The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 32 - 31. Business has come
Chapter 32: 31. Business has come.
Chapter 32: 31. Business has come.
The next day.
After bidding farewell to Sister Luo and everyone else, Tang Shu shouldered her travel bag and once again stepped into the primitive forests of Yun Province.
In her hand, she held a map drawn by Professor Yu, while the location of Snow Soul Grass was in the southernmost region of Yun Province.
Since she no longer had teammates by her side, Tang Shu’s Inner Strength, which she had been cultivating for some time, came into play, allowing her to move at an astonishing speed, covering a great distance in just a few leaps and bounds.
In less than half a day’s time, she found the place where the Snow Soul Grass grew.
“This place… is indeed very suitable for the growth of Snow Soul Grass.”
Looking around, it seemed as if she was in a natural herb garden. In addition to Snow Soul Grass, there were also a few other rare medicinal herbs.
Tang Shu’s eyes lit up, and a hint of satisfaction flashed across her delicate face.
She took several transplanting tools out of her backpack and began the harvesting work. Aside from Snow Soul Grass, which needed to be uprooted, the rest could be processed on the spot.
However… looking at the glass container in her hand where she placed the medicinal herbs, Tang Shu’s eyes flickered with dissatisfaction.
It seemed she needed to craft some handy tools.
The area in Yun Province bore some resemblance to the Southern Frontier she had visited in her previous life, even the medicinal plants were somewhat similar, which is why after collecting the Snowgrass, Tang Shu followed her instincts deep into the ancient forests.
Angelica sinensis, Eupatorium, and other rare plants like Hundred-Year Ganoderma and Purple Ginseng were carefully processed and entered into Tang Shu’s travel bag.
She aimed her phone camera at a stalk of Purple Ginseng, snapped a photo, then logged into her personal Weibo to start editing.
It was the original owner’s own Weibo.
The original Tang Shu had been planting medicinal herbs with her father since she was young and had set up an account to popularize knowledge of Chinese medicine, accumulating seventy thousand followers by now.
And she planned to continue this habit.
[To Give and to Keep: Purple Ginseng, can promote blood circulation and regulate menstruation, clear the mind and remove irritability, nourish the blood and calm the spirit…]
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Being from the Tang Sect, her understanding of various herbs greatly surpassed that of the original owner. She not only edited the effects but also added several methods for grinding and using ancient prescriptions, writing a full thousand words before she hit send.
More than half a month had passed since the last new Weibo post by the original owner, and as soon as this post went out, people beneath it started to be active again, exclaiming that they hadn’t seen the blogger for a long time.
Tang Shu roughly scrolled through a few comments, then put her phone away to continue with her important work.
As evening approached, she stepped out of the area against the backdrop of the fiery red sunset.
On her way back to the hotel, Tang Shu enjoyed the minority scenery different from the Imperial Capital while observing her surroundings, and she inadvertently noticed a shop exuding an ancient charm and stopped in her tracks.
“Plants & Herbs Hall?”
Through the window, Tang Shu saw several wooden items and a few very delicate airplane models on the shelves, which immediately piqued her interest.
“Ding Dong—”
As the doorbell above the shop’s handle rang, a face with a touch of sassiness appeared from behind the counter, and a hint of amazement flickered in his eyes when he saw Tang Shu.
“Hello, may I help you with something?”
“I would like to take a look first.”
“Certainly, our little shop specializes in wooden crafts and machine models, please feel free to browse.”
Su Xiaochi had always enjoyed admiring beautiful people, so seeing the customer carefully examining the shelves, she propped her chin with her hand and stared unblinkingly at them.
Tang Shu stood in front of a Luban Lock for a while, her gaze sweeping over an Alloy Material Model in front of her, then she turned to look at the counter.
“Do you accept custom orders in your shop?”
“Yes, we do, but… it has to be something challenging.”
Su Xiaochi said with a hint of regret.
She really wanted to accommodate the request of such a pretty customer, but Wen Nuan, being someone with high standards, had become too lazy to get her hands dirty with ordinary items ever since she had the little treasure.
Tang Shu nodded and pulled out several sheets of sketch paper from her backpack, passing them over.
“I greatly admire the craftsmanship of your shop,” she said “if you can create the item from the blueprint, you name the price.”
Su Xiaochi took the sketch, her expression shifting from initial nonchalance to solemnity in just one minute.
When she looked up at Tang Shu, the amazement in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a faint scrutiny.
“The item can be made, but the boss will have to set the price.”
“That’s fine. Additionally, does your establishment handle mailing?”
“To what address?”
“Imperial Capital.”
“In that case, there is no need for mailing. In the Northeast Alley of the Imperial Capital, there’s a Plants & Herbs Hall; the boss is also there. The customer can come to the shop to pick it up, especially since this item is very important.”
Caught off guard, Tang Shu raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement.
“Great, thank you for the trouble.”
After exchanging contact information, Tang Shu left Plants & Herbs Hall.
Watching her silhouette disappear down the street, Su Xiaochi walked over to the copier with several pieces of sketching paper and dialed Wen Nuan’s phone number.
“Got some business for you, guaranteed to pique your interest.”
***
When Tang Shu received a call from Father Tang, she had just stepped out of Imperial Capital Airport.
“Xiao Shu, how are your courses in your freshman year?”
“Going well. How are you managing alone at home? Still adjusting?”
“What’s there to adjust to? When you attended school before, it was just me at home. Don’t worry about it.”
Father Tang’s disposition was hearty, with the distinctive robustness of a man from the North.
“I saw the post you made on Weibo. The recipes for Purple Ginseng are quite unique. I’m planning to try them. Did your mentors teach you these ancient methods?”
Why mention ancient methods?
Because the diction and phrasing Tang Shu used, as well as the tools involved in the Processing, all resonated with an ancient charm, irreplaceable by modern machinery.
“…I came across them in the library. Dad, if you need them, I can make them and mail them to you.”
“No need. I can handle such minor things myself. Just focus on your classes.”
Father Tang immediately refused the offer, “By the way, your mom called last week, saying she hadn’t seen you. Why didn’t you visit?”
Tang Shu remembered the original owner’s fond memories of her mother’s warm family moments and hesitated, suddenly at a loss for words.
“My freshman year courses are quite heavy, I haven’t had time to visit yet.”
Father Tang fell silent on the other end of the line.
His daughter had been in the Imperial Capital since June, long before she had even received her university admission notice.
However, this father wasn’t adept at communicating with his daughter, so he didn’t press the issue, “Alright, do whatever makes you happy. Do you still remember those few phone numbers I left you?”
“I do.”
“If there’s an emergency, reach out to them, no need to be polite.”
“Okay.”
Tang Shu hung up the phone and touched the backpack she carried.
Inside was the original owner’s notebook. When she came to the capital, Father Tang had noted down several contacts in it, old comrades with good relations, who could be called upon if troubles arose.
Yet Tang Shu had never met any of these people from childhood to adulthood, and only heard their names during Father Tang’s occasional phone calls.
