When he arrived at the gate of the station again, Wu Mian saw three coachmen untiing the horses with the help of the people at the station, intending to send them to the horse house to rest and eat some food.

After noticing that he and Song Yingyue, Uncle Qiu raised his eyebrows and said, "My husband... Master, Miss, what's wrong with you coming out?"

"I'll get some things." After Wu Mian said with a smile, he walked to his carriage, lifted the curtain and took out a wooden box.

This wooden box is his medicine box, which is prepared for trauma and damage, detoxification and deworming, and even poisons that take human life.

His background is a descendant of a doctor, and a doctor not only can save people, but it is not difficult for a descendant of a doctor who knows pharmacology to get a life-threatening poison.

The people in the inn were mysterious and sneaky, which made Wu Mian unconsciously remember some stories about black shops he had heard when dealing with Jianghuke in Yuezhou.

Although he believed that there would be no major problems with Kong Wenxuan, the insurance industry would never be too much.

Drugs are used in black shops to harm people, and murders are often caused by money. Since he feels that the station is a bit like a black shop, he naturally needs to prepare it. Maybe his medicine can work.

After opening the medicine box, he looked at it and saw that the porcelain bottle containing the medicine was intact and the corks on the bottle were firmly blocked the bottle's mouth to prevent the drug from being lost. Wu Mian nodded slightly, then turned to a female coachman and said, "Sister sister is planning to take the clean quilt on the bed. Aunt Zhang, please help her, otherwise the quilt will be easily dragged to the ground."

After all, Song Yingyue is a princess, and she is still young and needs someone to take care of her, so her coachman is a woman, about forty years old, and she is married to Kong Wenxuan's coachman Lao Zhang. Wu Mian usually calls her Aunt Zhang.

After nodding, Aunt Zhang looked at Song Yingyue and smiled, "Which quilt is the lady going to want?"

“Just be clean.”

"Okay."

Take out a clean quilt from Song Yingyue's carriage, and Aunt Zhang said, "Where does the lady live? I'll clean it up."

"Back Hall." After Song Yingyue replied, she saw that Wu Mian had taken the wooden box and didn't take anything else, so she said, "Come with me."

Walking back to the hall again, Wu Mian felt the bronze mirror shaking slightly when passing by a corner of the corridor again.

After silently recording the location where the bronze mirror was when it was vibrating, Wu Mian looked around and found that the people in the corridor stopped looking at them, but gathered together and whispered something.

It was just because the sound of rain and the people in the corridor lowered their voices, and he could not hear anything.

When he came to the back hall silently, Wu Mian saw two strong men in gray-brown clothes moving the debris in the back hall. The dust stirred up, making the back hall look like it was on fire.

Kong Wenxuan was staying at the door. After seeing them coming, he came over to Aunt Zhang and said, "Manager Luo has asked someone to clean it. You can see how to arrange it to make Yingyue live comfortably. But we just stayed for one night, and it doesn't need to be very good. You can do it."

Aunt Zhang nodded and handed the quilt to Wu Mian: "Young Master, please help me with it first, I will command it and get it."

"Okay." Wu Mian took the quilt.

After Aunt Zhang went in to direct the man in high-end decoration how to clean the back hall and how to place the debris into a compartment, Kong Wenxuan glanced at the wooden box held in Wu Mian and asked, "What is this?"

"medicine chest."

medicine chest?

Kong Wenxuan suddenly realized and smiled and said, "Did you bring them all?"

Wu Mian also smiled and said, "I brought all the things I would use under normal circumstances."

With Aunt Zhang's command, the debris in the back hall were quickly sorted out, and one small, two large and three spaces were separated. After sprinkling water to press the dust and wipe it, she let Wu Mian and the other two enter the back hall.

After Song Yingyue entered the back hall, she walked directly to the smallest compartment. After staying inside for a while, she frowned slightly and said, "Although it still tastes a little, it's not a big deal. I'll stay here tonight."

Her performance made Wu Mian's mouth slightly bent.

It can be seen that Song Yingyue was a little dissatisfied with her living environment, but she still accepted it in a general way and did not bother.

After thinking about it, he opened the medicine box, took out a porcelain bottle and said, "I have some Chen Ai here, and my senior sister can put it under the pillow to remove the smell."

After saying that, he took out another porcelain bottle and handed it to Aunt Zhang: "This is realgar powder, Aunt Zhang should also help sprinkle some. There are many snakes and insects in this weather, and realgar powder can drive away snakes and insects."

"Young Master's preparation is really sufficient." Aunt Zhang smiled and took the porcelain bottle containing Chen Ai, but did not take the porcelain bottle containing realgar powder: "My wife and I have prepared realgar powder, so keep it for now, don't waste it."

After hearing this, Wu Mian put away the porcelain bottle containing realgar powder and smiled and said, "That's good."

At this moment, the big man led two men carrying hanging pots to come over, with a smile on his face that was inconsistent with his big and thick figure: "Zhuangyuanlang, we have cooked some broth. Do you drink some warmth? The rice is already steaming, but I have to wait for a while."

