MTL - I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs-Chapter 28 Toga with big sleeves

  Chapter 28 The Toga with Big Sleeves is Merry

  Baicaoshi calls out the system Plantago in the sea of ​​knowledge.

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

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

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

  Psyllium Radix gave a number without hesitation, "Two thousand and eighty-five points."

   From this point of view, it is 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, and the medicinal diet is on the right", worth 52 points; "Compendium of Chinese Medicinal Diets", worth 100 points, "1000 kinds of health-preserving medicinal diets"..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Baicaoshi interrupted Plantago angrily, thinking that she was too shy to enter the mulberry branches and mulberries last time, and earned 75 points. The first time I went up the mountain, I still had 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 is firmly held high, the poor and the humble cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be subdued. Maybe you don’t know how you died, and no one will record it in Materia Medica for you.”

  Psyllium probably realized the urgency of the matter, and said, "Then I will 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 herbal cuisine is about to start.

  **

  It's 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 in the car with a straight posture, the glow of the setting sun hit him, warming him up and concealing the coldness between his brows. He holds a pen in one hand, uses his legs as a table, and traces.

  Bai Xiaoshu next to him 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 painting is so similar, it's my sister and 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 is twenty-seven or eight years old, dressed in light clothes, with a wide robe and large sleeves, the corners of which are like water waves, and sandalwood is scattered while walking, 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.

  (end of this chapter)