Farming repair, pleasure repair, food repair, travel repair, house repair.

Li Banfeng had never heard of these terms.

Now he needs to make a choice.

Monkey Qiu put Li Banfeng down and let him lie half-ly against the tree: "He can't move now. Give him a bowl of soul-reviving soup first."

"Give?" The salesman shook his head, "There is no reason why I should give it for free."

Monkey Qiu touched the inner pocket of his suit: "I'll give you the soup money. I didn't bring much cash today, so I owe it first."

The salesman took out a casserole from the lower level of the wooden cabinet, mixed some herbs with water, put on a charcoal fire and started to make soup.

"Houhou Qiu, what does this kid have to do with you? Are you so nice to him?" The salesman took a fan and fanned the charcoal fire slowly.

"He gave me food." Monkey Qiu simply replied.

The salesman asked again: "Who will pay for the medicine powder to get started?"

Monkey Qiu said: "When I leave, he can choose any Taoist door."

After saying that, Monkey Qiu took out a left hand from his pocket, a half-eaten left hand.

It turned out to be him!

Li Banfeng suddenly realized that this man named Hou Qiu was the one who begged him for food on the train.

At that time, the man's voice was so low that Li Banfeng could not distinguish the timbre.

Li Banfeng gave him two boxes of instant noodles. Unexpectedly, this man actually saved Li Banfeng's life for this.

"Is there any medicine? Help me connect the hand." Hou Qiu handed his left hand to the salesman.

After looking at the condition of the left hand, the salesman didn't want to worry about it: "Isn't that miracle doctor from Yaowanggou familiar with you? Ask him to take it over. He has great skills."

Hou Qiu originally planned to find the miracle doctor to take over, but now that he met the salesman, he didn't want to owe the miracle doctor any more favors.

It's not that easy to repay the favor, but the salesman's price is reasonable.

Monkey Qiu said with a smile: "Now that we're here, let's find a partner."

"Your hands are like this, and you still have to come to me!" The salesman complained while rummaging around in the cabinet for plaster: "How much plaster do you need to use? Next time, tell your wife, just chew some meat and cheat your stomach. Don't

I also ate the tendons..."

Li Banfeng lay half under the tree and watched the salesman take out some plasters.

Monkey Qiu took out his left hand from his trouser pocket for the first time.

To be precise, he didn't have a left hand. He only had a bare left wrist in his trouser pocket.

"Align it yourself first!" The salesman put the plaster on the fire to bake, while Hou Qiu held his left hand in his right hand and aligned the fracture on the broken wrist.

After the plaster was baked, the salesman came forward and wrapped several plasters on the broken part of the wrist. He wrapped it in several layers, as if the hand was glued to the wrist with tape.

Sticky?

Will this work?

Although Li Banfeng experienced many incredible scenes along the way, dealing with a severed hand in this way was still too childish in his opinion.

If you want to stick your hands on it, you have to at least put some saliva on it!

This also makes Li Banfeng worried about his condition. He can now breathe four or five times a minute, and his heart can beat more than 20 times.

Wait, Monkey Qiu's little finger seems to have moved.

Am I being blinded?

Didn't see the flowers.

Not only the little finger, but all five of Monkey Qiu's fingers, including a ring finger with only bones left, were moving slightly.

Really well done!

"It's just connected, don't move in a hurry!" the salesman warned, and brought some powdered medicine, applied it on Houqiu Qiu's left hand, and then wrapped his left hand tightly with gauze.

"You can't get wet for ten days, and you can't remove the plaster for a month. When we meet next month, remember to bring money, and let's settle the account!"

Monkey Qiu nodded upon hearing this, got into the rickshaw, and left.

He's gone!

What should I do?

Li Banfeng looked at the salesman anxiously.

The salesman looked at the heat, picked up a rag, put it on his hand, took the casserole off the charcoal fire, and poured the soup into the bowl.

"Little brother, it's time to take the medicine." The salesman took out a funnel and stuffed it into Li Banfeng's mouth. He held the funnel with one hand and poured the medicine in with the other hand.

Warmth surged in Li Banfeng's stomach. Li Banfeng felt his eyelids were heavy and fell asleep soon after.

