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Master Yang of the pharmaceutical factory described the situation: it was a friend of his who led a Hong Kong businessman to come to the door.

Ginseng is not the Hong Kong merchant, he is also entrusted by others.

It is said that it is an old man from Baodao, who is in his 80s and is terminally ill. He wants to go back to his hometown to take a look.

In the end, an old Chinese doctor prescribed a prescription, saying that it would last for three years, but the main medicine in it was the old ginseng.

Liu Qingshan has no way to judge the authenticity of this matter, but based on the current folk customs, it is more likely to be true.

As for how to decide, he had to follow the master's wishes.

The dumb grandpa gestured a few times, and Liu Qingshan said to Master Yang, "I'm the master who said, make the best use of everything."

Make the best use of everything, this is the most simple concept of Grandpa Dumb. In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low herbs, as long as they can make the best use of them, they are worth it.

Is this a promise?

Master Yang's face is also a happy: "Don't worry, the price is not a problem, the starting price is 100,000, and every ten years or so, the price will increase by 20,000."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "It's not about money, my master asked, can you look at the prescription?"

This is the strength of Grandpa Dumb. When you look at the compatibility of the prescription, you can naturally know whether what the other party is saying is true or false.

If it is not true, then he must be reluctant to dig out an old mountain ginseng, after all, there is one less ginseng.

But Master Yang misunderstood and thought that the dumb grandfather was going to steal other people's prescriptions.

This is more laborious. There are several people in the middle, and it is estimated that it will take two days to reply.

Liu Qingshan handed over the construction of the pharmaceutical factory to Gao Feng and Lu Xiaolong. He only visited occasionally to give constructive advice.

These people, if they don't have experience, will never be able to be independent.

The factory building basically does not need to be rebuilt, that is, the original equipment for processing wild vegetables is transported to the opposite Jiapigou Wild Vegetable Factory.

After making room,

The installation and debugging of the newly shipped equipment is expected to take less than a month, and it will not be finished.

The construction of several factories is in full swing, and Liu Qingshan follows the old people in the village to plant trees every day.

If you catch up with the rest day, there will be a lot of little kids.

In fact, in Liu Qingshan's eyes, the significance of planting trees is even greater than those of those factories.

In the spare time of work, he will also carry a small basket and lead the fourth and fifth to dig some mother-in-law and shepherd's purse.

Now the grass is just emerging, and other wild vegetables have not yet grown.

The little white ape also squatted on the ground, licked a few leaves of the mother-in-law with his small paws, and stuffed it into his small mouth.

After chewing for a while, the small face that was already twitching became more twitching, and my mother-in-law was still bitter.

"Don't vomit, hardship defeats the fire." Liu Qingshan poked its little hair.

"Brother, tell a story, tell a story about Journey to the West." Little Old Fourth was squatting on the ground, digging a mother-in-law tree with the head of a knife, while talking about his demands.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "The Western Heaven is all finished."

"Brother, tell me something else." The fourth brother was still obsessed.

Liu Qingshan thought about it, and the image that can be on an equal footing with Sun Wukong seems to be only the gourd baby. It seems that the animation will start to be produced in the coming year.

Anyway, it's okay to be idle, so I told the two little girls about seven melons on a vine.

When they came home after work, the two little guys were fascinated by it, put down their chopsticks, and pestered Liu Qingshan to tell the story of the gourd baby.

Even Xiaohuo hugged Liu Qingshan's calf and muttered indistinctly, "Captain the baby, capture the baby."

Liu Qingshan patted his little head: You're right, aren't all the gourd babies captured one by one?

There is no way, who told Liu Qingshan to spoil them, so let's talk about it.

The little brother also brought paper and crayons, and asked the elder brother to draw the gourd baby while talking.

This difficulty seems to be a bit high. How could Liu Qingshan know how to draw? The gourd doll that he drew was even uglier than the little white ape.

Xiao Lao Si took the paper and looked at it for a long time:

"Brother, if it wasn't for the gourd on the head of this gourd doll, I would have thought it was a goblin."

Liu Qingshan was silent with tears in his eyes, and the car horn sounded in his ears.

As if he had caught a life-saving straw, he jumped from the edge of the kang to the ground: "I'm a visitor, I'll go out and have a look first."

The guests really came, Liu Qingshan and the others just greeted them out of the house, when they saw a graceful figure rushing in from outside the door, rushing towards Liu Qingshan with open arms.

Wu Tong?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned, why is this girl here, do you think I should hide or not?

Before he could figure it out, Wu Tong hugged the fourth youngest in his arms, picked up the fifth, and shouted:

"Caifeng, Shan Xing, do you miss elder sister?"

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes, and then greeted him at the gate:

"Uncle Wu, Brother Wu, you are here; Haha, Brother Slipper, you are also back, and this is classmate He. Welcome to our Jiapigou."

Professor Wu is still in high spirits, with long silver hair, with a touch of artist demeanor: "Qingshan, during the May Day holiday, I just came to you to find inspiration."

Writers' collections and artists' inspirations are all amazing things.

On the other hand, Wu Song, in casual clothes, smiled and hugged Liu Qingshan. They once fought side by side with little devils, and the revolutionary friendship was extraordinary.

