Fang Zhai more than ten acres [system]

Climbing up a high hill, Yu Rong looks at the winding mountain road that disappears among the lush forests.

Last night, Nie Xinzhi and two Lang guards left Wuyun village in an emergency through this route, heading for the hinterland of Xiqin.

It is said that the last place where Nie Dan appeared was a big water village in Xiqin.

Nie Xinzhi didn't make it very clear, but he could vaguely sense the purpose of the other party on this trip, which might have something to do with Nie Dan in the first place.

Thinking of this, Yu Rong unconsciously sighed softly.

I just hope that my uncle didn't really encounter anything bad. It stands to reason that the psychopath has high force value, can play Gu and play poison, so no one should be able to do anything to him, right?

Of course, with Yu Rongai's overthinking nature, it's hard for him to convince himself, but he still comforted Nie Xinzhi like this, telling him not to panic too much.

Although...

There was no panic at all on the expressionless face of the other party.

A certain man with facial paralysis obviously feels guilty and extremely uneasy about leaving Yurong alone in Wuyunzhai.

In this regard, the young doctor who was concerned only found it funny.

What do you call him "one person", is the Lang Wei of that team a fake?

So he "coaxed" "coax" softly, letting him put his heart back in his stomach.

Compared to him staying in the safe Wuyunzhai and being protected by more than a dozen skilled "bodyguards", the situation of his missing uncle Nie Dan is more worrying.

Nie Xinzhi, who was deeply concerned, did not hesitate in his actions, explained the whole story to Yu Rong, and immediately picked two Lang Wei who were very familiar with Xiqin's environment, and sneaked into Xiqin's territory overnight.

"Coaxing" the man's Yu Rong, in fact, he was quite worried in his heart. On the one hand, he was concerned about his uncle's current situation, and on the other hand, there were too many unknowns during this trip, so he inevitably had concerns about his brother's safety.

Suppressing the restless mind, I didn't express my worries, and let the man who was leaving just worry about it.

The only way is to let him take all the people away, and maybe there is a caretaker on the way, so he can leave the He Xiaowei who specializes in herbal medicine.

Nie Xinzhi decisively rejected Yu Rong's proposal, saying that it would be inconvenient if there were too many people.

Hearing this, Yu Rongzi is not easy to force, so he just gave detailed instructions.

He didn't ask the other party to take him with him.

Nie Xinzhi didn't mention this either.

The mountain wind roared.

The wind in the early morning of late autumn is quite cool on people.

The young doctor, who was immersed in his thoughts, groped in the armhole and took out a token.

According to Nie Xinzhi, at the foot of Baini Mountain and at the border of Min Country, there is an army of 500 soldiers stationed in Nijilangwei. In case of emergency, this order can be used to go directly to Junzheng.

Yu Rong caressed the lines on the token.

The Chongming bird engraved on it is fierce, bloody red and mighty.

It is said that the place where the Chongming flag passed was blood flowed like a river, and the enemy was frightened by the news, and they called the divine phoenix as the Niyu blood bird... This is where the name of the Niyiwei came from.

"Little Doctor Yu."

Suddenly hearing his friend's voice, Yu Rong suppressed his thoughts that had flown far away, turned around, and subconsciously raised a smile: "Brother Zhou, you got up really early."

Wasn't it the bridal chamber last night, why not this early in the morning...

Cough, sleep on a bed?

Zhou Fangzhen nodded, with a serious tone: "Everyone in the village wakes up very early every day, and I have developed the habit of getting up early after living in these days."

Yu Rong was silent.

I don't feel ashamed to tease my friend anymore... although the other party obviously didn't understand.

Then he cleared his throat and said nonsense: "Early to bed and early to rise is a good habit."

Zhou Fangzhen echoed the voice, and cast his eyes on the road leading down the mountain: "Then, that lord... is gone?"

Yu Rong nodded with a smile, his tone was very natural, and his tone was relaxed: "Brother was just on the way, because I headed back to the southwest, he was worried, so he specially sent this part off."

The goal of Nie Xinzhi's actions has been downplayed, not to worry about his friends' ill intentions, but after all, there are many people with mixed opinions, so it is reasonable to be cautious.

