Chapter 18: Overindulgence in Bed? Emptiness?

  Wen Fei washed his face with cold water, feeling refreshed, and casually asked: "You guys always talk about what is this 'original pulp wine', what exactly is original pulp wine? Fatty, have you eaten? I have a leg of lamb here, why don't you take care of it?"

  Zhang Yu's eyes lit up instantly: "I was originally going to call for takeout, but since you have good stuff here, I'll get started!"

  The lamb leg has been frozen in the refrigerator, and Fatty likes to eat it. He also likes to cook it himself. Of course, this is under the condition that there are good ingredients. Simply put the lamb leg and the leftover huangjing mountain yam from last time into the pressure cooker, which is the simplest way, and even no seasonings were added, just to keep the original flavor.

  "Look at your gloomy face, I'll give you some nourishment!" Zhang Yu said with a smile.

  "Get out of here, I'm fine!" Wen Fei retorted. The two of them finished the whole pot of mutton soup and sat in their chairs, too full to move.

  "You said you brought back some copper coins every time you went? Which big tomb didn't have any good stuff?" Zhang Yu's face was sly as he counted the spoils of war, saying: "Does that big basket have any golden silk clothes or bronze vessels?"

  Wen Fei looked at Zhang Yu with disdain, suddenly remembering something. Ah, yes, if he ran to ancient times and brought back some random thing, that would be an antique! He couldn't help but ask: "Fatty, what kind of antiques from the Song Dynasty are the most valuable?"

  Zhang Yu's spirits lifted, and he mysteriously approached: "It can't be a big fight, right? Did you also go, or else how would there be so many good things?"

  Wen gave him the finger and thought to himself, "Does he think I need to go to the ancient times?" Dao Ye, I'll just run to where the antique originated. What? Where is the origin of the antique? Of course it's in ancient times, do you even need to ask?!

  "In the Song Dynasty, porcelain was a big deal! If you can get your hands on official kiln porcelain from that era, you'll be set for life!"

  Wen Fei thought carefully, in the poor and remote place he went to, not to mention official kiln porcelain, even ordinary porcelain was rarely seen. Most of them were made of earthenware. It seems that Lü Ma Ji is still too poor!

  However, if Wen Fei had to set a ranking order in his heart, learning Dao would always come before making money. Therefore, Wen Fei never thought of leaving Mai Ma Ji and going to a bigger place to make a name for himself, even if he wanted to go, he would have to wait until he learned the real skills from Chen Ni Ma first!

  "By the way, that Huang Jing you brought back last time seemed to have a pretty strong effect... " Zhang Yu said with a lewd expression: "Five times! Five times. I, Fat Master, also became a five-time hero for one night!"

  "Five times? You scoundrel, aren't you afraid of exhausting your resources and losing everything!" Wen Fei exclaimed in surprise, his mind suddenly clearing up. This was exactly the kind of person who would engage in profiteering - at most, they might do something a bit special like reselling goods across different time and space. They couldn't just bring goods every time and return empty-handed, could they? Not to mention that it would be a waste of resources, and selling too much of this copper money wouldn't be good in the end. These ancient medicinal herbs like Huang Jing were genuine, high-quality wild herbs, and their prices were quite objective.

  The price of medicinal materials is now naturally very high, especially the price of wild Chinese herbal medicine is even higher. For example, Wen Fei once saw someone selling dangshen and suan zao ren in Ma Ji Cun.

  No time to bother with that dead fat guy, Wen Fei hastily ran out. A few streets away was a traditional Chinese medicine shop called Baohe Hall, the name was really tacky.

  The store's facade is not particularly large, but the business is booming. Modern people all emphasize health, and when they live a good life, they start to cherish their lives. Although when encountering illness, they generally do not come to the Chinese medicine shop for treatment, but when they are not ill, they all like to come to the Chinese medicine shop for nourishment and tonification.

  Wen Fei remembered that the owner of the store was surnamed Ye, in his fifties or sixties, and he himself was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. His medical skills were quite good, and Wen Fei had even been brought to see him when she was young. However, over the years, they had very little contact with each other.

  Now, Ye Dafu's son and daughter-in-law are also helping out in the store, and the storefront has expanded a lot compared to what Wen Fei remembered. Old Ye Dafu was standing at the door with his hands behind his back, took a glance at Wen Fei, and suddenly looked surprised. He walked two steps closer and said: "Young man, you must take care of your body, how did you end up like this?" He was about to grab Wen Fei's wrist to take his pulse.

  Wen Fei was also confused, and after a long time, he said: "Ye Dafu, you're wrong. I'm not here to see a doctor!"

  Old Doctor Ye glared: "Who are you fooling? If you don't want to see a doctor, what are you doing here? I'm telling you, don't be afraid of illness or doctors... Look at your purple eye sockets, dull eyes, and weak, slippery pulse. Clearly, it's a case of deficiency syndrome!"

  Wen Fei suddenly shouted: "What a joke, how could I have a fake illness?"

  "Too much of a good thing!" Old Doctor Ye said coldly: "You young people, really don't know how to hold back... your lives are at stake, and you're still unaware. Haven't you heard that a beautiful woman is like a sweet pastry, with a sword in her waist, cutting down foolish men? Although no one's head falls off, secretly she'll drain your marrow dry!"

  Wen Fei was suddenly at a loss for words, and he had naturally heard this poem before. The famous Lu Zu's poem, how could he not remember it? It's just that Zhang Yu, that dead fat man, is still somewhat decent, but Wen Fei has never even touched a woman's hand all his life. Even if he did masturbate, it was extremely rare...

  But when Doctor Ye said this, Wen Fei suddenly became hesitant. It was nothing but a matter of personal integrity and trustworthiness. If someone were to approach him on the street and say he had kidney problems out of nowhere, Wen Fei would definitely beat that person up until they were covered in bruises! However, Doctor Ye had been running his clinic in this city for decades, and his medical skills and ethics were not bad at all. This made Wen Fei hesitant.

  Lao Ye Daifu directly dragged Fu Shuo into the house and examined his tongue coating and pulse for half a day. He said, "Your vital energy is severely depleted..."

  Wen Fei's heart skipped a beat, he was considered half a cultivator. At least he was also considered an advanced enthusiast of the fever, naturally knowing the meaning of Jing Qi Shen, although it was not entirely different from traditional Chinese medicine. However, when he heard that his Jing Qi Shen had been consumed too much, he still felt a little guilty.

  "I'll prescribe you some medicine, go back and take it. You must be moderate in bed activities, get plenty of rest, and best not to have intimate relations with women during the medication period..."

  Wen Fei suddenly remembered something and hastily pulled out the Chen Ni Wan prescription from his own medicine. Old Ye Daifu suddenly exclaimed: "It turns out that a master has already seen through your illness... Hmm, no, this is not a prescription. This is an alchemy formula!"

  It's both Dan Fang and medicine prescription, Wen Fei has long been confused. However, he finally understood one thing, it seems that his kidney deficiency is not fake. Not only did Old Ye doctor see it, but even Chen Niwan had also seen it early on. Even the prescription was already written for him!