"Much better. My good granddaughter is the best. She's sensible and doesn't make me angry." A smile appeared on the old man's face, and his gaze softened. He was like a completely benevolent elder, completely different from before.
"Let me feed you some chicken soup." Guo Sirou fed the old man a small bowl of chicken soup.
"Grandpa, Uncle He will bring the second decoction here soon. By then, your body will get better and better," Guo Sirou said with a smile.
"Ah, Grandpa has to thank Sirou!" The old man smiled and touched the girl's hair.
"As long as Grandpa is well," Guo Sirou said, "I have to thank the pharmacist."
"Pharmacist, the young man you mentioned?" The old man asked.
"Yes, Uncle He said he is very good. He planted a lot of herbs and knows the Five Elements Array!"
"Oh, the Five Elements Array. I haven't seen that for a long time. Grandpa would like to meet this interesting young man!" In fact, when the old man heard his granddaughter mention that the medicine came from that young man, he had some thoughts. Although he kept saying that he would die sooner or later, he still wanted to live a little longer. The older a person was, the more they feared death. Moreover, although he scolded, he was still worried about his children.
"I also want to bring him here to treat you, but when I asked him to save Zhenghe, I promised not to disturb his peaceful life. Even if I forced him to come, he might not treat you," Guo Sirou said.
"Yes, you said a lot. People have to keep their promises!"
.....
In the cottage on Nanshan Hill.
There was a fire and a pot. The smell of herbs was curling up.
Wang Yao was focused on boiling the decoction.
He exchanged Shanjing and Guiyuan from the system. After he was fully prepared, he began to boil the Regather soup.
He was not in a hurry. He simmered it over a small fire.
In fact, the process of boiling the decoction was a different kind of enjoyment. Imagine, several different kinds of herbs were mixed together, and then slowly boiled. In the end, you could get a decoction that could cure diseases and save lives. It was a very fulfilling thing.
This time, there were no accidents. Wang Yao successfully boiled the Regather soup.
In addition to boiling the decoction, he planted a kind of licorice root.
Cold Frost: Hibernates in summer and grows in winter. It is cool in nature and clears away heat.
In the second mission of the Herb Garden series, he was asked to plant three kinds of Spirit Grass. The "Purple Rain" and "Black Vine" that he had already planted could also be counted in. This made him a little happy. He only needed to plant one more, so he chose this Spirit Grass. The main reason was that it was winter now, which was very suitable for the growth of this Spirit Grass.
Two days later, he received another notification from the system.
"Mission (Hundred Herb Garden 2): Within 10 days, successfully plant 30 types of herbs. Among them, 3 types of spiritual herbs must not be repeated. The reward is a pack of herb seeds. "
"Mission (Herb Garden). 3): Successfully plant 100 types of herbs within 30 days, and the number of spiritual herbs required is no less than 7 types (including the herbs planted in Tasks 1 and 2). Reward: Catalogue of Magic Herbs Part II, one prescription, one pack of herb seeds, and one skill point. "
The rewards of the series of missions were indeed generous.
"Fortunately, I'm prepared."
Wang Yao had purchased enough seeds of ordinary herbs. However, he could not buy Spirit Grass. He could only exchange them through the system's pharmacy.
After these medicinal herbs were planted, the newly cultivated medicinal field did not look so empty anymore.
Wang Yao did not have many seeds of each type of herb. He only had dozens of them. He was not going to continue to sell these herbs. Instead, he was going to use them to make his own medicine. He spent three days planting the seeds of the ordinary herbs. The rest were the Spirit Grass. However, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he wanted to choose some Spirit Grass that was targeted.
Just as the weather was getting colder and it was approaching the end of December, He Qisheng went to Nanshan hill. He did not come empty-handed. He brought some gifts.
Two bottles of wine, Flying Maotai; two cartons of cigarettes, Yellow Crane Tower.
In fact, he did not buy these things for Wang Yao. After several contacts, he speculated that the young man in front of him did not drink or smoke. However, he had inquired a little about his family. His father liked to drink and smoke. These things were for Wang Yao's father.
"I can't accept these things," Wang Yao said.
"I've already brought them up the hill. It would be too heavy if I took them down. If you don't want them, you can give them to someone else," He Qisheng said with a smile.
"Don't do it again!" Wang Yao didn't make a fuss about it.
"Is the medicine ready?"
"Yes." Wang Yao turned his hand. A white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. It was still warm.
"I'll transfer the money right away." He Qisheng took the medicine with both hands. He was very careful.
He was very clear about what had happened in Jing City. A dose of medicine had dragged the seriously ill and almost exhausted old senior official back from the brink of death. He was out of danger. Moreover, his complexion had improved significantly. This dose of medicine was priceless!
Wang Yao heard the phone in his pocket ring. He knew the money must have been transferred to his account. He did not look at it carefully.
"Miss Guo, is your grandfather better?"
"He's much better. Thank you very much."
He Qisheng was very sincere. He had feelings for the old senior official. He knew the significance of the old senior official's recovery. After this tense period, the old senior official would not have any problems for a long time.
"That's good."
"Come in and have a cup of tea."
"Sorry to disturb you!" He Qisheng was very polite.
The cottage was very tidy. On the ordinary wooden table, there was an ordinary white porcelain teapot and a few white porcelain teacups. They were very clean. They sat on an ordinary folding stool.
Wang Yao drank the Keemun black tea from Tian Yuantu. The water was ancient spring water.
"Keemun black tea?" He Qisheng looked at the tea barrel. He knew the tea must be expensive.
Among the black teas, Keemun black tea was the best.
"Yes, a friend gave it to me," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Your life is really comfortable. You're like a hermit in the mountains. I envy you," He Qisheng praised.
"You flatter me. Have some tea."
"Thank you." He Qisheng picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The aroma was strong, the taste was mellow, and the aftertaste was lasting.
"Good tea!" He could not help but praise. He had drunk Keemun black tea before, but it was the first time he had tasted it like this.
Fragrant tea and good wine each had their own characteristics. Some people were addicted to wine, while others liked to drink tea.
Wang Yao did not say anything. He just smiled.
"This tea is good. The water is good too!" He Qisheng said. Pure Keemun Black Tea would not be able to reach such a level. The water used to brew the tea also contributed to the taste.
"The water from the mountain spring is better than natural water."
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