what!Ginseng is refined!

The snow outside the window was gradually getting smaller, Chu Wenjing estimated the time, and it was already late.

But the paper is not finished yet.

Chu Wenjing got up, added firewood to the stove, and sat down again.

A leaf of ginseng was about to hang down into the inkstone. Chu Wenjing stopped writing and moved the leaf back into the flower pot. Why does this big flower pot feel wronged by this ginseng?

Chu Wenjing thought of the boy in the dream yesterday, he was really good-looking, Chu Wenjing had never seen such a good-looking person at such a young age, but his words were too aggressive, making Chu Wen who was speechless Jing couldn't even catch up.

In the dream, the boy said twice that he was a liar, and then disappeared immediately after he finished speaking. He didn't even know why he was called a liar, so he couldn't explain it.

He plucked a ginseng leaf and tried to open his mouth, "Why do you say I'm a liar?"

Only the lips were moving, but no sound could be heard. Chu Wenjing was dumb and couldn't speak.

"Among skin salt, Glauber's salt, Xinshi, and Xuanming powder, the ones that cannot be used for medicine are—"

Sighing silently, temporarily put aside that question.Chu asked Jing to write down the word "pi nitrate" with a pen, and continued to make papers.

"Write a Chinese medicine that sticks to the tongue when licked—"

Master probably couldn't make up a question, so he used this to make up the number. Chu Wenjing shook his head and wrote down the answer "dragon bone".Although the topic is a bit boring, he is willing to play around with his master, an old man who is not grown up.

Before writing two questions, the leaves of ginseng drooped down again, and when Chu Wenjing didn't pay attention, they directly drooped into the inkstone, stained with a lot of ink.

Chu Wenjing hurriedly got up and went to find a cloth to wipe it for him. When he came back, the ginseng leaves were not in the inkstone, but hung down and covered the paper. The ink stained a large part of the paper...

Without thinking about it, Chu Wenjing first wiped the leaves of ginseng and stuffed it back into the basin.

The large blackened piece on the paper could no longer be seen clearly, Chu Wenjing had no choice but to skip the blackened piece in the middle and do the following questions.

While reading the question, Chu Wenjing was distracted to peek at the ginseng. He always felt that this ginseng was done on purpose just now, and he was afraid that it might not be really refined.

Ginseng was very well-behaved and quiet until he finished a whole page.

Chu Wenjing looked away, picked up the paper and put it aside to dry before writing the next one.

"What does it mean to seek the root of a disease?"

The above topic is more difficult but meaningful.Chu Wenjing stopped being distracted completely, and only concentrated on doing the questions without observing the movement of ginseng.

After more than half an hour, Chu Wenjing got up and went to Master's room to add charcoal to ensure that Master would not freeze.When I came back, I added more firewood to the stove.

When he sat back at the table, the leaves of ginseng hung down again, but this time they did not hang down on the inkstone and paper, but just fell in mid-air. Chu Wenjing touched the leaves suspiciously, followed the direction of the tendons and moved the leaves again. I took it back into the flowerpot once, then put the finished piece aside again, dipped in ink and prepared to write the next one, and turned my head to look at the ginseng several times before writing.

I always suspect that the next moment, the leaves of ginseng will hang down again, as if teasing him.

There are two topics on this page, the first one: "What is qi?" The second one: "What is essence?"

After finishing the first question, when seeing the second question, Chu Wenjing suddenly remembered what Master said before his nap, "Every young man has this experience..."

I can't tell what I think.

Chu Wenjing couldn't help recalling the boy he dreamed of last night. The boy said he met him on the fifteenth day of last month. Could it be that he dreamed of him when he was drunk last month?Who is that boy?

He shifted his gaze to ginseng, and thought: I must not have imagined it.

A few leaves of ginseng trembled suddenly, Chu Wenjing saw it, and there was no wind in the room, so why did they suddenly move.He stretched out his hand and flicked the leaves, the leaves stopped shaking, and shook again after a while.

Chu Wenjing had a whim, found a note, and wrote down: Are you that boy?

Then he held up the note for others to see, and the ginseng didn't move at all, as if the shaking just now was just Chu Wenjing's illusion.

Most of the time has passed, the master should wake up soon, Chu Wenjing casually put the note into a page, quickly write the answer on this page, put the written one aside, there is one last day left. Zhang——It is a question of identifying herbs by looking at pictures.

This type of question should be the most difficult among the questions Chu Wenjing did, because the old doctor's paintings are really not very good.

The first picture: the upper one looks like a worm, the lower one looks like a tail, surrounded by a few weeds, it looks like a giant tadpole swimming in the grass.

Hint: a common herb.

There is no difference between whether there is a reminder or not. He picked up the pen and put it down again, repeated several times, but Chu Wenjing couldn't figure it out.When he was in Huanglong Town before, Chu Wenjing was often beaten for drawing problems. Being punished for washing clothes and cooking were trivial matters.

Now seeing the picture drawing question again, it is very headache.

If you really can't recognize it, just look at the next picture, and the next picture shows Monk Zhang Er who can't figure it out, and there is a thumb-sized ink dot on top of several vertical lines.

Hint: an herb.

Chu Wenjing stared at the two paintings for as long as a cup of tea. There were so many alternative answers that he couldn't write them all down...

Chu Wenjing was thinking hard about the topic, when suddenly the ginseng leaves moved again, and under his gaze, the leaves hung down on the roll paper again, shaking slightly.

The second picture was covered under the leaves. Chu Wenjing stared at the picture for a few more times. The vertical lines below might be the whiskers of ginseng, and the ink spot on the top might be the flowers of ginseng?

It's not a very definite answer, but I can't think of a better one for a while.There were some noises from next door, and it was Master who started.

In order to avoid failing to finish the paper, Chu Wenjing wrote it with a pen.

The second picture is ginseng, what is the first picture?

Randomly write a question on Vitex grass.

The ginseng leaves were stuffed back into the pot again, and the snow that had fallen for a long time outside the house stopped.