Zhou Fangzhen obviously didn't care whether Nie Xinzhi's trip was on the way or had some other purpose, so he naturally changed the subject and asked, "Is Doctor Xiao Yu free now?"

Yu Rongyang raised his eyebrows: "Brother Zhou, if you have something to say, just speak up."

Zhou Fangzhen made an inviting gesture.

The two then followed the way they came and stepped down the hill one after another.

Talking while walking, talking about private engraving of books.

In fact, Yu Rong has never forgotten the matter of engraving the book, and he often misses it in his spare time.

after all……

Apart from counting on Brother Zhou's privately engraved books, he doesn't know any other bookstore that is so blind that it is willing to accept his "submission"... Oh, except for the bookstore of the uncle and nephew of the Nie family.

Although the nephew and uncle of the Nie family boasted that his article was the best in the world, it is a pity that the system score has been stuck at the same level.

Yu Rong, who considers himself semi-literate, really has no confidence in what he writes.

Therefore, I have a lot of expectations for Brother Zhou's engraved book. How can I say that there are two great writers, Mr. Shucheng and Mr. Wuyong, who are "advertising"!

Taking advantage of the two old gentlemen, it is uncertain how many people will read what I wrote.

As for the evaluation...

It's not about publishing articles on the modern Internet, worrying about getting bad reviews.

Anyway, his goal is not to become a master in the literary world, but to publicize and promote medical knowledge.

However, I haven't heard Zhou Fangzhen mention engraving books for a long time.

Yu Rong remembered that the other party's writing was worse than his own, and it was not easy to poke people's hearts, so he held back and didn't ask any more questions.

Suddenly, I heard good news.

He was a little surprised: "The book is already sold?"

Zhou Fangzhen encouraged to maintain restraint, but obviously couldn't hide his embarrassment: "One thousand copies, sold out."

Yu Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide, extremely surprised: "So many?"

They were all sold out, which is amazing!

Zhou Fangzhen raised his lips uncontrollably: "I asked the bookstore to print another five hundred."

Yu Rong couldn't help worrying, brother Zhou, don't rush into it all the time, the number of additional printings of [-] copies is really a lot in this era, if no one buys it...

Turning to think of the prestige of the two old gentlemen among literati, he was a little uncertain, after all, he didn't know much about book engraving.

Putting away all kinds of conjectures, he smiled slightly: "Congratulations, Brother Zhou."

In any case, the start was quite good. On the road to realizing his "great ambition", his friend finally took a small step forward. How could he not be so vigilant as to discourage the other party's enthusiasm?

and……

Thinking of my own article, printing a thousand copies and passing it on to strangers, I feel embarrassed and excited at the same time!

Zhou Fangzhen spoke for the second time, but changed the topic: "When the five hundred copies are reprinted, I will ask Doctor Xiao Yu to write another one."

Yu Rong, who was in a little excitement, immediately returned to reality when he heard the words: "Write... like the last one?"

Zhou Fangzhen nodded vigorously, his eyes brightened, and his tone was admiring: "The article 'Ghost Possession' is really interesting to read."

Yu Rong was speechless for a moment.

It can be heard that his friend really likes what he writes, but considering that this person has a special liking for godly things, it is difficult for him to convince the other party's "vision".

Speaking of engraving the book, Zhou Fang was extremely excited: "Don't worry, Doctor Yu, Mr. Shucheng and Mr. Wuyong have agreed to write thousands of words for my "Wulin Chronicles" every year, so there is no need to worry about no one buying it."

Yu Rong smiled lightly.

All right.

It seems that Brother Zhou has no "self-knowledge" at all.

This guy is quite capable of making those two big cows willing to contribute for a long time... In this way, there is really no need to worry about the sales of "Wulin Chronicles".

On the topic of book engraving, the two discussed for a long time.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the "scholar" king who had just entered the room, and Yu Rong got up to say goodbye: "I'll go back and conceive, so I won't bother you."

Zhou Fangzhen got up to send them off, and found a thin book from nowhere: "I specially reserved this "Wulin Chronicles" for you, Doctor Xiao Yu."

Yu Rong accepted it with a smile. After handing in the manuscript, he hadn't seen the "finished product", so he couldn't help feeling curious.

When I returned to the wooden house where I was staying temporarily, I just crossed the threshold with one foot, and I couldn't wait to read it.