An hour later, Li Banfeng opened his eyes and his body could move.

The salesman was busy doing business, and a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old was buying medicinal powder.

The young man was about 1.7 meters tall and weighed about 170. His face was as round as his figure.

He squinted his small eyes and made his choice solemnly.

"Shi Xiu! I chose!"

"Okay!" The salesman waved his hand, opened a drawer on the upper level of the container, scooped out a small spoonful of medicinal powder with a unique little wooden spoon, placed it on a piece of brown paper, wrapped it, and handed it to the little fat man.

Xiaopang took 60,000 Huan Guo notes to the salesman, opened the powder and was about to put it into his mouth, when the salesman shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Xiaopang glared: "What are you doing! I gave you the money! Do you still want to sit on the ground and raise the price?"

The salesman looked at the little fat guy but didn't respond.

Behind the fat man stood a well-dressed man, who was also here to buy medicinal powder. He smiled at the fat man and said, "You really don't understand anything. This salesman is here to save you!"

The man was in his twenties, wearing a top hat, a suit, a vest over his shirt, and a tie. He was handsome and handsome. He was followed by five entourages and a coachman. His identity was unusual at first glance.

Xiaopang turned around and said: "I paid you, why don't you let me take medicine?"

The man looked at the little fat man with contempt: "Can this medicine be eaten? This is a guidance medicine prepared by generations of sages with countless efforts. The medicine is extremely powerful. If you just take it like this, you will suffer from intestinal rupture and stomach rupture?"

"

The salesman packed up the container and said, "This medicine is for smearing on the body, not for eating."

Xiaopang was stunned, took the medicine bag and asked: "Where should I apply it?"

The salesman said: "As long as it touches the skin and flesh, you can apply it anywhere, it's up to you."

The well-dressed man behind him warned: "Choose a place with thick flesh. This medicine is very painful.

I once saw a sister who put medicine on the balls of a fat peach. Her peach was more than a foot thick, but it was so painful that she couldn't walk!"

"I'm not afraid of pain!" The little fat guy lifted up his clothes, revealing his snow-white belly, and said to the salesman, "If you put this on, you'll be a first-level food cultivator!"

The salesman shook his head: "You misunderstood again. This medicinal powder can only help you get started, but cannot take you to the next level."

Xiaopang said angrily: "Isn't this a lie? Such an expensive medicine can't even be obtained on the first floor?"

The salesman closed the drawer and didn't want to explain.

The rich man behind him became impatient: "If you don't understand anything, find someone who understands and ask, don't embarrass yourself here!

This is an introductory medicine powder. How can it be so easy to get to the next level? If you want to reach the first level, you have to pass it!"

Xiaopang looked puzzled: "What test did you pass?"

The rich man couldn't remember clearly: "Food cultivation, it seems that you need to eat more..."

The salesman said: "You have to go to the first floor to cultivate food. You have to eat twenty kilograms of food at a time."

"Twenty kilograms..." Xiaopang was a little nervous, "How long does it take to eat at one time? Does eating it count as one time per day?"

The salesman shook his head: "What are you thinking about? It's just one hour at a time, and it won't count after an hour."

Upon hearing this, the little fat man was in trouble. How could he eat twenty kilograms of food in one hour?

Seeing that the little fat man didn't say anything for a long time, the salesman waved his hand, and the 60,000 yuan appeared in the salesman's hand again.

"If you regret it now, before it's too late, I'll refund the money to you."

The little fat man gritted his teeth and patted the powder on his belly.

When the medicinal powder touched the skin, it disappeared quickly. Xiaopang's face turned blue, he staggered to the foot of the tree and sat next to Li Banfeng.

"It hurts, it really hurts!"

"How much does it hurt?" Li Banfeng asked curiously.

"It hurts more than burning. I can't bear it anymore. I can't bear it anymore!" The flesh on the little fat face was trembling with pain.

The rich man looked at the painful little fat man with a complicated expression on his face.

"Anyway, this is going to hurt, so come on!" The rich man came to the salesman and said, "I want Huan Xiu's medicinal powder."

The salesman looked at the rich man and asked, "You don't look like you are short of money. Why do you want to take the path of Huanxiu?"
To be continued...