Fu Song looked at the young black girl and asked Bronia: "She seems to be not as old as you? Why..."

Bronia looked at him: "Alia is indeed not as old as me, but can't someone younger than me be my mother? What kind of weird idea is this?"

Weird thoughts... are you sure?

Fu Song was confused, and Zhang Jiuyue grabbed him: "You forgot that the customs in Africa are different from those in China. It is normal for men to have three wives and four concubines here.

Otherwise, Meng Shou’s fans wouldn’t have been making fun of him all the time.”

Fu Song slapped his forehead, and it seemed that it was true.

Just...wait, it's not right!

He asked Zhang Jiuyue: "Even if you can have three wives and four concubines here, there are countless wives.

But what if that Alia insisted on marrying me?"

Zhang Jiuyue smiled and said, "This is also a feature of Africa.

Men can have three wives and four concubines, but most of the wives and concubines of men will not spend their whole life with this man.

The most important one is survival.

Africa is already poor and difficult, and a man is likely to not be able to support seven or eight women.

When the wealth created by this man cannot meet the needs of his wives and concubines, these wives and concubines will leave him and find another man who can support him."

"It feels so confusing."

"It can be said to be chaos, or it can be said to be the prey of the weak.

For example, the richest chief usually occupies the youngest and most beautiful woman in a tribe, while other men can only follow behind to pick up what the chief doesn't want.

It’s not that he is so capable that Bronia’s father can have three wives. I guess it’s probably because of Bronia.”

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyue said, "As for why Alia wants to marry you directly, it also involves a custom here.

What local women like to compare most is their divorces.

The more times you divorce, the more you are envied by others, and the more proud you are."

"Why?"

"Because this proves that the woman is loved by more men. The more men, the more charm they are."

Fu Song: "..."

Shaking his head, Fu Song said to Bronia: "This... I really think this Ms. Alia is your sister.

Not only her, but my other two mothers, including your biological mother, I have all given gifts.

But please believe me, I really don’t mean to be your father.

I don’t want to hear you call me dad!”

Bronia: "…"

Staring at Fu Song's yellow skin, finally, Bronia nodded: "I believe in you this time."

Fu Song breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, thank you, long live understanding."

Bronia asked, “Then is my father’s illness?”

Fu Song patted his chest: "Leave it to me, and I guarantee that your father will completely recover from his health."

After saying that, he took out another plaster, cut it into strips and pasted it on Bronia's father's face little by little:

"This is a very significant effect on arthritis and lumbar muscle strain.

Although your father's facial paralysis is caused by neurological problems, the strain is still the facial muscles.

Acupuncture and plaster are combined to make the effect better.”

In the evening, Fu Song and Zhang Jiuyue rested at Dies's house.

As the chief, Dies had dozens of these grass houses, and there was no shortage of places to live.

Because of the long-term fatigue of running around, Fu Song fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

The next day, he was woken up: "Hi, buddy, the sun is on my buttocks!"

Fu Song opened his eyes in a daze and found that it was a white Simon.

He said helplessly: "Brother, it is immoral to disturb people's dreams."

Simon suddenly realized his rudeness: "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Okay!" Fu Song turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

Who knew that the next moment, Simon said again: "Fu...song, is it right for me to call me like this? Can I ask you a question?"

Fu Song looked at him helplessly: "Brother, I want to sleep."

"I'm sorry, then you go to bed first."

But Fu Song could no longer sleep because Simon sat next to him and looked at him with curious eyes.

How could Fu Song sleep when he was stared at by a white man like this?

Especially when the other party just got up, he mentioned "buttocks".

After sitting up and washing up briefly, Fu Song asked: "What questions do you want to ask?"

Simon smiled and said, "It's the acupuncture you had yesterday. You just need to zazaza to cure people.

My main focus in Haval is surgery. I always thought I was very arrogant, but compared to you, I was simply a younger brother.

Can you teach me?"

"This..." Fu Song frowned.

"Can't it be easy to spread? It doesn't matter, I can become a disciple!"

Fu Song hurriedly said, "You misunderstood. The method I used is called acupuncture.

Acupuncture has its limitations, and its best effect is various diseases caused by the nervous system.

If you encounter such as "appendicitis", "stomach perforation", etc., Western medicine is more effective.

Of course, if you are really interested, I will teach you no problem.

But I only know a little bit about acupuncture, and I can’t teach you too much.”

What he said was true. The reason why Fu Song knew acupuncture was because of Lu Jingguo.

Lu Jingguo's most valuable example is the "Cuncaoxin" formula, but he also has extraordinary achievements in traditional Chinese medicine.

For example, acupuncture.

Lu Jingguo's acupuncture technology is mainly used to treat arthritis and cervical spondylosis with "Cuncaoxin".

At that time, "Cuncaoxin" had just been launched, and Fu Song sent everyone out to promote products, including himself.

However, it is difficult to convince people to check blood sugar when the free clinic is at the entrance of the community.

Fu Song later asked Lu Jingguo for advice, and personally pricked the necks and knees of a hundred old men and women, and turned them into various medical skills to verify their knowledge.

Without this experience, how could he dare to treat Bronia's father when he came up?

Of course, Simon didn't believe that Fu Song only knew a little bit of "skin". He had dealt with Chinese people a lot and knew that the greatest advantage of this nation was modesty.

"It's great, Master, please give me a bow!" After saying that, he saluted Fu Song respectfully.

Fu Song's eyelids twitched, and the other party's ceremonial posture was very standard. It seemed that he was prepared!

Since the other party wanted to learn, Fu Song didn't hide it and told him the treatment methods and precautions for crooked mouth and slanted mouth disease in traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture.

The two came to Bronia's home while talking.

The next moment, a middle-aged man was sitting in the middle of the yard to enjoy the cool air. His three wives beat his back, one of them fed him, and the other one fanned him.

But Fu Song ignored these things directly. He stared at Bronia's father, his face full of shock.

Because the other party's facial muscles have basically returned to normal, as long as they don't speak or move around, it is hard to imagine that he is the black man whose facial features are so twisted that he can't move on the bed yesterday.

Is acupuncture so effective?

Suddenly, Fu Song saw the "Xiangcaoxin" plaster that he had cut into a strip of yesterday on the stool not far ahead of Bronia's father, and finally understood the reason.

It should be the credit for this thing.

"Cuncaoxin" is mainly used to treat cervical spondylosis arthritis, but as he said yesterday, facial paralysis is also a muscle disease and is also effective.

It’s just that no one has used it like this before, which made Fu Song ignore the magic of this medicine.

At the same time, Fu Song also understood why Simon disturbed his dream early in the morning.

Otherwise, the other party is a world-famous doctor after all, and no matter how curious you are about traditional Chinese medicine, you will not be so impatient.

"You're getting up? Have breakfast!" Bronia's face was rare and gentle.

Zhang Jiuyue also came out of the kitchen, and it was obvious that the other party had been cooking with Bronia.

A group of people sat around the dining table.
To be continued...