Practicing business and practicing medicine

Lijin City directly governs 9 counties. In terms of population, economy, culture... Yushuo County is considered to be above the middle level among them. It is neither the richest nor the poorest. Compared with Lishi County, Bianmu's hometown, it is Much stronger.

Bitter Xing Village is the largest natural village in Xinyun Township, Yushuo County.

There is a majestic archway built at the entrance of the village, with a stone and wood structure. It seems that the style should be a merit archway. When the car drove in front, it looked very spectacular.

Pressing the accelerator lightly, Bian Mu parked the off-road vehicle near the archway.

"Huang Lao! Is this the Merit Archway?"

"That's right! Bitter Xing Village has produced high-ranking officials, the second grade."

"No wonder! Bitter Apricot Village? Does it mean that bitter apricots were abundant here back then?"

"Not only that, the apricots produced now are also bitter and astringent. If it weren't for this bitter taste, I wouldn't have bought a yard in the village." Huang Boxi said with a smile.

"Really? I thought you or your aunt's hometown was in this village!"

"Misunderstood! There is a small river here with very abundant water. It is a small tributary of Lishui. It is strange that the crops irrigated by it will become bitter. It is annoying enough for farmers, but the opposite is true for drug farmers. This The village produces six or seven kinds of Chinese herbal medicine, and the quality is quite good. It’s not far from the city! It’s convenient to have a place to live when traveling back and forth. Later, I bought a small courtyard, and it’s been many years.”

Talking and laughing, Bian Mu started the car and drove slowly all the way into the village.

The farmyard chosen by Huang Boxi is located in the southwest corner of the village, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Apparently, the owner of the yard had repeatedly inspected it beforehand.

The neighbors on the left and right were quite far apart. When the two got out of the car, they met an old man who walked towards them carrying a large bundle of dry firewood. Huang Boxi also chatted with the old man about household matters. It was obvious that Huang Boxi has long been integrated into the rural life atmosphere of Buxing Village.

There are two Shiba Inu dogs, one yellow and one white, in the yard. When their owner returns, the two guard dogs nod and wag their tails, appearing very affectionate.

Huang Boxi stepped forward and untied the two dog chains, allowing the two guard dogs to run wild in the yard.

Mountains and rivers inside and outside, poems and books about rituals, yellow dogs and white clouds... a pastoral life.

Huang Boxi really knows how to live.

The two of them had been busy at work all morning and walked on the road for more than an hour. They were already hungry by now.

Fortunately, Huang Boxi had already prepared the dough, various complex seasonings, cooked beef, tomato marinade, cleanly cleaned fruits and vegetables, and the vegetables had been cut long ago... Two large plastic boxes were filled to the brim. It had already been put in the trunk when I arrived.

The kitchen was extremely spacious and bright, with an area three times that of an ordinary kitchen. Bian Mu guessed that Huang Boxi might be a gourmet.

"I've arranged the order. Just take it out and arrange it after all your hard work. The mutton in the city is not fresh. I asked a fellow villager to order some fresh mutton. Let's make some mutton ramen." Huang Boxi smiled and gave a few instructions.

"I cook at home too! Thank you for your trip." Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"Seeing that you are polite, then you can just pack it up! I will come when I go." After that, Huang Boxi went out to look for fresh ingredients.

The Huang family's guard dog is quite interesting. The big white dog followed Huang Boxi out and went out together. The big yellow dog went to the gate and guarded it honestly.

The cooked beef was sliced ​​and made into a large plate of cold platter, the vegetables were sorted and packed, and a large bowl of all kinds of fruits was put together. While Bian Mu was packing up the dough, Huang Boxi was carrying a large leg of lamb in one hand and another in the other. I came back from outside carrying a small plastic bag.

While chatting and laughing, the two of them had already neatly prepared the mutton and started stewing it in the pot.

"It has to stew for a while! Let's go! Have some tea." As he spoke, Huang Boxi picked up the small plastic bag from the ground and greeted Bian Mu to the main hall.

The local camellia is mixed with some wolfberry, cinnamon and sesame seeds. It is a bit astringent at first, but after a while, the fragrance of the tea gradually fills your mouth with a lingering fragrance.

"Look at what this is?" As he spoke, Huang Boxi took out two things that looked like ginseng and Tianwang vine from a small plastic bag.

Bian Mu took it in his hand, smelled it, weighed it, and felt the texture of the skin with his fingers a few more times.

"It looks like some kind of ginseng. I've never seen it before. What kind of medicinal material is this?" Bian Mu asked casually.

"Purple cloud ginseng!"

"Oh! Hasn't Ziyun Ginseng been extinct since the late Southern Song Dynasty?"

"That's the official statement. In fact, the people have been keeping the 'ginseng root' seedlings intermittently. However, this thing is too difficult to maintain. Look! I have been cooperating with the herbal farmers in the mountains for more than ten years. , it can only grow to this level. Among the younger generation, I think you are the only one who has the knowledge. Take it back and think about it, maybe you are better than us!"

"You think too highly of me. I am just an amateur in growing herbal medicine. This ginseng just looks a bit dry and thin, and the taste is a bit bland. If it is really purple ginseng, it is amazing to cultivate it to this extent. Shu Shu It is recorded in the literature that for some diseases, it is even more effective than Changtian Laoshan Ginseng!”

"No! The heart meridian enters like a trickle, long and powerful, with almost no side effects; the kidney meridian enters like wind flowing on water, silky and adaptable. That kind of natural adaptability is simply unparalleled. People with diseases like Fang Yiqin's , If you really use authentic Ziyun Ginseng, you can guarantee that it will last for more than half a year."

"Really? What kind of technical bottleneck have you and the drug farmers encountered?" Bian Mu asked curiously.

"It's hard to explain! It may be a temperature issue. Of course, the water and soil simulation has never been fully up to standard. You are smart, maybe you can find a new way! The bag contains the best quality currently available. Take it back and think about it. Let’s think about it!”

"Thank you for always trusting me. I will check the relevant information later and try to help you!"

"Hey! What a bad old man I am. If we can really cultivate good purple ginseng, it will be a great merit for the benefit of the world! By the way, why have you forgotten the real thing? My distant nephew has actually eaten it. The medicine I prescribed was not very effective. When I heard his explanation that day, the problem turned out to be in 'medical chemistry'! I don't know if it's convenient for you to explain it to me, I'm very curious!"

"What's the inconvenience? Maybe it's just a layer of window paper. You'll understand as soon as you hear it." As he spoke, Bian Mu took a pen and paper from the table and began to write and draw.

What are the chemical element symbols, reaction equations, and the basis for the elimination method... Bian Mu wrote the key points on the paper and explained it for a long time.

Huang Boxi is an old college student and has never given up on medical chemistry. He can still understand most of what Bian Mu said. However, after all, there is a generation difference, and he still has a lot of doubts about some new chemical concepts and new analysis methods. .

The two of them discussed each other for a long time...

"Ouch! There's mutton stewed on the fire!" As soon as he finished speaking, Bian Mu quickly stood up and rushed out of the main hall toward the kitchen like an arrow.

Thank God! The mutton soup was finally not completely boiled down yet. The mutton had already been stewed to a pulp and melted in your mouth. It was so delicious!