Inscription of Different Cases

"It's you again?" Han Lang's tone was obviously bad.

He Yijiu still looked lazy, glanced at Han Lang, put his hands on the ground and pulled something.Han Lang took a closer look, and it turned out that this guy had roasted a beggar chicken himself, and was peeling off the dirt and dead branches and leaves wrapped around it.The smell of the chicken whetted Han Lang's appetite, but he was still rational, and he didn't want to touch the person's things in front of him.

"I still want to ask, why are you here?" He Yijiu finished peeling off the shell, wiped his dirty hands on the grass, and tore a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.Han Lang's eyes followed the opponent's hand all the time, until He Yijiu swallowed the meat, he finally came to his senses, and suddenly looked away.

"I'll handle the case." Han Lang replied bluntly.

"Really, it's really hard work." He Yijiu chewed the meat, and answered vaguely.After finishing a chicken wing three times and two times, he threw the bone, picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp, "Sweet!"

The scene in front of him intensified the feeling of hunger in Han Lang's stomach, and even his stomach began to ache.This was a test of endurance, Han Lang frowned, his lips were pursed, and his hands were clenched into fists.No matter how dull He Yijiu was, he could still feel a staring stare like a hungry wolf.

He took a peek at Han Lang, and found that the man was about to leave, and immediately called out maliciously, "Are you hungry?"

Han Lang stopped abruptly, maintaining the posture of not going away, and cast a cold gaze: "Get lost."

"Obviously I'm not the one who wants to get out," He Yijiu said in a humming tone, "Long time no see, don't you want to catch up?"

Han Lang's handsome face stretched out: "You should be lucky if I didn't catch you."

"Don't be so vicious, I'm grilling meat on the side of the road, am I breaking the law?"

Han Lang said angrily, "Who knows if you stole it."

"Believe it or not," He Yijiu smiled, and shook the wine jar at Han Lang, "Meet an old friend in a foreign land, have a sip?"

Han Lang didn't want to pick it up, but He Yijiu insisted on sending it forward, and the wine jar was almost stuffed into Han Lang's chest.The aroma of wine hits my face, unlike last time, it is not so spicy, but there is a faint sweetness.Han Lang thought that if he drank some wine, he might not be so hungry, and he would be more confident by then, so he took it and took a symbolic sip.

So sweet!

"Fruit wine?" he blurted out.

"Glutinous rice liqueur," He Yijiu said with a smile, "self-brewed."

Han Lang wanted to reprimand him a few words, for example, what kind of sweet wine does a big man drink, for example, for example, this wine is so bad that he doesn't want to drink it after taking a sip.But he couldn't say it, because it was too against his will.He really never thought that He Yijiu would have this ability. To be honest, he has lived for more than 20 years, and he has never drunk such a delicious wine.

"Liar?" He snorted, but his confidence was getting weaker and weaker.

The corners of He Yijiu's mouth raised even higher, gradually revealing a bit of playfulness: "I've already drank the wine, why don't you come and taste the chicken?"

The subtle accent made Han Lang change his face immediately.

"Where did you think you were? As for what!" He Yijiu laughed out loud, almost spraying Han Lang all over his face with the alcohol in his mouth.Han Lang's face became more and more ugly, and he suddenly felt like a fool.

Hungry, grumpy, and being laughed at.Han Lang's sanity has long since disappeared, and there is only one solution left - kick him to death.

He Yijiu got kicked twice and started to play tricks, lying on the ground and yelling: "The official beat me! The grassroots are wronged, wronged--"

Han Lang was so annoyed by him that he had nothing to say, wiped his face, and felt even more tired.He Yijiu immediately got up, patted the dirt on his body as if nothing happened, and asked with a humble face, "Is the fight over?"

Han Lang ignored him.

"I drank the wine and beat me up, so why don't I just sit down and rest for a while?" He Yijiu sat down and patted the space next to him, "Why do you have to fight to the death?"

Han Lang remained motionless with a stern face, but He Yijiu tugged at the hem of his clothes and forcibly tore him off.Then, a piece of fragrant chicken was handed to him: "Try it?"

Han Lang glanced at the man's finger, it was actually only a few inches away from his eyes, and there was a posture of reaching forward.Geez, it must be dirty.In order not to be touched, he took the meat, thinking that it was just a taste anyway, and he was hungry anyway.Yes, if you are hungry, you can eat bark and grass roots, so what is this?

The results were out of hand.The meat taste is mixed with the fragrance of leaves and earth, tender and juicy.And He Yijiu was very cooperative, seeing that he had finished eating, he stuffed the second piece, Han Lang hesitated this time: What should I do?Do you still eat?

Hunger still triumphed over reason.The only thing he did was to make his eating look more casual, but that was all.After eating a few pieces of meat, He Yijiu handed over the wine jar, and he couldn't help but take it up and drink it.The feeling of fullness in the stomach is so good and warm, and looking at the beggar chicken that was torn to pieces, I couldn't refuse it no matter what.

The two were like friends, sitting on the ground and eating relative to each other.He Yijiu looked at Han Lang's appearance of gradually disarming and surrendering, raised his brows, smiled, and suddenly hooked the other's shoulders, pulling him towards him.

"After eating my Lord He's food, we will be brothers from now on." He Yijiu said meaningfully.

Han Lang snorted: "Isn't that what you are for? Don't worry, I will arrest people when I should."

He Yijiu just smiled and said nothing.

The food was finished quickly, and the two began to drink a jar of wine together.Now Han Lang remembered, squinted at He Yijiu, and said, "By the way, what exactly are you here for?"

"You'll find out later."

"It's nothing more than eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and cheating."