The book cover is like most of the printed books on the market, with "Wulin Chronicles" written in big characters, followed by Zhou Fangzhen's alias... Dongfang Buzhuo.

Yu Rong was embarrassed.

Why not just call Dongfang Invincible?Instead, I remembered that Brother Zhou's maternal ancestral family name was "Dongfang".

Silently stopped complaining.

The main reason is...my own "pen name" is not very good.

As a bad name, he finally selectively referred to Nie Xinzhi's suggestion.

Of course it's not "Spooner" or "Yaner" taken by men, but...

Yu Rong flipped through the book randomly, and just happened to see an article on "Ghost Strike", the author's signature is "Nie Yan", cough!

Bursting with shame.

Hurry up and close the book.

After a while, he opened the book cover again and read it from the title page.

I have to say that although Brother Zhou's whimsical ideas are often unreliable, they sometimes bring unexpected surprises.

For example, the illustrations in "Martial Arts History" are quite different from the serious books on the market, and they are novel and eye-catching.

The key point is that this illustration is not only well drawn, but also very suitable for the occasion.

Yu Rong couldn't help searching for the artist's name, and was a little surprised when he saw the words "Oriental Confusion".

Brother Zhou is actually quite talented, but it seems that his self-positioning is not right?

Muttering in his heart, Yu Rong continued to read the contents of the book.

The articles of the two old gentlemen have already been read.

Looking at it now, even though it is about cats and fish, it is still very interesting to read.

Daniel is worthy of being a Daniel.

Then there is Zhou Fangzhen's article, which takes up half of the book, and it is about...well, the story of "Long Aotian" that Yu Rong refused to write even if he died.

Yu Rongjiong read the story intently.

Thunder and cool, I feel very ecstasy, but...

Unknowingly, I finished reading it all, with great relish.

According to the standards of this era, Zhou Fangzhen's writing style is really not good enough. Fortunately, the writing is concise and the description can grasp the key points.

Moreover, the brain hole is beyond the sky.

The unfinished legend of Long Aotian is much more interesting than Yu Rong's own nonsense.

That's great, Brother Zhou.

Yu Rong silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, and planned to buy a copy of every issue of "Wulin Chronicles" in the future. He was quite curious about the follow-up development of this story.

Then I turned to the article "Ghost Strike" written by myself.

Suppressing his shame and maintaining an introspective attitude, he carefully reread the article he wrote.

Ghost Striker is the name of the disease.

Unexplained chest and abdomen cramps, or swelling and congestion, or symptoms of vomiting blood and bleeding, according to the ancients' understanding, it is the invasion of the human body by the spirit of ghosts and pests.

More superstitiously, it is because the patient offended the gods and ghosts, or took some measures to get sick by being hit by the gods and ghosts.

Referring to the writing method of the Chinese classic "Liao Zhai", Yu Rong wrote a story that is 70.00% gods and ghosts.

Surprised and frightened.

In the last 30.00% of the content, he spent a lot of space describing an expert named Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji, whose courtesy name is Zhongjing, is known as the "sage of medicine" in the world. His masterpiece Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases is the cornerstone of traditional Chinese medicine and one of the four classics.

Just when the protagonist of the story was at the end of his rope, Zhang Zhongjing appeared on the stage. With his superb medical skills and wonderful prescriptions, he cured the ghost attack patient with only alumite, acacia, realgar and veratrum, divided into four equal parts.

It's really a wonderful hand rejuvenation!

With this, the story concludes:

Ghost strikers are not ghosts and ghosts. It is not advisable to vigorously promote superstition. Strange diseases have their own reasons. As long as the source of the disease is found and the mechanism of the disease is clarified, the disease will be cured by prescribing the right medicine.

Proper "approaching science" demeanor.

Yu Rong, who is deeply grateful for the ancestors of the Celestial Dynasty, couldn't help but bring "private goods" with him.

In a few words, Zhang Zhongjing's life and his book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases" are described.

Anyway, it is "overhead", so he will be "willful" and write whatever he likes.

Without paying attention, I read the full text.

Yu Rong...

Feeling good about myself.

Holding the book in his hands, he was secretly intoxicated, and after a long while, he forced himself to suppress his little complacency.

According to the system evaluation, this article is nothing more than a mediocre work.

Far from being complacent.

