"Then why are you barking? I thought there was a thief!" Wang Yao patted San Xian's head with a smile. "Have you said thank you to Da Xia?"
Woof! Woof! San Xian pointed at the bloody rabbit meat with his paw and looked up at Wang Yao.
"What do you mean?" Wang Yao was stunned.
"Oh, you don't know how to eat it, right?" Wang Yao suddenly understood. "You're used to eating dog food. Have you forgotten that dogs can eat meat?"
Woof! San Xian's voice was a little low. He stared at Wang Yao with a strange look.
"Poop-picker, are you stupid? When have I ever eaten raw meat?"
In the end, San Xian didn't eat raw meat. Wang Yao took it into the house and put it in a bowl. He didn't forget to bark twice at Da Xia in the tree, signaling him to come down and eat with him. It seemed that he was quite generous.
The goshawk standing on the tree swooped down and landed beside the dog. It stared at the braised rabbit meat in the basin with some hesitation. The dog stretched out its paw and pushed the basin in front of the goshawk, telling it to eat first.
"Well done, San Xian!" Wang Yao sighed.
This guy is getting more and more clever. If it goes on like this, will it become a spirit?
Wang Yao looked at the shiny fur of San Xian and thought to himself.
When it was close to evening, Wang Yao went home for dinner. He found that his mother seemed to be in a good mood. She was humming a little tune while cooking.
"Mom, why are you so happy?"
"Just now, your Uncle Fengshou came by."
"He? What's the matter?"
"Thank you. You gave his wife the medicine. She didn't have diarrhea after taking one dose!" Zhang Xiuying smiled.
"That's it? I thought it was something to be happy about! "Wang Yao smiled.
"This is something to be happy about. My son is so capable. I'm happy!" Zhang Xiuying said happily.
Wang Yao was stunned and felt a little sad.
Yes, parents are so easy to satisfy.
In fact, as parents, they all hoped that their children could be healthy, safe, and happy. That was enough. Even if they had to endure hardships, they wanted their children to live a lighter life. A little progress, a little achievement, or even a word of concern from their children would make them happy.
What a pitiful parent's heart.
"Mom, I'll cook for you," Wang Yao said as he rubbed his nose.
"There's no need for that. Go inside and get warm. I'm almost done."
That night, Wang Fenghua seemed to be in a good mood. During dinner, he drank an extra glass of wine.
When Wang Yao unintentionally opened the panel to check the status of the mission, he found that the progress had changed again. It became (5/10), which meant that there were two more people. These two people should be Wang Fengshou and his wife.
This was also the acknowledgment of the patient or family members in the system notification.
In the early morning, the sunlight was a little pale.
"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 Two, one prescription, one bag of herb seeds, and one skill point. "
"Finally, it's done!"
After hearing the notification, Wang Yao was overjoyed.
In fact, those licorice roots had been planted for a few days, but he did not hear any notification from the system. After his last observation, he knew that the soil in the herb garden was not strong enough. Although the licorice roots could grow later, it would take a few days. However, these days, there was no news. Even the seeds of the licorice roots did not break through the soil. Although he watered them with ancient spring water every day, the effect was not as good as he expected.
Today's belated notification made him heave a sigh of relief, and he also realized the problem.
Such a big mountain could not support the growth of these licorice roots. Apart from the problem of the so-called Spiritual Qi, was it also related to the density of the plants?
He had to study it carefully.
The Catalogue of Magic Herbs – Part Two still recorded licorice roots that Wang Yao had never heard of before.
There were 108 types of licorice roots in the Catalogue of Magic Herbs. Wang Yao had planted no more than 10 types of licorice roots. These licorice roots were also divided into three grades, with 36 types in each grade. Most of the licorice roots planted by Wang Yao were of the lower grade.
These descriptions and classifications were only briefly mentioned in the Catalogue of Magic Herbs – Part One, but in the Catalogue of Magic Herbs – Part Two, there was a table with detailed descriptions and classifications.
Wang Yao flipped through it and put it in the storage of the system.
On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year, the Kitchen God was worshiped.
The Eastern Kitchen God.
This was the last festival before the Spring Festival, so the village attached great importance to it.
The Kitchen God was the head of the family and was in charge of food. Food was the most important thing to the people, so every family had to worship him.
They hoped that the Heavens would say good things and that the Lower World would be safe.
On this day, Wang Yao went to town to pick up his sister.
Wang Ru was quiet in the car. She was not as chatty as she used to be. She looked sick.
"What's wrong, sister? Are you not feeling well?"
"Yes, I had dinner with my colleagues last night and had diarrhea," Wang Ru said.
"Have you taken any medicine?"
"Yes, but my stomach is still not feeling well," Wang Ru said.
"I'll prescribe some medicine for you when we get home," Wang Yao said and stepped on the accelerator.
They arrived home soon. Wang Yao checked his sister's pulse and found it was not a big problem. It should be a stomachache from eating something. She just needed to recuperate for a while.
"Good, you're good at pretending!" Wang Ru sat down and drank some hot water. She seemed to have recovered some energy and began to show off again. She felt her brother's act of checking her sister's pulse was quite convincing. It should not be a problem for her to fool others.
"Who did you learn this from? Is it that old Chinese medicine doctor whose whereabouts are unknown?"
"I'll go up the hill." Wang Yao did not say much. He got up and walked up the hill.
On the way, he quickly browsed through the knowledge bank stored in his mind, searching from the medical and medicinal knowledge. It didn't take long for him to find a usable prescription. Then, he combined the two together and found a prescription for the herbs that he was planting in his own medicinal field.
The winter night always came early and left late.
On Nanshan Hill, the light in the cottage was on.
The fire rose, the spring water was boiling, and the smell of herbs filled the air.
Wang Yao was decocting the Chinese medicine.
Crackle, crackle, crackle. The sound of firecrackers came from outside.
Some people had begun to send the Kitchen God to heaven. They would invite him back on New Year's Day.
It's done!
Wang Yao saw the changes in the multifunctional pot for herbs and knew the decoction was ready. He took the pot and poured the decoction into a white porcelain bottle. He then cleaned up and went down the hill.
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