The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

The faint scent of medicine lingered in her nose. Mo Yan's nose moved and she felt that the smell was very familiar. She tilted her head and thought for a while, and finally remembered that she was pricked by thorns when she went into the mountains to look for the red python last year. This person was injured in the middle of the night. A bottle of ointment was delivered. Isn’t that what the ointment smells like?

Speaking of which, this ointment is indeed extraordinary. After applying it twice for the last injury, there were only light red spots left. She knew that such ointment was rare, so she put the remaining half of the bottle in the space for preparation. When needed. The space has a preservation function, and she is not afraid that the medicine will evaporate and expire. This time, she saw that the wound was not particularly serious, so she could wash it with spiritual spring water and apply ordinary wound medicine, but it would take a little longer, so she did not use the bottle of plaster.

Xiao Ruiyuan carefully wiped the wound all over, then found a clean white cloth and wrapped it carefully. He tried the tightness and made sure that the strength of the bandage would not affect the recovery of the wound. Then he asked again with a tigerish face: "Why? What's going on?"

Mo Yan stuck out her tongue and told the truth about the reason for the injury. She was stunned for a moment when she saw the uncontrollable love and self-blame on Xiao Ruiyuan's face.

She was used to his expressionless face and his rarely exposed emotions. Now seeing him showing such an expression, while Mo Yan was secretly enjoying herself, she couldn't bear it anymore and comforted her: "This wound is nothing." , it’ll be fine in a few days, really!”

Xiao Ruiyuan gently held her hand and stared at the back of her hand without saying anything. He didn't know if he heard it.

The back of his hand seemed to be burning. Mo Yan couldn't adapt to his behavior and quickly changed the subject: "I went into the mountains yesterday and gained a lot. I found a ginseng of high age, but I'm not sure how old it is. , you sit down first, I’ll show it to you right now.”

After saying that, before Xiao Ruiyuan could speak, she hurried to the bedroom without forgetting to close the bedroom door.

Xiao Ruiyuan's eyes lit up, obviously looking forward to the high-aged ginseng that Mo Yan mentioned. Even if it wasn't Millennium Ginseng, the woman's thoughtfulness moved him deeply. Just looking at her left hand shaking as she walked, her unretracted hand clenched tightly into a fist, and finally let go as if nothing had happened. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Mo Yan entered the space and came to the spiritual spring. When she saw that the dozens of ginseng trees transplanted yesterday, the branches and leaves were much greener, and even the originally blooming red flowers had set seeds, she was immediately happy.

When these seeds are mature, they can be harvested and planted to grow into ginseng. Although there were not many ginseng transplanted yesterday, with these seeds, it will not take long for her to have a large ginseng field.

The two oldest ginseng trees closest to Lingquan have also undergone some changes. In addition to the branches and leaves turning green and bearing seeds, two young leaves have also grown. It is obvious that they are very vital. Even if they are not transplanted into the space, they will still grow. There is still room to grow.

Carefully digging up one of the ginseng plants, Mo Yan took a closer look. It was probably due to the dual nourishment of spiritual energy and spiritual springs. The skin of the ginseng seemed to have become smoother. Even if you didn't get close to smell it, you could still smell it. A hint of ginseng.

Seeing that there was some dirt on it, Mo Yan gently wiped it off with his hands, found a wooden box and put it in, and then took it out of the space. If the ginseng is less than a thousand years old, she can plant it back in the space again and let it grow into a thousand-year-old ginseng. When it is grown, take it out and say that you have found another tree in the mountains without arousing suspicion.

Xiao Ruiyuan took the wooden box and opened it on the table. When he saw the human-shaped ginseng lying inside, his deep pool-like eyes showed obvious fluctuations.

Seeing this, Mo Yan felt a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart, and her tone became much lighter: "Brother Xiao, can you tell its age? Is it a thousand years old?"