I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

This is Baicaoshi hearing Pei's family again.

Not only doing business, but also having its own chamber of commerce, this business is quite good.

At present, invitations to the Chamber of Commerce are a tricky matter, and Baicaoshi decided to go to the market to try her luck.

A family of five set off, and the first floor was far away. His existence is to protect secretly, so he is not very close. As for Tie Lanxin, she is not interested in medicinal materials, but wants to go to the commercial market to buy some daily necessities.

Baoen Temple is located in the east of Boyang City, covering a large area and full of incense.

Surrounding the temple, the most distinctive medicinal materials market in Boyang City has developed. It is afternoon, and the flow of people is still strong. In addition to medicine and pesticide dealers, there are also vendors selling authentic snacks.

One of the sugar sellers caught Bai Xiaoshu's attention.

The sugar was contained in an open bowl, showing a jelly-like crystal clear yellow-brown color. The candy seller was an old lady who looked to be in her seventies, had lost a lot of teeth, and was still humming.

When someone buys sugar, she inserts a bamboo stick into the sugar and stirs it, making it into a ball like a snowball. It's not cheap at five cents per candy.

Bai Xiaoshu swallowed. He still remembers his sister saying that sugar should not be eaten too much.

The green-headed man smiled and said, "Oh, I can still see this thing, it's a long memory."

Baicaoshi stepped forward with a smile, "Grandma, here are five sticks of caramel."

The old lady smiled happily, kept her hands on her hands, and said very neatly, "Girl, your accent is from a foreign country, and you know that Boyang's caramel is famous?"

Baicaoshi not only knows it, but also ate it in modern times.

Maltose, also known as maltose, is made from rice, barley, wheat, millet and other grains. It nourishes the middle and Qi, strengthens the spleen and stomach, and is much better than sugar produced by modern industries.

"Grandma, not only I love to eat, but our whole family loves to eat."

When she said "the whole family", she pronounced her words heavily. Zhe Yu looked elsewhere, but his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent.

"Master eats candy. Mother, yours." The third one was given to Zhe Yu, she tilted her head to look at him, then turned the candy in her hand, "Yubao? Eat candy."

It's like... coaxing a child.

Zhe Yu sighed helplessly, this name cannot be changed, took the candy, and took a small bite.

The aftertaste is sweet, with a sense of layering in the mouth, just feel refreshed.

He had no chance to eat these folk foods before.

"Is it delicious?" Baicaoshi blinked her eyes, not forgetting to interact with him.

"You'll know it once you take a bite."

The rest are Baicaoshi and Baixiaoshu.

The old woman began to mutter again. "Shengyang Yiwei Shenzhuqi, Coptidis pinellia tangerine peel, Lingxie Fangfeng Qiang Duhuo, Bupleurum, Baishao, Ginger and Zaosui."

This is what it means to be a master among the people.

Baicaoshi's eyes lit up, and she couldn't care less about eating sweets, "Grandmother, are you reading..."Soup Head Song Jue"?"

"Tangtou Gejue" was written in the Qing Dynasty, and the composition of the prescription was compiled into a songjue for memorization and use.

The old lady shook her head, "I haven't heard what you said. I am old and my memory is not good. I usually memorize it more to prevent forgetting."

Baicaoshi's eyeballs rolled, thinking about it. "Grandma, do you think this is good? You memorize it, and I will help you write it down with pen and ink, so you won't forget it."

Traditionally, prescriptions from doctors have been handed down by word of mouth, and there is no lack of phenomenon of self-preservation. Lead to the loss of prescriptions, resulting in a gap in knowledge and experience. Baicaoshi is also holding the attitude of giving it a try, if the old man refuses, she will not force it.

Unexpectedly, the old woman agreed.

But there is no pen and ink in hand. Baicaoshi decided to borrow it from Baoen Temple.