Chapter 475 Two big bumps appeared on his forehead

At the Ping An Temple on Nan Zong Mountain, Yan Liti donated a huge amount of money for incense and received a huge number of peace charms.

They ate a vegetarian meal at a temple before descending the mountain.

As she descended the mountain, Qiao Qiao wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the contraction that had been binding her heart suddenly disappeared.

Instead, a continuous stream of spiritual energy flowed into her body through every pore.

It made her feel full of energy.

This feeling was the same as when she first guided qi into her body.

At the same time, there was a faint heat on both sides of my forehead, as if something was gathering there and about to burst out.

It's itchy, painful, and numb all at once.

It's a feeling that comes from the very core of your being.

It made her unconsciously reach out and scratch or touch it from time to time.

"What's wrong with the baby? Don't scratch it, it's all red."

Noticing that she was scratching her forehead from time to time, Yan Liti bent down to look at her in confusion, only to see that the two spots she was scratching were already red, and she immediately felt sorry for her.

"Is this an allergic reaction? Or was it a mosquito bite? Didn't we spray mosquito repellent before coming up here?"

Xiang Dongyan quickly took out her silk handkerchief, brushed away Qiao Qiao's little hand that was scratching her forehead again, and gently wiped the two red spots on her forehead.

"I don't know, it's really itchy." Qiao Qiao didn't know what was wrong. Although those two places were numb, itchy and painful, the numbness and pain were not very obvious. It was mostly itchy.

Moreover, the itching was excruciating, making her wish she could scratch a hole in those two spots.

"It's probably a mosquito bite. Here, put some medicated oil on it."

Mo Wenpei took out a cylinder, slightly larger than a coin, from her bag and tried to unscrew it for a long time but couldn't.

He slammed his head against the stone steps, and the flat cylinder instantly split into two pieces.

She picked up the piece with the ointment, smeared some on Qiao Qiao's reddened forehead with her index finger.

Wanyoujing is a menthol-scented ointment that is remarkably effective for colds, headaches, and insect bites.

Qiao Qiao's forehead above her eyes had turned red, and there was a small bump that looked like it was about to appear. Mo Wenpei thought it must be from a mosquito bite.

As she helped Qiao Qiao apply the ointment, she instructed, "Sweetie, don't scratch it with your hands later. The ointment will sting if it gets in your eyes. This will help reduce the swelling and stop the itching quickly."

Then she grumbled with a touch of heartache, "These mosquitoes are blind. There are so many boys lining up there, why do they have to bite our little one?"

"???" A row of boys stood on the side.

Did they find it in the garbage dump?

However, when the boys saw the two big bumps that were slowly appearing on Qiao Qiao's forehead, and the bright red patch, they immediately thought, "Let's bite them!"

My sister has delicate skin, unlike them who are more resilient. She got two big bumps from the bite; it's so pitiful.

Qiao Qiao didn't know if the medicated oil would work, but her already hot forehead, combined with the spiciness of the medicated oil, made her feel dizzy afterwards.

Moreover, because the intensely spicy and oily sensation made up the majority of the feeling, it actually reduced the itching.

She was carried down the mountain by her two fathers, and she slept soundly all the way down their shoulders, feeling dizzy.

The road down the mountain is easier to walk than the road up the mountain. It takes two hours to go up and a little over an hour to go down.

After descending Nanzong Mountain, the group did not linger in Hanyang City.

After boarding several cars that were already waiting at the foot of the mountain on the downhill side, we set off back to Baoyi City.

Qiao Changdong had originally planned to treat Wang Hua, who had helped him, to a meal, but because of Qiao Qiao's fainting spell, he didn't have time.

However, before Qiao Changdong set off, he left many gift boxes at the guesthouse and asked the guesthouse owner to keep them for him until Wang Hua arrived and handed them over.

Over the years, Qiao Changdong has traveled all over the country driving trucks, making friends from all walks of life, but without exception, they are all people with whom he has shared life-or-death experiences.

Besides the large investment and high returns, driving a truck is also a very dangerous profession.

It's not that driving is dangerous, but that the chances of being robbed on the road are very high.

These people don't just rob for money; they're also very likely to kill. They prefer a quick fix to endless trouble.

So Qiao Changdong made a wide circle of friends during his years driving trucks. In addition to fellow drivers, he also had many friends from the few routes he frequently drove.

In a sense, he also took out an insurance policy for himself.

Even after Qiao Changdong stopped driving trucks, he did not sever ties with these friends.

Just like driving a car, if there's an opportunity to give it some lubricant and maintain the relationship, I'll definitely not be stingy.

In the early hours of May 9th, the group arrived at the Dongqiao Hotel in Baoyi City.

The group consisted of about twenty people. Apart from the two suites on the fourth floor that they stayed in, they booked five other rooms.

When Xiang Xianglan was taken to the hotel, she was still surprised: "I didn't know there was such a nice hotel in Baoyi City. It was even owned by you, Brother Qiao. I didn't know that."

"As soon as I got off the train, the taxi driver at the train station took me directly to a guesthouse."

The "mian de" that Xiang Xianglan mentioned is a yellow car that is called "mian de" because it looks like a rectangular loaf of bread.

It has to be said that Xiang Xianglan's words instantly opened up a new way of thinking for Qiao Changdong.

He recalled the two reporters he had encountered at the hotel in Haishi. It seemed that those two reporters were trying to promote the hotel.

"Aunt Yan, what do you think about me placing some advertisements for the hotel?"

"Of course you can. When the Qiaobao Amusement Park is built, there will definitely be a lot of tourists here. If you don't advertise, not many people will know that you have such a nice hotel here."

Nowadays, most people stay in guesthouses when they travel.

Guesthouses are divided into public and private.

Without exception, the conditions will not be very good.

Even guesthouses established by government agencies to specifically entertain staff and VIPs are like this.

If your family's living conditions aren't good, then living in a less desirable place isn't so bad.

However, there are still many people in this world who have good financial conditions and are willing to spend money, and Dongqiao Hotel is undoubtedly their first choice.

Baoyi City isn't a particularly bustling city like Haishi, Kyoto, or Tsushi.

It's understandable that some people don't know there are good hotels here.

However, Qiao Changdong felt that besides advertising in newspapers and on television, there was another particularly economical way to advertise.

That means advertising directly on taxis throughout the city, or negotiating with taxi drivers beforehand.

These days, those who can afford to sit in a noodle shop are not necessarily poor.

Moreover, Qiao Changdong knew all too well how direct and convenient this method of advertising was.

When he used to drive a truck, he often stopped at restaurants along the national highway to eat and rest.

Those restaurants naturally couldn't just cater to drivers; they also catered more to the passengers transported by long-distance bus drivers.