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This is not a job that laymen can do. First, the fluff outside the velvet antler must be burnt to clean it.

Then scrape it again with glass ballast. The reason for using glass ballast is also an old tradition. Many Chinese medicines are more taboo against iron objects, so use as little as possible.

Then there are different processing methods, which can be ground into velvet powder or sliced.

The dumb grandpa’s method is to pour white wine into the face along the cut surface. After soaking, put it upside down and steam it in a pot, and finally slice it and dry it in the shade.

This is also a relatively common processing method, because the antler needs to be turned upside down when pouring wine, so the essence of the whole antler is mostly deposited on the top of the antler.

Although they are slices of the same velvet antler, they are actually very different. The quality of the root is the worst, while the top is the best, and the price is of course higher.

Therefore, when buying deer antler, there are still many things to say, and the price will often vary by more than ten times.

And the most powerful one is the velvet blood wine, but unfortunately, the velvet blood is really limited, there are about 20 male deer in total, and less than [-] catties of velvet blood wine can be obtained.

All the old men in the village stared at the pink antler blood wine with sparkling eyes.

This thing is the real nourishment.

After the deer herd had eaten and drank enough, they left as usual, and they could cut another crop in June. Of course, the quality was slightly worse than this time.

This time the velvet cutting went smoother than expected, so Liu Qingshan was in a good mood, and promised that after the velvet blood wine soaked for a month, each household would be given a catty.

"What's so good about a catty? I'll lose it in one meal." Zhang Ganzi yelled that it was too little.

"This thing is enough to drink a small cup for a meal. If you drink a catty at a time, you will have to toss the kang down." Dashuai Zhang also gave instructions to Zhang Ganzi.

Everyone laughed and joked, and gradually dispersed, Liu Qingshan greeted the guests, and went home to continue eating, the meal was just halfway through.

This time, Grandpa Dumb and Gao Feng also joined the dinner table. Master Yao from the pharmaceutical factory and Grandpa Dumb were also considered to be half of the same company. They chatted enthusiastically with each other, but they needed Liu Qingshan or Gao Feng to be interpreters by the side.

"There are so many good herbs on the mountain, haha, I want to stay here with you, go to the mountain to collect herbs every day, and keep fit." Master Yao also looked envious when he heard that.

Another master Yang suddenly asked: "Qingshan, you still can't find wild ginseng in your forest. It must be old ginseng. During the Chinese New Year, someone asked me for help and asked me to help scavenge." Touch one."

Of course, there is no shortage of wild ginseng in their pharmaceutical factory, but the old wild ginseng of decades or hundreds of years is hard to come by.

this?

Liu Qingshan also hesitated, and then looked at Master.

Of course, the old man had ginseng. His master showed him the ginseng field, and even dug up a ginseng plant to treat Gu Junshan, an expert in paleontology and fossils.

But those old mountain ginseng belonged to the dumb grandfather, Liu Qingshan can't easily decide.

Master Yang observed his words and expressions, and immediately exclaimed: "Brother dumb, you don't really have it in your hand, right? In any case, you have to help me!"

Chapter 397 Gourd Demon and Gourd Baby

Master Yang from the pharmaceutical factory described the situation: it was a friend of his who brought a Hong Kong businessman to his door.

Ginseng is not the Hong Kong businessman, he is also entrusted by others.

It is said that it is an old man from Baodao. He is over 80 years old and terminally ill. He wants to go back to his hometown to have a look.

In the end, an old Chinese doctor prescribed a prescription, saying that it can last for three years, but the main medicine in it is old wild ginseng.

Liu Qingshan has no way of judging the authenticity of this matter, but judging from the current folk customs, it is more likely to be true.

As for how to make a decision, he had to follow the wishes of his master.

The dumb grandfather gestured a few times, and Liu Qingshan said to Master Yang: "I am the master who said, make the best use of everything."

Make the best use of everything, this is the most simple concept of the dumb grandfather. In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low for various herbs, as long as they can make the best use of everything, it is worth it.

Is this a promise?

Master Yang also had a happy face: "Don't worry, the price is not a problem. The starting price is 2 yuan. Every ten years or so, the price will increase by [-] yuan."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "It's not about money, my master asked, can I have a look at that prescription?"

