Elixir Supplier

"Then what are you calling, I thought I came to the thief again!" Wang Yao smiled and patted the head of the dog. "Thanks to the heroes, thank you, no?"

Wang Wangwang, the dog stretched out his fingers and pointed at the **** rabbit meat, then looked up at Wang Yao.

"What do you mean?" Wang Yaoyi.

"Hey, you don't know how to eat it?" Wang Yao suddenly stunned. "If you eat dog food, you forget it. Dogs can eat meat."

Hey, Sanxian’s voice is a bit low, and staring at Wang Yao’s eyes is a bit strange.

"Shovel, are you stupid, when did I eat raw meat?!"

In the end, Sanxian did not eat raw meat. Wang Yao took it into the house and cooked it in a pot. He did not forget to call the "heroes" on the tree and called it to eat with him. It seems quite generous.

The goshawk standing on the tree swooped down and fell to the dog. He stared at the braised rabbit in the pot. Some hesitated. The dog stretched his paw and pushed the pot to the goshawk. He called it to eat first. .

"Well, Sanxian!" Wang Yao sighed.

This guy is getting more and more elf, and then it won’t be refined.

Wang Yao looked at the three bright lanes with bright hair.

Near the evening, when I went home to eat, Wang Yao found that her mother’s mood seemed to be good, and she was cooking in a small tune.

"Mom, what is so happy?"

"Just, you have a good harvest."

"He, is there anything?"

"Thank you, you gave him a prescription for the wife, and if you ate it, you wouldn't have a diarrhea!" Zhang Xiuying said with a smile.

"Just this thing? I am still happy about why!" Wang Yao smiled.

"This is a happy thing. My son has the skills, I am happy!" Zhang Xiuying said happily.

Wang Yao listened after a while and then felt that his nose was sour.

Yes, parents are so easy to meet.

In fact, parents want their children to be healthy, safe, and happy. This is all right. Even if they suffer hard and suffer, they must let their children be lighter, and their children's progress, a little achievement, even if they are a concern, will make them happy.

Poor parents in the world.

"Mom, I will help you cook." Wang Yao licked his nose.

"Without you, enter the house and warm up, I am so good."

This evening, Wang Fenghua’s mood seems to be very good. When he was eating, he drank a drink.

When Wang Yao unintentionally transferred the panel between the mountains to see the completion of the task, it was found that the progress changed again and became (5/10), which means that there are two more people. These two people should be Wang Fengshou. Couple.

This is also the recognition of the patient or family member in the system prompt.

In the morning, the sun was a little pale.

“Mission (Herbs Garden. III): Within 30 days, successfully planted 100 kinds of herbs, the number of elixir is not less than seven (including the first and second planting of the herb). Reward “Ling Cao Record. Bottom”, prescription A pair of herbs seeds, one skill."

"Finally!"

After hearing this prompt, Wang Yaoxin said.

In fact, it has been a few days since the seedlings have been planted, but he has not heard the system prompts. After the last observation, he knew that the "strength" of this medicine field was not enough, although it was planted later. Lingcao can also grow out, but I am afraid that it will be a few days in the evening, but these days have passed, and there has been no movement. The seeds of the "grass" planted in the ground have not broken ground, although daily I have poured some ancient spring water, but it seems that the effect is not as good as I thought.

Today’s late reminder made him a little relieved and aware of the problem.

The mountain of Nuo Da is not able to provide normal growth of these "spirits". Apart from the so-called "Aura" question, is it also related to the density of planting?

This should also be studied carefully.

"Lingcao recorded. Under" is still recorded in the "spiritual grass" that Wang Yao has never heard.

A set of "Ling Cao Lu" is one of the top and bottom, of which there are a total of 108 kinds of spirit grass. Wang Yao is now planting only ten kinds, and this "spirit grass" also has a high score, divided into three middle and lower products. There are thirty-six kinds of each, and most of them planted by Wang Yao are the next-class spirit grass.

These descriptions and classifications are only mentioned a little in "Ling Cao Recording." In this lower book, a detailed table is listed, which is classified and explained in detail.

Wang Yao looked at it and placed it in the storage grid of the system.

Twenty-three of the twelfth lunar month, the younger year, the sacrifice of the king of the stove.

East Kitchen Secretary.

This is the last festival before the Spring Festival, and the village attaches great importance to it.

The stove prince, the head of the family, is in charge of the diet, and the people are eating for the heavens, and each household has less sacrifices.

Looking forward to his old man, God said good things, the lower bound to protect peace.

On this day, Wang Yao went to the city and took back his old sister.

Wang Ru was quiet in the car, didn't want to be as embarrassed as it used to be, and looked sick.

"What's wrong, sister, is it uncomfortable?"

"Well, I had dinner with my colleagues last night, diarrhea." Wang Rudao.

"Is it taking medicine?"

"Eat, but the stomach is still uncomfortable." Wang Rudao.

"After returning home, I will give you a prescription." Wang Yaodao, the throttle at the foot added.

There was not much time to get home. Wang Yao gave the old sister a number and found that the problem was not big. It should be eating and eating the stomach, stomach discomfort, and need to be adjusted.

"Well, it's quite like it!" Sitting down and drinking hot water, Wang Ru seemed to have recovered some vitality, and began to scream again. She felt that the appearance of her own brother's pulse was quite similar. It’s quite awkward, and it’s okay to go out and fool people.

"Who is the one who learned, the old Chinese doctor who doesn't know where?"

"I went to Lushan." Wang Yao did not talk much, got up and went out to the mountain.

On the way, he quickly read the knowledge base stored in his mind, searching from those medical and drug knowledge, and found the available prescriptions in a short time, and then planted them in his own medicine field. The herbs, the two together, looking for a prescription.

The winter night always comes very early, going late.

Above the Nanshan, the lodge lights up.

The fire is rising, the spring water is boiling, and the medicine is full of fragrance.

Wang Yao is cooking Chinese medicine.

It was smashing, and there was a sound of firecrackers outside.

Someone has begun to send the stove to God, to stay in the New Year, and then invite him back.

Became!

Wang Yao looked at the changes in the "Herbs Pot" and knew that the medicine had been smashed. He took it down and put the prepared medicine into a white porcelain bottle. Then he packed it up and went down the mountain.