I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Baicaoshi rushed into the room, closed the door, and found the paper.

Thinking about what a romantic scene it is to add fragrance to the red sleeves. Now, she is alone with a lamp, studying ink alone, and wants to send her thoughts on letter paper.

However, after working hard on Mo Jing, he just took this opportunity to calm down and think about the composition of the letter. Didn't the ancients pay attention to the idea of ​​writing first, and the smoothness of mind and hands?

After grinding the ink ingot, put it aside gently, while Baicaoshi holds the pen with a heavy hand.

The first word can't fall.

What to write?

"Talk about the weather? Will Yu Bao think I'm idle?"

"Or, report what you did today? No, no, it's like a running account."

"Modern essays are all in three paragraphs. How about a total score?"

Baicaoshi was talking to himself, murmuring.

The ink on the tip of the pen condensed and finally dripped onto the paper, forming a black dot.

What a shame, Wanzhou paper is expensive, a waste of paper.

She was not happy, and flicked the pen a few times, and there were a few more dots on the paper. Deep and shallow, thick and dry, different sizes.

She played wild, dipped in the ink again, and dotted some randomly.

Baicaoshi held up the paper and pointed at the small oil lamp, "Haha, there is a polka-dot queen in modern times, and I am the Da Yan version of the ink-dot queen. It's so fashionable, I don't know if Zhe Yu can understand it."

Forget it, stop writing.

She casually laid the paper flat on the desk, waited for it to dry naturally, and called out the system psyllium.

"Wow, dear host, you haven't done a mission for a long time, I thought you forgot about me." Plantago Seed changed into a showman in seconds, and came up to cry a few times.

"Don't cry, it's not a cute psyllium if you cry your nose. Am I here to record it?"

As expected, the artificial intelligence Plantago didn't perform, and her eyes shone brightly on Baicaoshi's pupils. "Dear host, what new herbal medicine has been discovered this time?"

"It's not herbal medicine, it's a prescription for oral Mafeisan!" Baicaoshi took it out from the table case, and it was written by Zhe Yu before, and Zhe Yu's handwriting was a hundred times more beautiful than her own.

"Oh oh oh!" Plantago turned into a big rooster, and the emotions were overly emotional and overly emotional. "Amazing! Dear host, you are definitely the hardest-working, most capable, most innovative, and best host I have ever seen. You even made the ancient Mafeisan prescription. This is a great achievement for the history of ancient medicine. It might take another few hundred years. You are witnessing and writing history!"

Baicao Poetry has long been familiar with its high hat. As an artificial intelligence, there is no brilliance of reason at all, so it is embarrassing to say.

The prescription is entered, and the system beeps.

"Oral Mafei powder was first circulated in the "Qing Nang Shu", the inventor Hua Tuo. Because Hua Tuo suggested that Cao Cao perform a craniotomy and use Mafei powder, Cao Cao suspected it and executed him. The prescription of Mafei powder was destroyed. The disappearance of the human world has become an irreparable shortcoming in the history of anesthesia! Today, Baicaoshi has regained the Mafeisan prescription, adding another touch to the history of anesthesia in China. The prescription rewards 1,000 points. Because of its historical significance and clinical significance, a special reward of 5 A thousand points, a total of six thousand."

Six thousand!

Baicao took a deep breath. The last time she got so many points, it was because she entered the keel. Not ordinary fossils, but fossils engraved with oracle bone inscriptions. The last time her points exceeded 10,000, now it is close to 18,000.

"Psyllium, I want to exchange herbal seeds on a large scale." Baicaoshi waved her small hand, slapped the page of the list in the plan on the table, and said in high spirits: "According to what you said, I will be in this otherworldly continent." Plant a herb conservation base to preserve the gene bank of civilization for future generations."

Plantago croaked and applauded in the sea of ​​consciousness, so excited that it almost burst into tears.

Before Baicaoshi, no host had ever done this. Baicao Conservation Base, Civilization Gene Bank, these words alone make Plantaginaceae excited.

The host is powerful, and the psyllium can't be petty. "Dear host, you can choose whatever you want in the Points Mall, choose whatever you want."

Baicao Poetry opened the Points Mall. Now she unlocks more Materia Medica.

There is still no agarwood and saffron, and the snow lotus is so expensive.

She started placing orders frantically.

In the past, she exchanged seeds, and the unit was measured in grams and plants. Now she presses the catties and furrows.

"Bring a bed of Huoshan Dendrobium seedlings."

"No, not so many. At most a hundred."

"Two catties each of the six white seeds."

"Atractylodes macrocephala, Bai Fuling, no problem. Baiji and Bailian, one and a half catties. Baishao, only eight taels..."

Conversations like the one above continue.

As a result of being rich and powerful, Baicaoshi emptied out the existing herbal seeds and seedlings in the points mall, and finally the mall had to pay on credit.

"Cute psyllium, your mall is too searchable."

The psyllium only felt a slap in the face, "Dear host, the seeds you got are all in the real world. It is normal to be out of stock and out of stock. I will apply with the general system of Baicaoyuan and I will give it to you immediately." Transfer goods."

Baicaoshi counted the seeds and seedlings in the room, and the establishment of the Baicao Conservation Base is imminent.

She picked up the ink dot paper on the table, went to the pigeon coop in the yard, secretly folded the paper into small strips, and tied them to the legs of the pigeons.

"Be good at pigeons, go and find Yu Bao, tell him I'm fine, don't worry about me."

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

"Hmph, who said you don't miss and don't write letters before! Women, tsk tsk, the one who is most emotional is destined to hurt the most." Hongqu patted her mouth after watching a good show, and went back to sleep.