This is the strength of the dumb grandpa. He can naturally know whether what the other party said is true or not when he looks at the compatibility of the prescription.

If it is not true, then he must be reluctant to dig out an old ginseng plant, after all, one tree is one less.

But Master Yang misunderstood, and thought that the dumb grandpa wanted to steal other people's prescriptions, so he couldn't help showing embarrassment: I can't make the decision on this matter, so I have to call and ask.

This is more laborious, and several people have to be transferred in the middle. It is estimated that it will take two days to reply.

Liu Qingshan entrusted Gao Feng and Lu Xiaolong to be responsible for the construction of the pharmaceutical factory, and he only visited occasionally to give some constructive suggestions.

This group of people, if they don't experience it, will never be able to be independent.

There is basically no need to rebuild the factory building, but the original equipment for processing wild vegetables is transported to the Jiapigou Wild Vegetable Factory opposite.

After freeing up space, the newly shipped equipment will be installed and debugged. It is estimated that it will take less than a month, and it will not be completed.

The construction of several factories is in full swing, and Liu Qingshan follows the old people in the village to plant trees every day.

If it catches up with the rest day, there will be a lot of kids.

In fact, in Liu Qingshan's eyes, the meaning of planting trees is even greater than those factories.

When I am not working, I will also carry a small basket and lead the fourth and fifth to dig some mother-in-law and shepherd's purse.

Now the vegetation has just emerged, and other wild vegetables have not grown yet.

The little white ape also squatted on the ground, picked up a few leaves of mother-in-law with its small paws, and stuffed them into its small mouth.

After chewing it twice, the twitching little face became even more twitching, and the mother-in-law Ding was still quite bitter.

"Don't vomit, it's only through suffering." Liu Qingshan poked its little head.

"Brother, tell stories and Journey to the West." The little fourth child squatted on the ground, digging up a mother-in-law tree with the tip of a knife, and said his appeal.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "We've finished collecting scriptures from the Western Paradise."

"Brother, tell me something else." The little brother still pestered him.

Liu Qingshan thought about it, and it seems that the only image that can be on an equal footing with Monkey King is Calabash Baby. It seems that the animation will start to be produced in the next year.

Anyway, it's okay to be idle, so I told the two little girls about the seven melons on a vine.

When they finished their work and came home, the two little guys were fascinated by it, put down their chopsticks, and pestered Liu Qingshan to tell the story of Cucurbit Baby.

Even Xiaohuo hugged Liu Qingshan's calf, muttering indistinctly in his small mouth: "Captive baby, captive baby."

Liu Qingshan patted his little head: You are very reasonable, aren't all the calabash babies captured one by one?

There is no way, who told Liu Qingshan to spoil them, so let's continue.

The fourth child also brought paper and crayons, and asked the eldest brother to draw the gourd baby while talking.

This difficulty seems a bit high, how could Liu Qingshan know how to draw, and the calabash baby he drew turned out to be uglier than the little white ape.

The fourth child held the paper and looked at it for a long time:

"Brother, if it weren't for the gourd on the gourd baby's head, I would have thought it was a goblin."

Liu Qingshan cried silently, and the car horn sounded in his ears.

As if catching a life-saving straw, he jumped from the edge of the kang to the ground: "There's a visitor, I'll go out and have a look first."

There really was a guest, Liu Qingshan and the others had just greeted him out of the house when they saw a graceful figure rushing in from outside the gate, and rushed towards Liu Qingshan with open arms.

Wu Tong?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help being taken aback, why did this girl come here, do you think I should hide or not?

Before he could figure it out, Wu Tong hugged the little fourth child in front of him, and picked up the fifth child again, yelling:

"Caifeng, Shanxing, miss my sister?"

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes, then went up to the gate:

"Uncle Wu, Brother Wu, you are here; Haha, you are back too, brother Jizi, and this is classmate He, right? Welcome to Jiapigou as our guest."

Professor Wu is still hale and hearty, with long silver hair and an artist's demeanor: "Qingshan, during the May Day holiday, I just came to you to find inspiration."

The collection of writers and the inspiration of artists are all amazing things.

Wu Song, on the other hand, was dressed in casual clothes, and hugged Liu Qingshan with a smile. They once fought against little devils side by side, and their revolutionary friendship was extraordinary.