After making up his mind, Yu Rong closed "Wulin Chronicles", remembering Brother Zhou's "contract for writing", and began to think about what to write next.

On the one hand, he is still dissatisfied with the "Ten Theories on Production Theory" that has been overthrown and rewritten, and on the other hand, he feels that it does not match the current style of "Wulin Chronicles".

Not currently under consideration for publication.

Then he thought of "Ghost Strike". Speaking of Zhang Zhongjing, Yu Rong naturally remembered the famous doctor Qin Yueren, also known as the legendary "Bian Que".

The "Nanjing", one of the four classics, although there are many disputes in the academic circles about its author and when it was written, many people tend to write it for Bian Que.

Yu Rong personally agrees with this view, or he believes that "Nan Jing" is a collection of lost texts of the Qin and Yue people and compiled into a book by later generations of physicians.

Far away.

Speaking of Bian Que, apart from meeting Cai Huangong, there is another classic story about his "returning from the dead" to rescue the "dead" Prince Guo.

Yu Rong patted his forehead lightly, feeling overjoyed.

Yes, he can continue to carry forward the spirit of "approaching science" and write another "Corpse" based on Prince Guo and another patient of Bian Que, Zhao Jianzi, in the style of "Ghost Strike"!

The disease of dead body is actually a "stroke".

The source of the disease is severe brain damage caused by various reasons, and then loss of consciousness, which looks like a corpse, or heartache, madness, limbs, and unconsciousness.

According to the current mainstream cognition of the people of the Min Dynasty, the dead body was stabbed by ghost arrows, Yin Qi invaded the body, and Yang Qi dropped sharply, resulting in the imbalance of Yin and Yang, and the disorder of Qi and blood, leading to death.

Corpse attack and ghost attack are not the same disease, but the theory of gods and ghosts is similar, quite similar.

Don't be too handy when using it to make up "Liao Zhai" stories.

Yu Rong couldn't help but give herself a compliment, thinking that this idea is too good.

After deciding on the theme, I made up a story about gods, gods and ghosts without changing the medicine.

however……

The imagination is beautiful, the reality is very skinny.

Yu Rong, who usually likes to read books, thinks that he has to use classical Chinese to write something, so that he can combine arts and medicine with his head.

Especially his classical Chinese teacher, Nie Xinzhi, is not around at the moment, so he really panicked when he wrote.

Throughout the morning, I only wrote a few key words, such as "Corpse" and "Bian Que", which add up to less than twenty words.

"Son."

There was a light knock on the wooden door, it was Xiaowei He who specialized in herbal medicine.

Yu Rong put down the brush, turned around and looked: "Lieutenant He, what's the matter?"

He Xiaowei said: "The king of Wuyunzhai sent a herb picker, who can be our guide."

Yu Rong said without hesitation: "Quickly invite someone into the house."

"promise."

The herbal picker was a black boy, Yu Rong looked familiar to him.

Doesn't it look familiar?

It was the little devil who had just arrived on the first day and was whistling at him and Nie Xinzhi.

The little devil is actually not too young, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old.

The black boy bared his teeth, and when he saw him, he babbled a lot.

Yu Rong: "..."

Did you understand it? The dialect here sounds like a foreign language at all!

Fortunately, there are countless talented people in Langwei.

There is one person who is also familiar with the terrain of Xiqin and is good at various dialects in this area.

He explained to Yu Rong: "This person is called Ma Yafeng, and he is very familiar with the distribution of medicinal materials in Baini Mountain, including the nearby Longyan Mountain and Niu Tongue Mountain."

Yu Rong was a little embarrassed.

Why is it not good to call it, and why is it named "Mayafeng"?

It's not that he wants to complain, but as a doctor, he really can't ignore that horse tooth wind is the Chinese medicine name of neonatal tetanus.

After being distracted for a moment, Yu Rong then pulled back his thoughts of horse racing.

Lang Wei continued: "He told you just now that it rains here for several days at the beginning of October every year. It is suggested that if you want to collect herbs, this ten-day is the best time."

Is that so...

Yu Rong pondered for a while, looked at the sky outside the door, turned his gaze back to Ma Yafeng, and asked in a warm voice: "I heard that Longyan Mountain has the most medicinal materials. I went there to collect herbs, but I have to find a place to stay overnight?"

