The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

Ye Nitang happened to come out of the house and after hearing what the man said, he said, "If it's from your family, would you be willing to tell us?"

"Haha." The man smiled sarcastically.

That day he went to town to sell firewood and saw her beating Ye Jiawang with such ruthlessness that the mayor didn't dare to control her.

He'd better not provoke her.

Since the prescriptions were no longer available, everyone began to ask about collecting weeds.

Ye Nitang laid out the herbs she wanted to collect one by one.

These medicinal herbs can be seen everywhere in the mountains and fields, and most villagers have seen them.

I just don’t know how effective they are.

Ye Nitang asked them to sort them and sell them to her.

"These grasses and leaves cost a penny a pound,

We will not harvest anything that has weeds, necrosis, rot, or has been soaked in water. "

She pointed to jasmine, gardenia, honeysuckle, lilac and rose elsewhere.

"It costs three cents a pound, but it should be fresh and clean. Different flowers should be bloomed separately. Other flowers with fragrance can also be picked."

The villagers were eager to give her a penny for a pound of grass.

Someone asked: "No matter how much you cut, do you still want it?"

Ye Nitang nodded, "Yes, we will collect as much as there are."

"Then keep your word, don't wait until we get the harvest and don't give you money," the man didn't believe her, and looked at Yang Dashan after saying, "Dashan, if she doesn't give you money, we'll ask you for it."

"You ask their firewood sellers, will we lose a penny from him?" Yang Dashan asked, "If you are worried, just give it to me when you cut it, and I will pay for you."

"Hey, I'm going to cut it now." The person who asked the question strode away.

He can easily cut a hundred kilograms of fresh weeds a day, which is a hundred cents.

Seeing him running away, the others also dispersed.

At noon, Ye Qinghong hired three ox carts and brought back three carts of pottery urns and pots.

He became the focus of the village again.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, the village chief Zhang Qingyu stopped him and asked, "Why did your family buy so many pottery urns?"

In the past two days, he also heard that the Yang family and the Ye family made some balm and sold it for money.

If it develops into a village-wide industry, he, the village chief, can also benefit from it.

Ye Qinghong smiled bitterly when he thought of the excuses his eldest sister had prepared for him.

"You're not my eldest sister. She no longer refines medicine. She insists on learning how to make balm. She doesn't make any money, but she spends all the money I make selling vegetables."

These words made Zhang Qingyu's thoughts of taking advantage of him disappear in an instant.

"Hey, that eldest sister of yours is just messing around all day, so you should take care of her."

After saying that, he looked at Ye Qinghong with pity and left.

When Ye Qinghong arrived home, Yang Dashan led Ye Nitang and the three of them to work in full swing.

This time, Ye Nitang did not mix the herbs together for distillation, but steamed them separately.

The steamed fragrant dew is poured into a pottery urn, dripped into the spiritual spring water, and sealed.

When she comes back from the county town, she will distill it again and extract the essential oil.

"He'er, when storing these temporarily unused flower dews, they must be sealed tightly."

"Okay, I remember, Zakou."

Yang Heer looked serious, remembering every step and every word of Ye Nitang.

But she couldn't read, so she could only pick up the key points and memorize them.

Ye Nitang frowned when she saw that Yang He'er had put the small notebook she gave her aside in vain, and said, "He'er, you stay in our house these days when I'm not here, and let Yan Yan teach you how to read. "

Ye's mother was literate, and the original owner and Ye Kuangyan learned from her since they were young. Reading and writing were no problem.

Yang He'er's eyes flashed with inferiority and gratitude, "Okay, thank you, Sister Tang'er."

"Why are you thanking me? I just brought you through this door. What you can do in the future depends entirely on your efforts."

The little girl listened to Ye Nitang's encouragement and said boldly: "I want to be the most powerful one."

"Haha, come on! I believe you."

In the afternoon, Yang Dashan and Huang were harvesting wheat, and Ye Qinghong went to help them.

Ye Nitang continued to distill flower dew, and two girls from the village brought two baskets of honeysuckle.

Ye Nitang paid the money and took Yang Heer to distill it in the big pot in the yard.

The moment the first drop of floral dew flows out, the faint floral fragrance overflows, and people a hundred meters away can smell the fragrance.

Ye Nitang was also overjoyed. She only put a drop of spiritual spring water to stimulate the fragrance of the flowers.

If it is made into essential oil, it will definitely be the new favorite of beauty lovers.

"Sister, let's just sell this instead. We'll definitely make money!" Ye Kuanyan smelled the flower dew, her eyes sparkling.

This smells even better than the fragrant pills from the fragrant powder shop in town!

"Don't worry, we'll talk about everything when I get back."

Ye Nitang smiled, how can this kind of floral fragrance be enough?

"Sister Tang'er, go to the county seat quickly!" Yang He'er was also impatient.

"Wait until Aunt Huang and I come back from the Lin family. When you go to town, pay attention to where there are shops for rent. I plan to rent a storefront and not set up a stall to sell."

"Opening a shop? It's a little early."

Yang Heer felt that they only had these few things, which were not enough to display on the counter.

Don’t make enough money to pay taxes by then.

"It's not early. I'm going to the county town this time. I will sell the flower dew. You can steam some more flower dew at home. When I come back, we will work hard."