As for Zhang Jizi, I haven't seen him for a few months, and there have been some changes, mainly in terms of clothing and temperament, but the inner simplicity remains the same.

Lastly, this He Mengfei, whom Liu Qingshan met in the classroom when he went to the Academy of Fine Arts last time, is Wu Tong's best friend, who seems to have some interest in Zhang Jizi.

This time, he actually followed him. Could it be that he chased him home?

Talking about the recent situation, Professor Wu has nothing to say, but Wu Song complained a few times, saying that the law and order in Spring City is getting more and more difficult to control.

In the final analysis, it's all Clivia's fault.

Liu Qingshan persuaded cheerfully: "Come on, Brother Ang, if you endure for another two months, you will probably get through it soon."

According to the original development track, by July, this crazy farce will end.

"Two months, Qingshan, what do you mean?" Wu Song firmly believed in Liu Qingshan's words.

"The higher authorities will not allow this situation to develop." Liu Qingshan couldn't say it clearly, so he covered it up and invited everyone into the house.

When entertaining regular customers, he still likes to stay in the old house, which looks more cordial.

After they entered the room, they found that Wu Tong was already sitting by the kang table, with a little girl on the left and another girl on the right.

Then Wu Tong was holding a crayon and drawing on paper.

Obviously, the fourth and fifth were dissatisfied with the paintings of the elder brother, so they happened to come to the expert, so they asked sister Wu to help.

While Wu Tong was drawing, the two little girls were still adding, what should be big eyes, round face and so on.

Professionals are different. After Liu Qingshan greeted everyone to sit down and made tea, they heard the four and five cheering in unison.

The fourth child ran over with the paper: "Brother, look, this is the gourd baby!"

Liu Qingshan took a look, it was really, seven or eight points similar to the original version.

Looking up at Wu Tong again, he saw that the latter was looking at him with a smile, and blinked his big eyes narrowly twice.

Only then did Liu Qingshan notice that Wu Tong was holding a piece of paper in his hand, which was exactly the gourd demon he had just drawn, so he felt his old face grow hot.

"Sanfeng, your story is very good, and the characters are quite in line with children's thinking." Wu Tong praised, and he thought that this story was originally created by Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan has never had the habit of plagiarizing his own people, so he shook his head:

"It's a cartoon being produced by the art film studio. I'm telling the fourth and fifth for fun."

And the fourth and fifth children pestered Wu Tong again: "Sister Wu, continue to draw, draw all the gourd babies of the seventh brother, and their grandpa!"

"Seven, Feifei hasten to help."

Wu Tong waved to He Mengfei, and two college students majoring in fine arts started to work for the two little girls.

After drawing two, He Mengfei found a problem: "The gourd babies all look the same, how to tell them apart?"

"The color of the gourds on their heads is different," Shan Xing explained.

"Then if you watch black and white TV, you really can't tell the difference. Their brothers are like twins. They look exactly the same. How can they tell them apart?" The fourth little brother had a lot of thoughts.

Well, this seems to be a problem.

So, the two little girls and the two big girls started thinking hard there.

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes. Many people criticized this in his previous life, but for Liu Qingshan who has experienced the information bombing of his later life, this is not a problem.

So he chuckled and said, "When the window is facing the cloud temples, the decals are yellow on the mirror."

Wu Tong couldn't help rolling his eyes at him: I don't know why, are you still in the mood to read poetry at this time?

Then I suddenly had an idea: yellow decals on the mirror, yes, there is a way!

So she drew a flame shape on the small forehead of the calabash baby she had drawn.

"It's Huowa!"

"It's Siwa!"

The two little girls immediately slapped their hands happily, and Xiao Huo, who was sitting on the kang, also slapped the two little girls foolishly: Huo baby, I am Huo baby!

With this idea, I started to add marks on the forehead of the calabash baby I drew.

Liu Qingshan felt that in the coming year, when Cucurbit Baby started to be produced, he could ask the fourth and fifth children to write a letter to Modu Art Studio to make this suggestion.

If feasible, the image of the seven gourd babies will surely become more popular.

The youngest brother looked at it with a smile on his face, and suddenly thought: "Sister Wu, it would be great if you stayed at our house every day. Brother tells stories, and you draw the stories."