He went into the cottage and took out the herbs. Then he compared them with the knowledge in his mind.
"Angelica, the firewood is too strong. It's too dry. Not good!"
"Astragalus, the skin is too hard. It's hollow. Not good!"
"Salvia miltiorrhiza, thin and light in color. Not good!"
According to the knowledge he had just learned, the herbs he bought seemed to be inferior. Although they could be used as medicine, their medicinal properties were much worse than those of good herbs. If he used good herbs, one dose of medicine might be effective. However, to use these herbs, he needed at least three doses of medicine. Medicine had side effects, and Chinese medicine was the same. Therefore, the preparation was very important. The first thing was to choose good herbs.
"It turns out that there is so much knowledge in it!"
"Ding! Task: Successfully prepare ten medicines in seven days. No repetitions."
"What does it mean by no repetitions?"
"Up to today, I have prepared them before."
"What about ten times for one medicine?"
"Don't show off your IQ!" The system replied with these words.
Damn!
I'm going to be busy again.
Seven days, ten medicines. Very tight.
Wang Yao didn't dare to waste any time. He started to read books and surf the Internet as soon as he entered the house. Coupled with the sudden influx of knowledge in his mind, it took him an entire afternoon to decide on 11 sets of herbs. At the same time, he also listed out the herbs needed to prepare them. There were a total of 57 kinds of herbs, and some of the herbs were universal. This was already considered simple.
The things passed down in China for thousands of years were profound and profound. A person could learn and understand in a lifetime, but it was just a drop in the ocean. The funny thing was that some people abandoned it.
Wang Yao now had some herbs in his cottage. He could decoct one of the medicines.
After confirming the prescription, he chose the herbs, weighed the herbs, washed the herbs, soaked the herbs, and decocted them. He didn't stop, but he was careful and serious. He couldn't be careless.
Ephedra, cinnamon, almond, licorice …
Wang Yao didn't succeed until two o 'clock in the morning. He tried three times in a row.
Ephedra soup, pungent and warm to relieve perspiration.
After tidying up, he rested for a few hours. It was already dawn, so he got up early and started to work. He tidied up the herbal field and watered it with ancient spring water.
After estimating the time, he called home. As he was preparing to enter the city today, he was worried about the herbal field. Therefore, he called home and asked his mother to come over and take care of it.
After Zhang Xiuying went up the mountain, Wang Yao said a few words to his mother, then hurriedly went down the mountain and rode into the city.
"Slow down, brat. You're so flustered."
"Young man, you're here again!" After seeing Wang Yao, the person who bought the herbs was surprised. "What herbs are you buying this time?"
"Here, this is the list." Wang Yao handed over the list with a smile.
"So many?!" The man was shocked.
"Sorry to trouble you."
"Alright, wait a moment."
"Can I go in and take a look?" Wang Yao said. Because those herbs were stored separately, he also took the opportunity to learn.
"Sure, come on."
Following the middle-aged man, Wang Yao came to the place where the herbs were stored. In a large empty room, there were dozens of rows of shelves with boxes on them. Various herbs were stored in the boxes. The iron shelves were labeled, so it was easy to find.
"The ginseng planted here is not old enough."
"The glossy ganoderma is gray in color. The quality is not good."
"The sealwort is much worse than the one I planted."
As Wang Yao walked, he evaluated the herbs in the warehouse according to the system. After walking around, he found that all the herbs in the warehouse were of poor quality. In fact, even the herbs planted by hand were divided into different grades. In some places, the herbs planted in the wild were as much as possible. It was similar to free-range farming. Although the harvest was poor, the quality of the herbs was better. The herbs stored in the warehouse were large-scale farming. The harvest was high and the cost was low, but the quality was also poor.
It took nearly two hours for the man to prepare the herbs Wang Yao needed. He filled two sacks with the herbs.
"Sorry to trouble you," Wang Yao said after paying the money.
"This is my phone number. Next time you come to buy herbs, call me directly." In the end, the man gave Wang Yao his contact information. They had been in contact a few times, so Wang Yao was kind of an acquaintance.
"Okay, I'll go first."
Wang Yao took the contact information left by the man and returned home with the herbs. He took the trouble to go up the mountain.
"Yao, what did you buy?!" Zhang Xiuying looked at her son who was sweating profusely as he carried two big sacks of herbs up the mountain.
"Chinese herbs."
"Chinese herbs? Are you going to decoct the medicine again?" Zhang Xiuying asked.
"Yes," Wang Yao replied. "Leave it to me. You can go back and rest."
"Don't forget to go home for dinner."
"Got it."
After Zhang Xiuying left, Wang Yao began to be busy. First, he sorted out the herbs he bought. Then, he selected the herbs to decoct the medicine according to the prescription. Then, he began the process of decocting the medicine.
The decoction of Chinese herbs was a boring process. It didn't mean that you could just leave it after decocting it. You needed to control the heat. Although Wang Yao now had a treasure like the multifunctional pot for herbs, he still didn't dare to be careless. He always controlled the heat.
In fact, at the beginning of the decoction, Wang Yao also felt that it was boring. It was purely for the sake of completing the task. However, gradually, he found some of the fun in it. Perhaps it had something to do with his own personality. He originally liked to be quiet and liked to study things. There was a lot of knowledge in the decoction of Chinese herbs. He also recorded some of his new discoveries.
That day, at night, he successfully decocted another set of Chinese herbs.
This set of herbs had the same effect as the ephedra decoction he decocted the night before. It was also good for relieving superficies, but the prescription was different.
Wang Yao breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was only eight o 'clock at night. There was still plenty of time to decoct another set of herbs. However, he packed his things and prepared to have a good rest. He wanted to concentrate on the decoction during the day.
After a tiring day, Wang Yao lay down and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, he heard a dog barking outside. He immediately sat up from the bed.
He hurriedly put on his clothes, picked up the flashlight, and the short stick standing at the foot of the wall. He opened the door and rushed out. Then, he saw a figure more than ten meters away. Wang Yao chased for a while and stopped. The person didn't enter the village. Instead, he went deeper into Nanshan Hill.
"San Xian, come back!"
He shouted, and San Xian came back with a limp. This dog was very loyal.
"You came back quickly. It's midnight. You did something wrong. How dare you go deep into the mountain? Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
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