I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Baicaoshi called out the system Plantaginis in the sea of ​​knowledge.

The sound of "ding ding ding" is endless. "Oh my god, dear host, you are so capable. There are so many of them! How did you get them? These are all prepared medicinal materials, with higher points, you are rich!"

Because of being too excited, the synthesized voice of Plantago Seed became thinner.

Baicaoshi waved his hand, very heroic, "Do the math, how much is it worth?"

Plantago seed gave a number without hesitation, "Two thousand and eighty-five points."

From this point of view, it is also very easy to get the points. If you rob the Valley of the Medicine Kings again, you will bid farewell to abject poverty. Baicaoshi coughed and couldn't help smiling, "Well, I won't enter it for the time being. I want to buy a medicinal diet book from the points mall, and you can recommend it."

"Why not record it? The price will be lowered!" The enthusiasm of Plantago Seed was extinguished at the speed of a tornado, but she still endured her grief to answer Baicaoshi's question, ""One Hundred Books of Soup for the Whole Family" is worth 30 points; "" The recipe is on the left, the medicinal diet is on the right", worth fifty-two points; "The Encyclopedia of Chinese Medicinal Diets", worth one hundred points, "1000 kinds of health-preserving medicinal diets"..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Baicaoshi interrupted Plantaginis angrily, thinking that she was too shy to enter the mulberry branches and mulberries last time, earning 75 points, and going up the mountain for the first time, there are still 10 points left . "It's time for "The Encyclopedia of Chinese Medicinal Cuisine". You can give me a 20% discount."

"No discount!" Plantaginaceae replied decisively, "You can enter these proprietary medicines for the parts that are not enough! Whatever you want is fine."

Traitor! Traitor through and through!

The head of Baicao Poetry holds its head firmly, the poor cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be subdued. "I won't buy it unless there is a discount. I want the "Food Recipe on the Left, Medicinal Diet on the Right". Believe it or not, if I misappropriate these medicinal materials, say Maybe you don’t know how you died, and no one will record it in Materia Medica for you.”

Plantago Seed probably realized the urgency of the matter, and said, "Then give you a 20% discount, and I will give you the whole book. Dear host, you must be well."

After Baicaoshi got the book, she quickly flipped through it.

That's great, tonight's full banquet of Manchu-Han medicinal food is about to be played.

**

It was getting late.

The ox cart was slow, and the old ox was also tired all day, wheezing and wheezing back and forth for dozens of miles.

Zhe Yu sat upright in the car, the glow of the setting sun cast a layer of warmth on him and concealed the coldness between his brows. He holds a pen in one hand, uses his legs as a table, and traces.

The little tree next to it has never stopped sighing, has it been a thousand times?

"Sister...brother-in-law, how can we find my sister?"

"Brother-in-law, do you think my sister will be in danger? My sister is so beautiful."

"Brother-in-law..." His mouth was bigger than a pear stuffed, "Your picture is so similar, it's my sister, my sister!"

Yes, Oriha drew a portrait of Baicaoshi.

He seemed calm, even composed. In fact, he was so anxious that he didn't even bother to take a sip of water. The portrait was completed, he folded it and put it in his arms, "By the time we arrive, the market should be gone. Then take this portrait and ask from door to door."

This is a huge project, but Oriha's words are firm and unquestionable.

Bai Xiaoshu was also discouraged. Even Bingjiao's brother-in-law can do this, so his own brother is naturally duty bound.

**

The sundial of time, after Xu time.

The lakeside pavilion of Dongli Villa has been properly arranged.

The guests from Yanjing and the owner of the villa came to the pavilion under the guidance of Huanyan.

"Is this smoked wormwood?" the owner of the villa asked.

He was twenty-seven or eight years old, dressed in light clothes, with a wide robe and big sleeves, the corners of which were like water waves, and sandalwood was scattered as he walked, like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The eyebrow color is like the deep black of the distant mountains, but it is not feminine, the nose hangs under the eyebrows, and the thin lips are slightly pursed. He looked at the people who smoked wormwood, his eyes slanted, and he had a style.