Ma Yafeng listened to Lang Wei's "translation", it was a hand and foot dance, and Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu said a lot.

Tell the young doctor who asked the question that there are several caves where you can hide in Longyan Mountain, and there are two wooden houses for hunters.

Yu Rong nodded, then looked at He Xiaowei and the others: "It's still early today, I want to go to Longyan Mountain to find medicine, you..."

All the people said in unison: "We will protect the young master to the death."

The sound is like a bell, loud and sonorous.

Yu Rong: "..."

It's really serious, and the formation is ostentatious, but...

He is not on the battlefield!

I swear to death...

The black boy whistled suddenly from the side.

Yu Rong came back to his senses, smiled at the guards and said, "I'm tired of all the fighters." Although it was a bit exaggerated, I still have to thank you.

Instead, he looked at Ma Yafeng, and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry for your inconvenience too, Ma...brother."

Ma Yafeng didn't know if he understood or not, he whistled even more vigorously.

"Wait," Zhou Fangzhen hurried in, "and me, I'll be with you."

Yu Rong asked puzzledly: "Brother Zhou is newly married, why don't you spend more time with the new... Wuzhai Lord?"

Zhou Fangzhen waved his hands nonchalantly: "The dark clouds have left the stockade, and I'm afraid I won't be able to return for a few days." His tone changed, and he said, "I'm quite curious about the matter of collecting herbs. If Doctor Xiao Yu doesn't think I'll be a burden, why don't I join you too."

Yu Rong felt even more strange.

What is that dark cloud king doing?Not going home on the second day of marriage...

"……how?"

Hearing the friend's question, Yu Rong stopped thinking about it.

Everyone has their own difficulties. After all, King Wuyun is the master of a village. There may be something urgent. As a newlywed, Brother Zhou doesn't care. Why is he talking nonsense like an outsider?

"It's always welcome."

I almost forgot that brother Zhou's ambition is to be a doctor, so it's only natural that he is interested in medicinal materials!

The mighty small group of 20 people, with enough and useful medicine collection equipment, as well as a simple change of clothes, dry food and clean water, went straight to Longyan Mountain.

Yu Rong walked on the bird path, feeling slightly out of sorts.

This road is exactly one of the mountain roads that Nie Xinzhi passed to Xiqin.

Whether it's thinking about writing articles, or rushing to the mountains to find herbs... In the final analysis, I want to fill my mind with busyness and prevent myself from spreading my brains indiscriminately.

Also avoid feeling irritable and restless, making yourself uncomfortable for no reason.

Why is it so annoying, and why is it so uncomfortable...

What an inexplicable intuition!

Yu Rong shook his head secretly.

Let go of uncomfortable intuitions.

It's time to get rid of the habit of thinking about nothing, especially intuition...

His intuition has never been right!

Back then, when I crossed that road to buy milk tea, I had an inexplicable intuition that I would encounter a blessing. In the end... crossing is not a disaster, but it can't be called a "blessing", right?

Of course, now, regardless of whether it is a disaster or a blessing, because of Nie Xinzhi's existence, the disaster is turned into a blessing, and the blessing is added to the blessing.

"Doctor Xiaoyu, Impatiens grass!"

Zhou Fangzhen's fuss and fuss brought Yu Rong back to his senses.

"Brother Zhou is confused, this is Impatiens."

Zhou Fangzhen was silent, his tone hesitant: "Isn't this the bone grass for dispelling rheumatism?"

Yu Rong couldn't help laughing: "The stems of Impatiens really have the effect of promoting blood circulation, relieving pain, and dispelling wind-dampness.

Zhou Fangzhen's face relaxed, and before he could say anything else, the young doctor continued to say——

"But the bone-grass is the bone-grass. If we talk about the barbed grass, Brother Zhou should be more familiar with it."

Zhou Fangzhen suddenly realized: "I know, it can also dispel wind and dampness."

Yu Rong nodded: "Indeed, but the bone grass and impatiens are two types of plants, and the shape alone is very different."

Zhou Fangzhen asked again: "What about Impatiens grass?"

Yu Rong didn't give an answer immediately, but glanced around, and saw a clump of ferns in the shade of the stone, and pointed: "Here, that's Impatiens grass."

