Wu Dong didn't care that much. He knew that there was a treasure in the back mountain, if he didn't take action, he would be like an ant on a hot pan – restless.

The driver was stunned. This kid!

There was a way!

He nodded. "Little guys are like spies. Do you want me to help?"

Wu Dong waved his hand and went into the back of the mountain without looking back.

The hills were rolling up and down. Although it was not a famous mountain, it was still tiring to get up.

Wu Dong could only remember that there was a pine tree with a strange shape on Taoist Qing Yi's ancient painting.

But when he looked up, there were hundreds and thousands of pine and cypress here, where could he find them?

He first climbed up the mountainside and took a look around. As expected, it was not the location of the ancient paintings.

He was gasping for breath when he found himself walking in front of a white-haired old man with a basket on his back.

The old man turned his head, looking at Wu Dong who was panting like a pug, he laughed, "Young lad, your body isn't good at all!"

"Uncle, I don't know if my head was crushed by the door or not, but I immediately ran over to climb the mountain."

He wiped away his sweat and said, "Give it to Saliva to drink!"

The old man threw over an aluminum military kettle.

Wu Dong received it, raised his head and gulped down half a bottle in one breath.

Only then did he feel that he had recovered seventy to eighty percent of his vitality.

The water in the kettle was refreshing and sweet. Even the mineral water that was being carried by air didn't taste as good as this.

He gave the old man a thumbs up. "Uncle, this water is so sweet."

"The water in the mountain is the spiritual energy in the mountain. How can it not be sweet?"

The old man laughed.

Wu Dong's heart skipped a beat. The old man was right, Feng Shui was the spirit vein underground.

The place with such good water was probably the place he was looking for.

He hurriedly approached the old man. When the old man heard that he was going to take a look at the mountain spring, he couldn't help but wonder, "This old man, I still need to gather medicinal herbs today …"

Wu Dong agreed on the spot, "Like this, Sir, I won't let you lead the way for nothing, I'll help you gather the herbs today."

The old man had an expression of disbelief. "Young man, not everyone can gather medicinal herbs like this."

This is the red. Undisguised contempt.

How many years had Wu Dong been living in the village with his family's old man?

He took a glance at the old man's basket and said, "These Bupleurans of yours are pretty good! However, the bletilla was still a bit tender and had a poor hemostatic effect, unless … The juice was used to remove scars! There were also several types of medicine, all of which could help to reduce inflammation and remove blood stasis. These medicines were used to replenish Qi and blood, but men couldn't bear such a medicine. Oh, there's a girl in your house who's hurt. Your granddaughter! "

This time, it was the old man's turn to raise his thumb. "Amazing. The old man misjudged you."

Today, the old geezer had pretty much finished harvesting the medicine, and was preparing to sell the rest of it at the foot of the mountain.

The old man enthusiastically said, "Let's not rush to gather the herbs. We'll bring you to the spring to have a look. Little Brother must have a meal at this old man's house today."

Wu Dong laughed and followed the old man towards the mountain spring.

This mountain spring was very hidden and the path was very winding.

Wu Dong perspired all over as he looked at the old man's calm and steady hands, which made it seem as if he was walking on flat land.

After walking for half an hour, they finally arrived at the spring.