As for Zhang Guizi, I haven't seen him for a few months, and there have been some changes, mainly in terms of clothes and temperament, but the inner simplicity is still the same.

The last He Mengfei, Liu Qingshan saw him once in the classroom when he went to the Academy of Fine Arts last time. He is Wu Tong's good best friend, and seems to have a little interest in Zhang Guizi.

This time, he actually followed him. Could he be chasing him home?

Talking about the current situation, Professor Wu has nothing to say, but Wu Song complained a few words, saying that the security of Spring City is getting more and more difficult to manage.

In the final analysis, it's all about Clivia.

Liu Qingshan cheerfully persuaded: "Come on, Brother Wu, if you endure it for two more months, it is estimated that you will be out of the woods soon."

According to the original trajectory, by July, the crazy farce will be over.

"Two months, Qingshan, what do you mean?" Wu Song firmly believed in Liu Qingshan's words.

"The above will not let this situation develop." Liu Qingshan was not easy to say clearly, covered the past, and invited everyone to enter the room.

When entertaining regular guests, he still likes to be in the old house, which is more cordial.

After they entered the room, they found that Wu Tong was already sitting by the kang table, with a little girl on the left and a little girl on the right.

Then Wu Tong was holding a crayon and drawing on the paper.

Obviously, the fourth and fifth were dissatisfied with the eldest brother's paintings, so he happened to be a connoisseur and asked Sister Wu to do it.

While Wu Tong was painting, the two little girls were still adding that the eyes should be big, the face should be round and so on.

Professionals are different. After Liu Qingshan greeted everyone to sit down, just after making tea, they heard the fourth and fifth elders cheering in unison.

The little fourth ran over with the paper: "Brother, look, this is the gourd baby!"

Liu Qingshan looked at it, it was true, it was seven or eight points similar to the original.

Looking up at Wu Tong again, I saw that the latter was looking at him with a smile, and his big eyes narrowly blinked twice.

Only then did Liu Qingshan notice that Wu Tong was holding a piece of paper in his hand, which was the gourd demon he had just drawn, so he didn't feel his old face heat up.

"Sanfeng, your story is very good, and the characters are quite in line with the thinking of children." Wu Tong praised, he thought that this story was originally created by Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan has never had the habit of plagiarizing his own people, so he shook his head:

"It's a cartoon being produced by other art film studios. I'm telling the old four and five to play."

And the fourth and fifth are pestering Wu Tong: "Sister Wu, continue to draw, and draw all the seven brothers and the gourds, and their grandfather!"

"Seven, Feifei, come and help."

Wu Tong beckoned to He Mengfei, and two college students majoring in art were busy working for the two little girls.

After drawing two, He Mengfei found the problem: "These gourd babies all look the same, how can they tell the difference?"

"The color of the gourds on their heads is different," Shan Xing explained.

"Then if you watch black and white TV, you can't tell the difference. Their brothers are like twins. They look exactly the same. How can they tell them apart?"

Well, that seems to be a problem.

So, the two little girls and the two big girls were all thinking hard about it.

Liu Qingshan blinked, many people criticized this in the past life, but for Liu Qingshan, who has experienced information bombardment in the future, this is not a problem.

So he smiled and said, "When the window manages the clouds on the temples, the mirror is decorated with yellow."

Wu Tong couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him: I don't know why, and I still have the mind to read poetry at this time?

Then I suddenly had an idea: the mirror decals are yellow, yes, there is a way!

So she drew a flame shape on the small forehead of a painted gourd doll.

"It's a fire boy!"

"It's Siwa!"

The two little girls immediately slapped their hands with joy, and Xiao Huo, who was sitting on the kang, also slapped the two little slaps stupidly: Huo baby, I am Huo baby!

With this idea, the gourd doll drawn again starts to add marks on the forehead.

Liu Qingshan felt that when the next year, when the production of the gourd baby began, he could ask the fourth and fifth to send a letter to Modu Art Studio to give this suggestion.

If it is feasible, the image of the seven gourd babies will surely be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The little fourth stared at the side with a wide-eyed smile, and suddenly thought: "Sister Wu, it would be nice if you were at our house every day. Big brother tells stories, and you draw them."

Oh, there was a faint blush on Wu Tong's face: "It's a pity that Sister Wu is going to study abroad."

"Where to study abroad?" Liu Qingshan couldn't help but ask.

Wu Tong stretched out his hand and pointed to the east: "Go to the island country."

Liu Qingshan shook his head a little dissatisfiedly: "The paintings of the island country are actually borrowed from our ancient Chinese paintings. It seems to be a bit of a waste of money?"

"It's to learn animation drawing and production. Feifei and I are going." Wu Tong explained.

Only then did Liu Qingshan understand, so he happily joked: "Are you going to be an animation director from now on?"

It's a pity that this stalk hasn't appeared yet, and the two girls nodded sincerely: "It doesn't have to be the director, it may be the animation design."

Like this, Liu Qingshan suddenly had an idea: should we start with the animation industry in the island country?

If you tinker with Cherry Maruko, Dragon Ball, Slam Dunk, and later Digimon and Dead Fire Sea, then you won't be able to dominate the animation industry of the island country.

Speaking of plagiarizing things from the Chinese, Liu Qingshan couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

But getting the little devils' things and earning their money, Liu Qingshan has no pressure.