Ye Nitang was full of confidence, "Now, go and pick all the jasmine flowers in the back. I will take away a batch of jasmine dew."

"okay!"

The two girls were inspired by what she said.

Carrying the basket, he happily went to the back of the house, and Ye Langlang and Ye Jingjue followed him.

Ye Nitang was alone at home. She took out a few small clay pots bought by Ye Qinghong.

After cleaning, put away the flower dew and save it, ready to take it to the county seat.

After a while, several more girls brought roses and gardenias.

The fragrance of these two flowers is very good.

The steamed flower dew also has excellent beautifying effects.

After repeated distillation, Ye Nitang retained the purest floral water.

When it was getting dark, all the people in the village who cut herbs came.

After measuring it all at once, Ye Nitang and the two girls worked until midnight to finish steaming all the flowers and plants.

The next day, Beauveria bassiana and Metarhizium anisopliae have fermented.

She asked Yang Dashan to mix them into the sawdust and rice bran brewed the night before, and wait until they are fermented and mature again before they can be used.

Only when Yang Dashan saw those white-green mycelium did he believe that the fungus she mentioned really existed.

"Uncle Yang, the seeds of these fungi are just like the yeast we use. One lump is enough. If you put it in a moist environment, it will multiply and grow without limit. When you keep the strains, you only need to put them in They can be dried in the shade and then sealed and stored.”

"Yes, uncle will remember it."

Yang Dashan listened very seriously to these words, which were related to the great cause of farming, and kept them in mind.

After talking about Metarhizium albus, Ye Nitang arranged the work of steaming toilet water before following Huang to the town.

In order to go to Lin's house to catch piglets, the two of them didn't bring any vegetables, but only sold balm.

The reputation of two ointments has already been made. Five hundred cooling ointments and one hundred cold numbing ointments were set up at two stalls, and they were sold out in half an hour.

Holding a large bag of copper coins in his arms, Mr. Huang smiled from ear to ear.

Rented an ox cart and went to Lin's house.

The Lin family lives in Hongguanshan Village, thirty miles outside the town. It is called Hongguanshan Village because there is a patch of red camellia growing on the top of the mountain behind their village.

Looking from a distance, on the rolling hills, the black tea flowers are in full bloom, as bright as clouds, as if the green mountains are wearing a red hat.

The low hills at the foot of the mountains were reclaimed by farmers and planted with wheat.

At this time, the golden wheat was in the hands of the farmer, and soon it fell into a large area.

"The wheat here has been harvested," Huang said, looking at the wheat with curiosity. "The ears are prettier than the wheat here."

"We are borrowing from the Lin family. They raise pigs and have a lot of manure. We ask for it and they give it to us. The crops naturally grow well."

An old farmer harvesting wheat in the field beside the road laughed and chatted with Huang after hearing what he said.

"Uncle, hello," Huang greeted him cordially, "We are going to the Lin family to buy piglets. Is anyone at their family home?"

"Yes, but it's of no use," the old farmer said with a sigh, "You go to his house and wait, and I'll call you the Xia Lin Butcher."

Ye Nitang brought two packages of pastries and one package of brown sugar.

After hearing what the old farmer said, I was very puzzled. The Lin family were all strong laborers and there were no old people or children. Why couldn't they help?

She asked tentatively: "Uncle, what do you mean when you just said it doesn't work?"

This place is far away from the town. People in the village have heard of Ye Nitang's name, but they don't know her.

The old farmer was a little angry after hearing her question, "It wasn't the fool from the Ye family who did it."

"Hiss," Mr. Huang heard something was wrong, took a breath and asked, "How do you say this?"

The old farmer was about to say something, but he held back, "Forget it, that silly boy from Changhe, we are not allowed to speak outside. Just pretend you didn't hear what we just said."

After saying that, he walked away and ignored the two of them.

Ye Nitang frowned, guessing that something might have happened to Lin Changhe.

When he and Huang arrived at Lin's house, a group of "Second Senior Brothers" hummed and groaned from the backyard of Lin's house.

The courtyard door was locked, and the two of them could only wait.

After a while, Butcher Lin returned with a shirtless load of wheat.

When he saw the two of them, his face suddenly darkened, "We don't have piglets at home, you can leave."

"This," Huang said with a sneer, "Butcher Lin, how can you push the business outside?"

"Let's go, I won't sell it to you if I have it!" Butcher Lin put down the wheat, took the pole and left.

"Uncle Lin, I want to see Brother Lin." Ye Nitang became increasingly aware that something had happened to Lin Changhe.

"He went to work elsewhere!" Lin Changhe spoke to her, and his anger level instantly soared.

This also made Ye Nitang more certain that something happened to Lin Changhe. She chased him for a few steps.

"Although I can't bear it, I don't want to bear a human life in a daze.

Since I owe you, let me owe you clearly.

At least, let me see him one last time. I guess he also wanted to see me before he died. "

Three thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. Lin Changhe will spare no effort to help the Ye family. He must have something he wants.

Ye Nitang saw from the memory of the original owner that Lin Changhe liked the original owner.

As for the original owner, not Ye Kuangyan, because the original owner would receive rouge and gouache jewelry from Lin Changhe every festival.

It was sent privately.

After the original owner gave birth to a child, he sent her more frequently.