What accompanied his words was the scent of broth.

Wu Mian swallowed unconsciously.

He had been spending his time in the carriage, and all he could eat was dry food, soaked in dry food, and dried meat. Now, he suddenly smelled the aroma of the broth and his stomach started to rumble.

Kong Wenxuan looked at Wu Mian with a chuckle and said, "Thank you for your hard work, let's put it in there, we will eat later."

"Okay!"

The man asked someone to move the hanging pot into the back hall, and after finding something to hold it, he smiled and said, "You guys, please use it slowly. Just call me if you have anything to do. This station is also small, I can hear it if you shout."

After saying that, he left with the person who came over with the hanging pot.

After glanced at the hanging pot, Aunt Zhang walked over, swung her hand freely, and a silver needle fell into the pot.

Seeing her actions like this, Wu Mian, who had the same plan, gave up opening the medicine box, just walked closer to the hanging pot, and took a deep breath.

This is not just smelling how fragrant the broth is, but telling the flavor of the broth, or whether it has the flavor of medicinal ingredients.

However, after carefully identifying it, he did not smell any medicine, but instead made his stomach scream again.

Aunt Zhang also pulled out the silver needle and took a look, nodded and said, "No poison."

After saying that, she shook the silver needle and threw off the broth on the silver needle. When her fingers moved, the traces of the silver needle disappeared.

"I didn't smell anything wrong, either." Wu Mian continued her words.

"Aren't you hungry and smelling the smell of meat?" Song Yingyue blinked.

Wu Mian was speechless and was about to refute, but his stomach started to scream again.

I can't explain it clearly now!

After complaining about his stomach so badly, Wu Mian looked at the tempting piece of meat in the broth and smiled: "There is a lot of meat, and it looks quite fresh. I didn't expect that they could get fresh meat... fresh meat..."

In the endless rain, a station far away from the crowd had fresh meat. Is this normal?

There are no refrigerators in this era. How long can meat last? It will deteriorate in about two or three days, right?

But I didn't smell any strange odor...bacon?

No, the bacon broth does not taste like this, it is the taste of stewed fresh meat!

After thinking about it, Wu Mian grabbed the spoon in the hanging pot, scooped up the meat pieces and looked carefully.

This spoon has no skin, only lean meat... This spoon has only lean meat... It has skin!

Judging from the thickness of the skin, it doesn’t look like pork...beef and mutton are not right, their skin is thick enough. Most animal skins have protective effects. Where can this thickness of skin play a protective effect?

...Little animals like rabbits?

But there is no hair on it. Could it be that there is a chef hidden in this inn that can completely remove the hair? And this piece of skin doesn’t look like a long-haired skin!

Besides, small animals like rabbits do not have such large pieces of lean meat? This amount of meat can only be found in some large animals!

And the color and texture of this leather... it looks familiar!

...

Staring carefully at a small piece of flesh remaining on a piece of meat the size of a thumb, Wu Mian analyzed the source of the meat for a moment while looking, and suddenly a chill suddenly jumped from the tailbone to the back of his head, and his body froze.

Song Yingyue, who was beside him, saw Wu Mian suddenly scooping meat with a spoon. She thought Wu Mian couldn't stand it anymore and planned to eat it like this. She was about to stop him, but she saw Wu Mian scooping up the meat and put it down. After repeated several times, she scooped a piece of meat and looked carefully, looking at the way she wanted to see the flowers. She couldn't help but wonder.

She looked at Aunt Zhang and Kong Wenxuan. She saw that Aunt Zhang and Kong Wenxuan's brows slowly frowned, as if she had discovered something was wrong. Finally, she saw Wu Mian's body stiffen, and she was even more confused.

"Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Wu Mian came to his senses and looked at Song Yingyue. He was about to speak, but the smell of flesh at the end of his nose made his stomach surging, and he lay down to the side and vomited.

He had already recognized what kind of meat in the hanging pot was.

That's human flesh!

Seeing him lying on the ground and vomiting, Song Yingyue unconsciously took a step back and then stepped forward and said, "Master... Um! Um!"

He picked up Song Yingyue and covered Song Yingyue's mouth and nose. Aunt Zhang left the back hall without saying anything.

Kong Wenxuan looked ugly and looked at the duck pot with cold eyes: "It's been thirteen years, I didn't expect to see this scene..."

After saying that, he stared at the hanging pot for a moment. He was about to lift Wu Mian, but he saw that Wu Mian had already stood up by himself, but his face looked extremely ugly.

"Go out and have a breath... Give me the sword, I'll use it."

Wu Mian nodded silently, held his breath and pulled out the chopping iron from his waist and handed it to Kong Wenxuan, and then left the back hall as if he was running away.

Facing the monster, he was able to roughly maintain his calmness, but facing the human flesh made into broth, he found that he could not control his mind, especially since he had been drooling at the fragrance of the broth before!

Running out of the back hall, he opened the medicine box, found a porcelain bottle containing mint powder, opened it, put it in front of his nose and took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!