Going back to 70 years from grazing

At night, Xu Lingjun once again prepared a small pot of medicinal wine, a plate of fried peanuts, and a few tea eggs.

In addition to these, he also took out a black cat from the space, which looked like a finely crafted iron anchor from the outside, but the black cat's eyes were very beautiful, as if it were real.This is what he got on the black market back then.

Touch ~ "Lingjun! Have you rested!" At this moment there was a knock on the door, and it was Xu Lingjun's father Xu Jingyou who came.

Xu Lingjun hurriedly opened the door, he was going to have a good chat with his father!

Xu Jingyou also had this plan. He originally wanted to stay here for two weeks to get along with his son and try to let Xu Lingjun go back with him.

But today he suddenly received a call from Da Meili, there are some important matters that he needs to go back to deal with, Xu Jingyou has already asked Song Jiaoying to book a flight to leave tomorrow, so he plans to have a final talk with Xu Lingjun tonight.

Of course, apart from this, Xu Jingyou has been drinking medicinal wine for two days, and he still thinks about not drinking it. If he doesn't see the medicinal wine on the table, the corners of Xu Jingyou's mouth can't help but curl up. Pill is also his goal today.

"Father, I'm going to find you!" Xu Lingjun prepared hot wine as he said that, this time he just poured hot water, Xu Jingyou put the jug into the bowl, it seems that this drinking procedure has already been done very familiar.

"Lingjun, how is your talk with that elder going?" Xu Jingyou asked casually.

"Father, do you want to invest and set up a factory here?" Xu Lingjun didn't know where to start talking about it, and it happened to start from this aspect.

"Oh? Yes, a small investment, a canning factory, is my little return to the flower growers!" Xu Jingyou paused while holding the wine glass, and then returned to normal, and said calmly.

"Father, I might become the director of this canning factory." Xu Lingjun said as he refilled his father's drink.

"Director? Have you decided? Are you really not going to go to Damei with me?" Xu Jingyou looked at him and said.

"Well! Yes, Dad, I have decided. I see the hope of the flower growers. People, after all, do not live purely for material life."

"Planting flowers in the future will definitely attract the attention of the world. All rabbits will be proud of planting flowers." Xu Lingjunkang said passionately. As a traveler, he has already seen the power of planting flowers in later generations. It is only a matter of time. That's all.

"Ahem, besides, I'm not short of money, and I don't want to be a slave to money. I'm not interested in that." Xu Lingjun was a little out of breath when he said this, but what he said was the truth, only his money It's not easy to take it out.

"Is there no shortage of money? Hehe." Xu Jingyou couldn't help but smile when he heard this, 55 yuan is Xu Lingjun's salary for a month, and this amount is not enough for his meal!

"Lingjun, since you've made your decision, I won't force you. The factory has called, and I have some things to go back tomorrow." Xu Jingyou said with some regret.

But he didn't give up. Whether Xu Lingjun took over the factory, firstly, let him accumulate some management experience, and secondly, let him experience rights and money, maybe he will change his mind after a while.

After all, Rabbit is sometimes very weird, doing things~ Forget it, some things are hard to explain, maybe Xu Lingjun will automatically go away with him after being wronged.

"Father, we're leaving now!" Xu Lingjun asked in surprise.

"Well! By the way, Lingjun, since the factory will be managed by you in the future, if there is a dividend, you can keep it. It is my gift to you." Xu Jingyou didn't care about the money, let alone whether there was a dividend. Not sure yet!

But since Xu Lingjun could hear the news from that elder, he should also be taken care of by him.Another thing is that money can arouse a person's desire, don't be a slave to money, this sentence is grand, but only a saint can really do it!

"Dad, it's not appropriate, I'm paid, so I want~"

"Lingjun, we are father and son, there is no right or wrong, do you want to settle financial accounts with your children in the future!" Xu Jingyou directly interrupted Xu Lingjun.

"This~" Xu Lingjun was immediately speechless, yes, there is no clear relationship between father and son, but father and son who haven't seen each other for 30 years still get along very well.

"Lingjun, your medicinal wine and that little tonic pill are very good. I don't know if these things can be mass-produced, even if they only have a small half effect!"

"With my position in Damei, as long as energy is produced, our Xu family's business will be promoted to a new level." This medicinal wine has such a good effect, of course Xu Jingyou will ask his son where it came from, When he learned that Xu Lingjun did it himself, he had this idea.

Xu Jingyou was a little embarrassed to ask his son for the formula just now, but fortunately he has the background of the factory shares, so he can speak so generously.

"This! Dad, it is very unrealistic to mass-produce this kind of thing. The main reason is that some medicines are too scarce, like ginseng. If it is artificially produced, the efficacy of the medicine will be greatly reduced."

"Mass production of medicinal wine may end up as a kind of health care product at most. Small supplement pills are not easy to make, and the requirements for technique and heat are very high."

"Forget it, I'll write you a prescription. You can go back and find someone to study it!" Xu Lingjun is very clear, if he doesn't have the Qi training technique that he doesn't understand much now, the book in that book Stuff is simply hard to make.

You must know that his grandfather in his previous life was an old Chinese doctor. After studying that book for a long time, he thought it was fake, so even if Xu Lingjun wrote down the formula for Xu Jingyou, the other party would not be able to make it.

Take the seemingly easy-to-operate medicated wine as an example. If you want to achieve a good effect, there are opinions on what kind of medicine to use, how much medicine to use, how much wine to soak, and how long to soak.

Although this medicinal wine was improved by him, it was also thanks to his refining skills, otherwise he would not be willing to use old ginseng.

"That's it! Then I'll go back and try!" Xu Jingyou said with some disappointment.

In fact, he also knows that Chinese medicine is very miraculous. If it is so easy, how can Western medicine be developed to such an extent.

"Father, I prepared some medicinal wine and small tonic pills for you. By the way, Xiuzhi also bought you two packs of wolfberries." Xu Lingjun took out two jars of five-jin medicinal wine from the bag, as well as several bottles of small tonic. Wan and the goji berries that Xiuzhi bought.

"Father, you must keep this bottle of pills well. It can save lives at critical moments. I also got to know that elder because of this. This medicine is very precious. There must be several kinds of medicinal materials in it, and it is not easy to find them all now." It's gone." Xu Lingjun solemnly took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to Xu Jingyou and said.

This is actually the tonic pill that Wang Lao made at the beginning. Later, when Wang Lao came to the capital, he took some more. This kind of pill has a very good nourishing effect, and it can indeed save a life at a critical time.

"It can save lives! Good, very good, Ling Jun, I will definitely take it away." Xu Jingyou put away the small porcelain bottle excitedly. Life is the most cherished thing for a person who has money. After tasting medicinal wine and small tonic pills , and hearing that the medicine and the elder could be contacted, Xu Jingyou didn't doubt the efficacy of this bottle of medicine at all.

After the excitement, the two continued to drink a little wine. After today's incident, the relationship between their father and son has been brought closer.