Zhou Fangzhen frowned.

Yu Rong smiled: "Brother Mianma Guanzhong Zhou thinks he understands it very well."

Zhou Fangzhen nodded.

"The large rhizome of Impatiens is used for medicine, and its name is Mianma Guanzhong."

Zhou Fangzhen showed a comprehension expression.

In order to avoid all kinds of wild thoughts, Yu Rong resolutely focused all his attention on the medicinal materials that appeared on the side of the mountain road.

Explain in great detail the similarities and differences of many medicinal materials for friends of "paper doctors". When encountering relatively rare medicinal materials, or relatively useful and good-looking medicinal materials, they will be picked or excavated on the spot.

For example, a cotton horse runs through the crowd.

Impatiens, also known as Thick-stemmed fern, is not a unique plant in the Southwest. It is often seen in humid mountains, forests and valleys.

It's not rare, but it's better to use it in front of you.

When it is easy to get flu in changing seasons, it is suitable to take this thing as a preventive measure.

Anyway, it's not troublesome to dig some ready for use.

·

Yu Rong was half squatting and half kneeling on the ground, on the left was the "good student" Zhou Fangzhen who listened carefully, and on the right was the "assistant" He Xiaowei who was on this trip.

He spoke softly, mainly to explain to He Xiaowei the medicinal materials that Min Chao had not discovered.

Some medicinal materials are not so rare, or they may be just too common, that is, weeds along the roadside, people are used to it, but neglect their uses.

For example, the Hedyotis diffusa we are talking about now.

It is not too common among fields, and its main functions are not mentioned. In modern times, many cancer patients like to drink it as tea, because it has a certain anti-cancer effect, and then it is said to be miraculous, and it has become "" God Grass".

Not to mention exaggeration, Hedyotis diffusa is indeed easy to use, the key is the cheap medicinal materials.

However, according to Xiaowei He, there was no doctor in the Min Dynasty who used it as medicine, or at least there was no record of the medicinal use of Hedyotis diffusa in the classics.

"big big big--"

Yu Rong turned his head when he heard the sound, it was Ma Yafeng who ran around like a monkey after entering the mountain.

After a few days of getting along, he became quite familiar with this brother Xiqin.

Yu Rong found out that Ma Yafeng really had Ma Yafeng at birth.

Fortunately, he was rescued by a barefoot doctor from the Min country, so he survived, so he got such a weird name from the country of Min.

Ma Yafeng followed Yu Rong to learn some official language of the Min Kingdom, but currently he is still at the level of a "doctor" who only speaks "Da Da".

Hei boy hugged a little furry guy, danced and showed off to Yu Rong, and managed to say a few words in Min Guo official dialect, but he couldn't help but changed to Xiqin dialect.

Yu Rong shook her head amusedly, turned her eyes to the... groundhog in her arms?

Tiny, presumably cubs.

"Ma Yafeng," Yu Rong called him by his name without any scruples after getting to know each other, "Let him go quickly, you are about to strangle him to death, it's too pitiful."

What I didn't say is that the small wild animals in the mountains inevitably have some small bugs on their bodies, and it's not good to bite them.

Ma Yafeng didn't know if he understood, he turned around and continued playing with the groundhog.

Yu Rong shook his head.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, sometimes he is as clever as a young adult, and sometimes he is very childish, like a six or seven-year-old kid, mischievous and mischievous.

but……

Yu Rong wondered, it is hot and humid in the southwest, are there wild groundhogs?

It's a pity that his understanding of the distribution of animals is far inferior to that of plants.

I couldn't think of a reason, so I didn't investigate further.

Just as he was about to persuade Ma Yafeng to send out the groundhog, he suddenly saw a person who seemed to be from Wuyun village running towards here.

"Son."

The "translator" Lang Wei conveyed the words of the visitor: "Master Wuyun Village, please go back immediately, saying that there is something urgent."

Yu Rong couldn't help frowning, and his eyes drifted to the Wuyunzhai man, seeing his nervous expression, he couldn't help but develop some bad intuitions.

Then no longer hesitate.

"Let's go down the mountain then."

Although the Gastrodia elata I was looking for was not found, the medicinal materials in the mountain will not run away—unless they are all dug up by someone unfortunately—when I have free time, I will go up the mountain to find the medicine.