Chapter 61 Mountain Spring Water Is Better than Nature

"It's much better. It's better to be my good granddaughter. She's sensible and doesn't make me angry." A smile appeared on the old man's face, and his eyes softened. He was completely a kind elder, completely different from just now.

"I'll feed you some chicken soup." Guo Sirou fed the old man a small bowl of chicken soup.

"Grandpa, Uncle He should bring over the second medicine soon. By then, your health will get better and better." Guo Sirou said with a smile.

"Hey, Grandpa has to thank Sirou very much!" The old man smiled and stroked the woman's hair.

"As long as grandpa is in good health." Guo Sirou said, "I also have to thank that pharmacist."

"Pharmacist, that young man you mentioned?" the old man asked.

"Well, Uncle He said that he is very powerful, he has grown a lot of herbs, and he can also form five elements!"

"Oh, Five Elements Formation, I haven't seen that kind of thing for some years. Grandpa really wants to meet this interesting young man!" In fact, the old man was on the move after hearing his granddaughter mention that the medicine came from that young man. After thinking about it, although he kept saying that he would die sooner or later, he still wanted to live longer. The older a person is, the more he fears death. Besides, he is still a little worried about his children.

"I also want to bring him here to treat you, but when I begged him to save Zhenghe, I promised not to destroy his peaceful life. Moreover, even if I force him to come, he may not be able to treat you," Guo Sirou said. .

"Yes, you say a lot, people must keep their word!"

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Above Nanshan, inside the hut.

A pile of fire, a pot, and the fragrance of medicine.

Wang Yao concentrated on boiling the medicine.

He exchanged "Mountain Essence" and "Guiyuan" from the system, and after he was fully prepared, he began to make "Peiyuan Soup".

Don't rush, cook slowly.

In fact, the process of boiling medicine is also a different kind of enjoyment. Just imagine, combining several different Chinese herbal medicines together, then slowly brewing, and finally obtaining a decoction that can cure diseases and save lives, this is a very fulfilling thing.

This time, there was no accident, and Wang Yao successfully brewed a pair of "Peiyuan Soup".

In addition to boiling medicine, he also planted a spiritual herb.

Frost: Aestivation and long winter, shady and cool nature, clearing away heat and making fire.

The second mission in the Baicaoyuan series of missions required him to plant three kinds of spiritual herbs, and the "Purple Rain" and "Wuvine" he had planted before could also be included in the mission, which made him a little happy, and also It was just that he only needed to plant one kind, so he chose this kind of spiritual grass, mainly because it was winter, which was very suitable for the growth of this kind of spiritual grass.

After another two days, he received a prompt from the system again.

"Task (Baicao Garden. 2): Within ten days, successfully plant 30 kinds of herbs, including three kinds of spiritual herbs. Don't repeat it. If you complete it, you will be rewarded with a pack of herb seeds."

"Task (Baicao Garden. Three): within thirty days, successfully plant a hundred kinds of herbs, and the number of elixir is no less than seven (including the herbs planted in tasks 1 and 2). Reward "Ling Cao Lu. II", prescription One pair, one pack of herb seeds, one skill point."

The rewards of the series of missions are really rich enough.

"Fortunately, I am prepared."

Wang Yao has already purchased enough seeds of common medicinal herbs, but spiritual herbs cannot be purchased, and can only be exchanged through the system's pharmacy.

After these medicinal herbs were planted, the medicinal fields that had just been reclaimed no longer seemed so empty.

Wang Yaozhong didn't have many seeds of each type of medicinal material, but dozens of them. He didn't plan to continue selling these medicinal materials. There were several kinds of spiritual herbs, but he didn't act in a hurry, but wanted to choose some targeted spiritual herbs.

When the weather was getting colder and it was close to the end of December, He Qisheng went up to Nanshan,

Not empty-handed, but with a little gift.

Two mentions of wine, Feitian Moutai; two cigarettes, Yellow Crane Tower.

In fact, he didn't buy these things for Wang Yao, because after several contacts, he speculated that the young man in front of him should not drink or smoke, but he had inquired about his family's news a little bit, and his father liked to drink on weekdays mouth, and likes to smoke, these things were given to Wang Yao's father.

"I can't take these things." Wang Yao said.

"I brought this all up to the mountain, it's too heavy to take it down, you don't want it, just give it away." He Qisheng said with a smile.

"Don't be an example!" Wang Yao didn't care too much after hearing this.

"The medicine is ready?"

"Okay." As soon as Wang Yao changed hands, a white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand, which was still warm.

"I'll transfer the money right away." He Qisheng took the medicine with both hands, extremely cautious.

He knew very well what happened in the capital. A dose of medicine dragged the old chief who was seriously ill and fell into a coma, almost exhausted, from the brink of death. It's getting better, this medicine is priceless!

Wang Yao heard the phone ring in his pocket, and knew that the money should have arrived, so he didn't look at it carefully.

"Is Miss Guo's grandfather better?"

"Much better, thank you very much."

He Qisheng said very sincerely that he had feelings for the old chief, and he was too aware of the significance of the old chief's ability to survive this test. There will be no problem inside.

"That's good."

"Come inside and have a cup of tea."

"Then excuse me!" He Qisheng was very polite.

The hut was neatly tidied up. An ordinary white porcelain teapot and several white porcelain teacups were placed on an ordinary wooden table. They were very clean, and ordinary horses were sitting on them.

The Qimen black tea sent by Wang Yaoxia's Tian Yuantu is ancient spring water.

"Qimen black tea?" Looking at the tea bucket, He Qisheng knew that the tea must be expensive.

Among the black teas, Keemun black tea is the most respected.

"Yes, a gift from a friend." Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Your life is really pleasant, like a hermit in the mountains, which is enviable." He Qisheng praised.

"Thank you, let's drink tea."

"Thank you." He Qisheng took a sip from his teacup.

Rich aroma, mellow taste, meaningful aftertaste.

"Good tea!" He couldn't help admiring, it's not that he hasn't drunk Qimen black tea before, but it's the first time he has tasted it like this.

Fragrant tea and fine wine each have their own characteristics. Some people are addicted to alcohol, while others like to drink tea.

Wang Yao didn't speak, just smiled.

"This tea is good, and this water is also good!" He Qisheng said, pure Keemun black tea may not be able to reach this level, so the taste is half of the credit for the water used to make the tea.

"Mountain spring water is better than nature."