It took him an entire afternoon to successfully concoct this medicine. By the time he came down from the mountain, the sky was already dark. This was the simplest medicine he had chosen.
The first day passed. The next day, he got up and went to the hill before dawn. After taking care of the herbal field as usual, he started to decoct the decoction. This time, he wanted to change to another decoction, which required more herbs and was more difficult. He was busy for the whole day and used up almost half of the herbs he had bought. He didn't succeed until it was dark.
No, if it goes on like this, I won't be able to make five decoctions in five days. I have to stay up late! Zhang Xiuying called home and told her that he wouldn't go back to sleep tonight. He would stay on the mountain. Although Zhang Xiuying was a little worried, she couldn't persuade her son, so she had to agree. She just told him to be careful. In fact, this was not the first time that he had spent the night on the mountain.
He didn't sleep the whole night until it was about 4 am. He couldn't stand it anymore and slept for more than two hours. Then he got up and ate something. After that, he took care of the herbal field.
That's strange. Why is there no movement? Wang Yao looked at the small area where he had just planted the moonlight plants.
After carefully observing for a moment and confirming that there was no problem, Wang Yao drank a few mouthfuls of ancient spring water. He suddenly felt much more energetic. The tiredness from staying up late last night was also dispelled. He then rode into the town. He had used up a lot of the herbs he had bought yesterday. He planned to buy more today. Out of the five decoctions, he had only successfully decocted two decoctions.
"Young man, why are you here again?" The staff member was surprised when he saw Wang Yao.
"Of course, I'm here to buy herbs," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Herbs? You used all the herbs you bought the day before yesterday?" The staff member was surprised.
"Yes, almost. I'll buy more today."
"What? So fast? Don't tell me you used them as firewood to burn?"
"Of course not. I have money to burn. I'm practicing decoction brewing," Wang Yao said with a smile. He was telling the truth, but the staff member didn't believe him.
"That's right. How much do you need this time?" Although he didn't believe it, these medicines would at most be sold. Since they wouldn't harm anyone, he didn't care so much.
"Three times as much as last time. This is the list."
"So many?!" Although he was surprised, the man still weighed Wang Yao according to his courage and the amount written on the paper. Then, he filled a big sack with Wang Yao.
"Thank you." Wang Yao took it and thanked him.
"Young man, you didn't take the medicine, right?" The medicine seller asked again.
"Ah?" Wang Yao was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant. "No, I didn't eat."
"Oh, that's good. I wish you success!"
"Thank you!"
Wang Yao rode his bicycle back to the village and carried a sack of Chinese herbs up the mountain. He tidied it up a little, sorted it out, and rested for a while. Then, he began to decoct the herbs according to the prescription. He was careful and meticulous, not daring to be careless at all. Even so, he only succeeded in decocting one dose when it was dark.
"This is already the third day!"
After a day of running back and forth and decocting herbs around the fire, even if he had an extraordinary physique, he was a little tired.
"Yao?"
Just as Wang Yao was about to decoct the fourth dose of herbs, his mother, Zhang Xiuying, came up from the foot of the mountain. When she approached the cottage, he smelled a smell of herbs. When she came closer, she found a small pile of dregs in the corner of the cottage. When she entered the cottage, she saw her son lighting a fire. There was a clay pot on the fire. He was decocting herbs there.
"What are you doing?"
"Mom, why are you here?" Wang Yao was stunned.
"You don't come home all day. You're so mysterious. I came to see you. What are you doing?"
"I'm decocting herbs." Wang Yao was silent for a moment. He couldn't think of a suitable explanation, so he simply told the truth.
"Decocting herbs? Where did you learn it from? "Zhang Xiuying was stunned and asked.
"An old Chinese medicine practitioner."
"Yesterday afternoon, Zexiao's parents came to our house with a big bag of things. They said that they wanted to thank you. Are you the one who cured Zexiao's illness?"
"It's not me. It's the old Chinese medicine practitioner. He wrote a prescription and decocted a bowl of herbs." Wang Yao simply mentioned an illusory old Chinese medicine practitioner, hoping to fool his mother.
"What's the old Chinese medicine practitioner's surname? What's his name? How old is he? Where does he live?" He didn't expect that his mother would not be so easily fooled. She asked several questions in a row, as if she was checking his household registration.
"Mom, I promised him that I wouldn't tell anyone, not even you and my dad."
"There are only two of us here. Can you tell me in a lower voice?" Zhang Xiuying looked around and smiled.
"Hey, Mom, a person should be honest!"
"Bastard, you can't even tell me?" Zhang Xiuying said angrily.
"No, I'm sorry. You just need to know that I didn't do anything bad. Come in and sit down!"
While speaking, Wang Yao smelled a slight burning smell.
"Oh no, the herbs are burned!"
He hurriedly took the pot of herbs down, knowing that his efforts were in vain.
"You're not lying to me?" Zhang Xiuying seemed to still not believe her son's words.
"Of course not. Why would I lie to you? I planted herbs myself. I have to know the efficacy of the herbs I planted, right?" Wang Yao said. He couldn't tell his mother that he got a mysterious system and then caused all kinds of miraculous things.
"Do you need my help?"
"There's no need for that. Just sit down," Wang Yao said.
Zhang Xiuying stayed in the cottage for a while and chatted with Wang Yao for a while. After making sure that her son was fine, she went down the hill with relief. After she went down the hill, Wang Yao immediately became busy. He continued to work hard to brew the herbs. After several successful experiments, he found that the ratio of herbs and the brewing time were very important. However, if he added a little ancient spring water to the water, it would effectively increase the success rate. Therefore, when watering the herbal field, he deliberately left some ancient spring water to brew the herbs.
When Zhang Xiuying returned home, Wang Fenghua was smoking. When he saw her come in, he immediately asked, "What is he doing on the hill?"
"Why don't you go and see for yourself?" Zhang Xiuying rolled her eyes at her husband. "He is brewing herbs."
"Brewing herbs?"
"Yes, he said that he learned some skills from an old Chinese medicine practitioner. He wants to try brewing herbs. The herbs that cured Zexiao were made by that old Chinese medicine practitioner."
"Where is the old Chinese medicine practitioner?" Wang Fenghua slightly frowned.
"I asked him, but he didn't say. He said that the old Chinese medicine practitioner didn't allow him to say. How come I didn't know there was such an old Chinese medicine practitioner nearby?"
"Lianshan City is so big. Where have you been? Just let him be for now."
"Okay."
After the discussion, the couple decided not to interfere with their son for the time being.
This night, Wang Yao was still on the hill.
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