He Yijiu laughed: "You have already accompanied me to eat and drink, what about the rest, will you continue to accompany me?"

Mouth full of gibberish.Han Lang thought to himself.

"Okay, I think it's almost time," He Yijiu said, stood up and put out the fire, threw the empty wine jar casually, and said, "Go to work."

Han Lang glanced at the sky, the sun had just set to the west, about just after Shen Shi, Lizheng should not be back yet.Out of curiosity and precaution, he also stood up and followed He Yijiu's pace.

"Why, are you really accompanying me?" He Yijiu seemed a little surprised.

Han Lang habitually rolled his eyes.

The two walked to the center of the village - an open space with a radius of no more than [-] feet, with a few elm trees sparsely erected.He Yijiu chose a shade, and then vigorously shook off a navy blue cloth, spread it on the ground, and found many bottles and jars, and placed them neatly in a pile.

Han Lang understood it. This time, He Yijiu didn't look at physiognomy, and started a business of traveling doctors.To put it bluntly, it is a barefoot doctor, who specializes in treating rural people based on the principle of "cure as long as you can't cure it".Sure enough, He Yijiu found another cover from his luggage, which said "specialize in the treatment of various difficult and miscellaneous diseases", and held a copper bell in his hand, which was already "jingling" at the moment.

"Secret recipe handed down from ancestors, all kinds of diseases can be cured--swelling ulcer, ulcer, dysentery, typhoid fever, wind disease, blood carbuncle, five tuberculosis and seven injuries, cough and asthma, impotence and yin deficiency, all can't be cured--"

The copper bells jingled, and the shouts spread throughout the village.Han Lang almost turned his back when he heard it. This is a bit too exaggerated. I'm afraid the imperial doctors in the capital don't have the ability!Perhaps aware of his anger, He Yijiu turned his face away, bared his teeth, waved his hands and said, "Seeing that you are idle, come here and be my babysitter."

"roll!"

Seeing that he couldn't come, He Yijiu cleared his throat, and yelled again: "Playing and hitting the unknown bird, healed someone with a destiny—"

"What line of work do you do?" Han Lang interrupted him sharply.

"Do everything," He Yijiu smiled lazily, "fortune-telling, traveling as a doctor, juggler, craftsman, and in the early years, he also joined the gang of beggars, worked as a thief, collected debts for others, or robbed people. In short, Except that I never sold my ass, Mr. He, I have done all the best."

Han Lang frowned when he heard this: What kind of a natural rogue can get to this point, and he should say it as a proud thing!

"If you want me to see you cheating, I'll meet you in prison." Han Lang replied coldly.

"How are you sure that I'm going to cheat people?" He Yijiu waved his hand, "Since you met me last time, which time have I not used real kung fu?"

Han Lang glared at him: "Don't tell me you really know how to cure diseases."

He Yijiu laughed again, tugged at Han Lang, dragged him to sit in front of him, and put his hand on the other's pulse.Han Lang didn't know what kind of tricks he wanted to play again, with a defensive expression on his face.

"Well, your pulse is..."

"What?" Han Lang glanced over sharply.

"The press is fluent, as smooth as pressing a ball."

"so what?"

He Yijiu smiled like a spring breeze in February: "Is it four months?"

Han Lang's expression froze.

Before the gunpowder barrel exploded, He Yijiu changed the subject and said seriously, "I'm not kidding you, stick out your tongue and take a look?"

Han Lang stretched out his hand to beat him up, but He Yijiu hurriedly dodged and shouted, "Hey hey hey--you really don't make trouble, be good! I'll say you have a bad temper. It's because of your irregular diet and irregular schedule! Disharmony between liver and stomach!"

Han Lang stopped and stared at him viciously: "Don't do this."

"Tsk, you obviously asked me, but you don't believe me when you tell me," He Yijiu complained, seeing that Han Lang was about to draw his sword, he hurriedly changed into a good-natured posture, "Let's put it this way, do you often have abdominal pains? , Sometimes even the ribs are burned? And once you are hungry, your temper will be unbearable, but after you are full, you will feel depressed and want to vomit, and your hands and feet will be cold?"

Han Lang's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word, it could be seen that he acquiesced.

He Yijiu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Stick out your tongue and take a look?"

Han Lang pushed his hand away, but extended it obediently.

"Okay, that's right," He Yijiu blinked in satisfaction, "I'll prescribe Pingwei powder for you later, and take a dose before meals every day. Remember not to get angry at ordinary times, if the abdominal pain is unbearable, mix ginger with wine for external application , get well soon."

Han Lang didn't speak for a long time, just sat there so stiffly.He Yijiu smiled "Look at this idiot", and put his hand on the other's shoulder again.Suddenly Han Lang turned his head, his eyes met, He Yijiu smiled, and saw that the anger in Han Lang's eyes gradually receded.

"Is this the reply?"

"Let's talk about it later." Han Lang said coldly.

He Yijiu tilted his head and glanced at him. For some reason, Han Lang was instantly distracted by those eyes.Even though He Yijiu looks full of masculinity, those aqua blue eyes still have a soul-stirring charm.Especially when the sun shines, it is full of beauty that can be squeezed out of water, but there is an indescribable nobleness and elegance.

No wonder so many people like Orchid.Han Lang thought to himself.The eyes of this barbarian are really hard to resist.

He Yijiu didn't realize that he was in a daze, and was about to shout, when he saw a man dressed as a servant rushing over excitedly: "Miraculous doctor! Miracle doctor, I saw everything you saw just now! It's amazing! Help our master! Bar!"

Han Lang immediately came back to his senses, he was shocked at first, and then he was so angry that he wanted to slap himself to death: Okay, where did you lose your momentum just now?