Siheyuan: Eastern Qigong Master

"Do you still want to buy these weasels?" Ning Xiaoming wanted to go home and didn't want to pay attention to the other party.

"Can you sell these furs to me? The price is negotiable. How about five dollars for a weasel fur?" The middle-aged man stared at the weasel and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"I want to eat the meat, I won't sell it." Ning Xiaoming's stomach was rumbling at the moment, so he would not sell it no matter how much money he paid.

"I only want the fur, nothing else. I can also return the civet meat to you. How about it?" The middle-aged man looked reluctant and looked at the weasel as if he saw a treasure.

"Deal!" The middle-aged man was stunned by Ning Xiaoming's abnormal behavior!

Then the middle-aged man brought over the skinned civet cat.

Use a special knife to quickly peel off the skin of a dozen weasels.

Twelve weasels, got sixty bucks.

The neighbor next door is the fur king and a big capitalist.

If it weren't for these furs, I wouldn't have come forward to purchase them and do it myself.

It is clear that these furs can be made into fur coats worth thousands of gold and the profit will be huge. The problem is that Ning Xiaoming does not know how to process it, so the money is destined to be earned by others.

The method given for making fur is also preliminary processing, preserving the fur, and then selling it to the processing factory.

When the middle-aged man gave the money, he also gave Ning Xiaoming some medicine for making fur.

When peeling shrimps, you need to add medicine to preserve the skin so that it will not become stiff and keep it as soft as possible. This is the best quality of the skin.

The second thing to look at is the hair. The hair should be brightly colored and fine, and preferably fluffy.

"Uncle! I'll roast all the prey in a while. Would you like to have a few drinks?" Ning Xiaoming said with a smile on his face.

Since they are neighbors, they know each other well and the other party will definitely not cheat a younger generation.

"Okay! I have glutinous rice wine at home, it's very sweet."

The Fur King quickly brought a jar of wine, which contained ten kilograms.

The three men slaughtered the prey.

Civet cats are used for barbecue and weasel meat is braised.

The fur king talked endlessly about how to prepare these wild game to make them delicious.

I also brought spices from home.

Soon the civet cat turned golden yellow and the fragrance filled the air.

"The inside is not fully cooked yet. The best thing is to cut the fully cooked part and eat it while roasting it and drinking wine. Haha! This is the best way to enjoy ginseng."

The Fur King said this as he cut the roasted meat.

Ning Xiaoming saw the Fur King use the knife very flexibly and quickly.

When I saw him peeling skin before, I felt that his knife skills were pretty good. Now, when I saw him cutting cooked meat, I realized that it would be impossible to do that without decades of hard practice.

"Uncle, do you know martial arts?" Ning Xiaoming asked casually?

The Fur King said with a smile.

"When I was young, I traveled all over the country. Without some self-defense skills, I would have been slaughtered by others long ago."

"My man also knows martial arts." Qin Huairu walked out of the kitchen.

Since the weasel was not braised well, Qin Huairu had to go into the kitchen frequently to check on it.

"Little brother, do you know martial arts?" The Fur King showed a look of horror?

After all, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like Ning Xiaoming knows martial arts.

His hands are whiter and more tender than girls'.

Hands like these have never done any work, let alone practice martial arts.

If your skin is loose, it means you haven’t practiced cultivation.

No matter whether it is external or internal skills, there is no trace of any practice.

If you practice internal martial arts, your skin will be elastic and very tough, and there will be absolutely no signs of sagging.

"You don't believe it? Man, show me your skills." Qin Huairu felt unhappy when she saw the middle-aged man's suspicious eyes.

"Uncle! I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I'm just a show-off, not worthy of being worthy of respect!" Ning Xiaoming said modestly.

"Little brother, you have to be honest. You don't show any signs of practicing martial arts. A martial artist will know how capable you are when he sees you." The middle-aged man spoke the truth without any hesitation.

Qin Huairu almost exploded with anger!

After all, no one would be happy if their words were suspected.

Ning Xiaoming smiled bitterly and did not make any excuses.

Open the wine jar.

There is a sweet aroma, without the pungent smell of alcohol.

Did you look surprised when you saw the glutinous rice inside?

Qin Huairu scooped a bowl with a spoon.

"Come and have a drink!" said the Fur King generously.

Took a sip of glutinous rice wine.

Ning Xiaoming also took a sip and looked surprised.

It tastes sweet and refreshing without any smell of alcohol.

This is made by fermenting glutinous rice. When it reaches its sweetest point, strong liquor is poured into it, sealed, and stored in a cellar.

These rice wines are at their best when they are refrigerated for two years. They are mellow and sweet, and do not taste like alcohol when you drink them.

These sweet wines don’t make you feel anything when you drink them, but when the alcohol takes effect, it’s easy to get drunk.

Ning Xiaoming felt warm all over and very comfortable.

I felt my blood boiling.

It can increase blood and qi, which means that sweet wine can replenish blood and qi, and can be compared to meat.

Glutinous rice wine is a blood tonic.

And some precious medicinal materials are added to make it more blood-replenishing.

These sweet wine tonics almost disappeared by the 20th century. After all, people had enough food and clothing in the 20th century and few people suffered from anemia, so there was no need to make glutinous rice sweet wine to replenish blood.

The production process is complicated and it needs to be stored for two years.

And once opened, you must drink it all, otherwise the taste will deteriorate or even go bad.

Qin Huairu drank half a bowl of sweet wine and felt dizzy, so she went back to her room to rest.

Ning Xiaoming ate while listening to the fur king explain how to make fur.

It was mostly Ning Xiaoming who was eating and the Fur King who was talking.

The Fur King only drank a little over a pound of sweet wine, Qin Huairu drank three ounces, and the rest was taken care of by Ning Xiaoming.

Half of the civet cat was eaten by Qin Huairu and the Fur King, and the rest was eaten by Ning Xiaoming.

There were more than a dozen weasels, all of which were killed by Ning Xiaoming.

The fur king had been in the business world for a long time and had many social engagements. He had a good alcohol tolerance, so he was not drunk at all.

Ning Xiaoming ate so much that the Fur King was shocked!

I ate more than ten kilograms of meat and drank eight kilograms of strong sweet liquor, but nothing happened to me and I didn't feel drunk at all.

After Ning Xiaoming drank the sweet wine, it immediately turned into blood, so no alcohol remained in his body.

At this moment, I feel full, and a feeling of sleepiness comes over me, and I really want to go to bed.

"Little brother, you have a good alcohol tolerance. I am looking forward to the harvest of the next hunting trip." The Fur King stood up.

"Uncle! You have a car. Let's go hunting someday when you are free." Ning Xiaoming said casually.

After all, hunting in the city depends entirely on luck.

It’s different in the wild.

It is best to go hunting in the royal hunting grounds.

Sijiu City is several hundred kilometers away from the royal hunting grounds and cannot be reached without a car.

Even if you have a car, you can't go back and forth in one day.

"Okay! I'll let you know when I'm free."

Ning Xiaoming saw the Fur King off and returned to the bedroom.

Seeing Qin Huairu lying on the Simmons mattress, her pretty face was red and she exuded a seductive aura.