I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 198 Pray to the ground for a pinch of grass fragrance (ask for a monthly ticket)

  Suddenly, it seemed that everyone was going to Yanjing.

  Actually, it is conceivable that Baicaoshi probably enjoys walking with Yuan Xian very much. He is well-informed and refined, so he will act as a tour guide and add meal tickets at that time, leisurely and leisurely.

  However, the little girl does something and does not do it. Zhe Yu has already expressed her heart, so she will keep an appropriate distance from other members of the opposite sex. Yuan Xian gave her an olive branch several times. Although she didn't think he had feelings for her, she always wanted to make friends.

  Besides, there is still a bigger gap in front of them, and it is difficult to be friends.

  She smiled and remained polite, "Thank you Yuan Taozhu for the invitation, I have no plans to go to Yanjing for the time being."

"Oh," Yuan Xian raised his eyes and looked up and forward, "Yanjing is a grotesque world. People who are interested in making a fortune want to go, and those who hang around want to go; Water is intoxicating. Miss Bai, don’t you seem to be interested in these things?”

  He is reminding her that Zhe Yu will linger and forget to return? He must not know that Zhe Yu is the male protagonist, the male protagonist of Destiny's Child.

   "I'm interested, but the time has not yet come. The tea has been drunk, but my medicine has not been finished yet. Yuan Taozhu please do it yourself."

   This is an order to evict guests.

  Yuan Xian is a gentleman, so naturally he will not hang on. He put down the cup of hot and cold tea, "I know that Dendrobium flowers are difficult to pick, but I also want to thank the girl for her kind hospitality. The money is owed first, and I will pay back the money I owe to the girl later."

   As he spoke, he walked out of the door, and saw the green-headed man, holding a dustpan in his arms, and the dustpan was full of herbs.

   Regarding the identity of the green-headed man, it's not that Shi Yuanxian of Dongli Villa has never guessed it, but he has indeed seen the appearance of the king of medicine, which is quite different from the green-headed man, so he didn't think about it.

  When the green-headed man arrived in Wanzhou, Baicaoshi was busy with all kinds of things, and he had to play a guest doctor. How could he hide his good medical skills.

   "Senior Medicine King, you really kept it from us!"

"The old man doesn't understand a word of what you are talking about, the owner." The green-headed man fiddled with the herbs in the dustpan, rolled his eyelids, "Old man, I am a lonely family with no one to take care of me, and life is difficult. No, here in Shishi Mix it up and eat."

  Yuan Xian then shouted at the hall: "Miss Shishi, she is really kind. If one day, Yuan's management is not good and she loses her livelihood, I hope Miss Shishi will take me in because of her old friends!"

  Baicaoshi was standing under the eaves, holding a bowl for grinding medicine. "Ha, Yuan Tao Zhu is really good at joking. All the merchants in the world have closed down. I think you will still be prosperous. My small temple can't accommodate a big Buddha like you."

   "Then, let's borrow a good word from the girl." As he said, he shook the sleeves of his toga and walked away.

   Baicaoshi looked at his back as he went away.

   Today they can still talk and laugh happily, but once that layer of paper is torn, he knows all her relatives and weaknesses, will there be a day when swords will face each other?

  **

  At night, before going to bed, Baicaoshi grabbed a handful of millet and went to the pigeon coop. Sure enough, she saw the pigeon coming back from the outside, flapping its wings.

  Zhe Yu's itinerary is different every day, and it is really amazing to find pigeons.

   Open your palms and reward the pigeons. "Be good, my little Gege, you are awesome! Thank you for your hard work!"

  The pigeons pecked at her palm, eating happily. She untied the letter from the pigeon's leg.

  After returning to the room, unfolding the letter paper, the appearance of Zhe Yu writing at the desk came into view.

   "Poetry, words are like faces. Your red beans have been received, and a piece of paper is so powerful that I understand it."

  Baicaoshi laughed out loud, how did the ink she accidentally dropped turned into red beans? I'm afraid Zhe Yu is not color-blind, can't tell the difference between red and black?

  But Yu Bao has a rich imagination, he endows such a beautiful meaning to every dot.

  She continued to look down.

"I have entered the border of Jiannan. There has been a lot of snow here, and the land is vast. When it is sunny, the bamboo in the inn is still tall and straight. When I think of the fresh bamboo leek in Lixia, the aftertaste is just like you. "

  Baicaoshi hugged the letter and pressed it to her chest, as if the letter was also stained with the breath of folded feathers.

  It seems to have returned to the modern age, the age when teenagers and girls first began to write love poems.

  She took out a pen and paper and wrote the letter again.

  This time, we can no longer engage in abstract ghost paintings. Maybe what is the meaning that he interpreted?

  But his letter gave her a lot of inspiration, and she suddenly had many ideas.

   "Baby Yu, Happy Zhanxin."

"My teacher once said something like this. I prayed on the ground, built soil for an altar, and picked grass for incense, just to distribute these natural gifts to the closest people in exchange for peace and joy. I didn't understand before , I just think it is very romantic and interesting. Now, I really want to do it myself. Honeysuckle in spring, fresh bamboo juice in summer, bergamot in autumn, and plum blossom stuffing in winter. There are 24 solar terms in a year, and each has its own deliciousness. I am very fortunate to have someone who can wait for a flower to bloom and a plant to bear fruit together.

   "When you come back, plum blossom brew is waiting for you. Oh, by the way, the academy's agricultural and mulberry medical care base has started."

  After finishing writing, she couldn't wait to run to the pigeon coop again.

   After finishing everything, clap your hands and walk to the room. Under the eaves and porch, Baili, Baixiaoshu, Luluweng, and Zhenyilou are all watching.

   "Little Cao'er, why aren't you sleeping? It's the middle of the night, so don't catch a cold." Mrs. Bai Li came over to hold her hand.

  Baicaoshi squeezed her fingers into her sleeves, "Mother, I'm fine, I'll go to sleep right away."

   "Sister, the pigeon is tired, let it rest." This is Bai Xiaoshu.

  Baicao Poetry: "Well, I know, today is Xiao Gege, tomorrow is Elder Brother."

  By the way, for the pigeons of Baicao Poetry, the female is called Xiao Gege, and the male is called Elder Brother.

  **

   On the second day, Baicaoshi went to Quanjufang and explained the precautions for health-preserving medicinal diet in winter. When the class was over, I happened to hear a few college students gathered around a table, having a lively discussion, and Bu Zhan was the leader.

"I have never heard of a sun room. How do crops grow in the house? All I can think of is to leave some holes on the walls and sheds to let the light in. The light is too much. And if this is the case, the winter house It's going to be cold."

  The student of the carpenter's family who spoke was named Ping Sheng.

"The person who wrote the recruitment is really whimsical. I went to Zangshuge to look through the books for a whole day, but I didn't see a house that can see through the light. If you open an account, you can't guarantee the temperature." This is the son of a glass merchant, named It's called Luo Chen.

Bu Zhan stepped on the chair with one leg, leaning on the cheek with his hand, with a bold and unrestrained look, "Let's open our minds, what can light shine on? If this kind of thing is used as a roof, it will solve the problem of light. Yet?"

  Baicao Poetry has to sigh with emotion that the wisdom of the ancients is very strong. If it is not limited by productivity, they probably have figured out a way.

  Luo Chen patted his thigh, inspired, "I know, a mirror. A mirror can reflect light."

  (end of this chapter)