After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

Early the next morning, just after dawn, Qu Zhong looked at the sky and got up presumably.

It's been a long time since I woke up so early. After sitting up, I yawned long and tearfully, and then I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed.

Zhang Min, who was over excited last night, chatted with Ling Tiansu for a long time before barely falling asleep.

So no matter whether Qu Zhong was dressing in the room or opening the door, the two people on the kang did not respond, and Ling Tiansu was even snoring.

crunch--

As soon as the door opened, several cameras were already waiting outside.

Qu Zhong rubbed his face, ignored the following camera, and went to wash himself.

I looked at the time just now, and it was only after seven o'clock, and the surrounding area was still quiet, and no one in the other houses had woken up yet.

After he finished washing, the Pofeng's house next to him was still silent.

Tucking his nose, Qu Zhong finally took a look at the closed door over there, then sighed, turned around and entered the mountain with his back on his back.

If he heard correctly, Baofeng borrowed a phone from somewhere in the middle of the night last night, squatted behind the house and made calls for several hours, which made him hear it vaguely.

This kind of fearless and sticky sex looks like it's in love.

Now he must still be in a deep sleep, Qu Zhong felt that he would not be able to wake up until the afternoon if he did not sleep, so he decided not to wait.

Passing by the house of Baofeng's house and walking for about ten minutes, there is a real big forest in front of you.

The soil is mainly red soil, and a large area of ​​the forest is covered by weeds, so it seems that no one has been there.

And the guide arranged by the program group has been following Qu Zhong closely, looking around with alert eyes, holding a stick in his hand and slapping the grass non-stop.

Qu Zhong's eyes kept searching around, and he passed by the worthless herbs in front of him.

The guide sneered inwardly, expressing great disdain for Qu Zhong's appearance.

He thought that this person was the most likely to know herbal medicine among the few people, after all, he talked a lot on TV.

But looking at it now, I'm afraid I still don't know where to buy those formulas of this person.

As the few people walked deeper and deeper, the vegetation in the forest also changed a lot, and there were even more mosquitoes.

The guide began to get impatient, and as the terrain became higher, the grass became thinner, so he didn't need to lead the way anymore, he just needed to take a few people out in a while.

But now seeing that Qu Zhong got nothing, and he didn't ask him, he only knew that he pretended to be an X, which was a waste of time, and he felt even more annoyed.

Finally, he couldn't help but reminded: "There are many herbs nearby, you can look around."

"Thank you, I saw it, but I will pick these when I go back, and I will find the others first."

Qu Zhong turned his head, smiled and rejected his so-called kindness, and then quickened his pace.

Hitting a soft nail, the guide rolled his eyes fiercely with his back to the camera, and deliberately slowed down.

just let you pretend...

The cameraman quickly discovered the guide's movements, but their show was live, and he couldn't remind Qu Zhong at all. He could only wave his hand at the guide over there, causing the machine on his shoulder to shake twice.

Kneeling down, he touched the soil under his feet. The water vapor on his fingertips was getting heavier and heavier. Qu Zhong rubbed it with his fingers to make sure that there should be a spring nearby.

Along with the spring around the eyes, there may be a rare medicinal material-ghost drop needle.

The name of this kind of medicinal material sounds scary, but it is indeed the best medicinal material for fighting poison with poison. The conditions for the growth of medicinal materials are very harsh, and artificial cultivation cannot be done at all.

Only when the three conditions of long-term moistness of the root, long-term dryness of the head, and distinct temperature of the four seasons are met, can it be possible to grow.

This medicinal material can not only kill the early cancer cells in the body, but also has a miraculous effect on various neurotoxins.

Of course, the medicine itself is also slightly toxic, and Qu Zhong also studied it a few years ago when he was reading medical books before the doctor's qualification examination.

It's a pity that the collection cost is too high, and it takes decades to grow. Except for some old herb collectors, basically no one knows it.

Suddenly, the faint sound of running water came from his ears, Qu Zhong was overjoyed, and started to gallop in the woods, his steps were as if he was on flat ground.

The cameraman froze for two seconds before subconsciously starting to run wildly.As for the guide, he can't take care of it at all now. In the live broadcast, it was an accident to lose the guests.

Viewers watching the webcast were dumbfounded.

The camera on the TV shakes violently, leaving only a black figure occasionally flashing past the camera.

The barrage on the video screen was full of question marks, and later viewers even suspected that they were watching a motion sickness program.

[What is this running?Encountered a wild boar? 】

【No, just running. 】

[Not even a word, so it's not a broadcast accident? 】

【Qu Zhong is not an artist, please understand. 】

【See if he found something good】

[It is possible, after all, they are professionals]

[Hey, my idol is still sleeping, I would rather get motion sickness than looking at the faded door]

【Look, stop】

With the sudden stop of the barrage, Qu Zhong finally came to the spring he had been looking for.

This spring is very small, about the size of a fist, and it's in the middle of two big rocks, so if you don't pay attention, you won't notice it at all.

After peeling away the dead grass covering it, the spring water finally came out.

This is not only a spring, but also a spring, and there should be a dark river underneath.

Now that he had found the water source, Qu Zhong began to search around slowly. Because of the nourishment of the spring water, the surrounding rocks were covered with moss.

First he turned his head and told the following cameraman, Qu Zhong started to grope on both sides of the stone with hands and feet.

"really have!"

When his eyes swept across a muddy field covered with dead leaves, Qu Zhong with a good eye glanced at the dark red plant at the top.

Ghost drop——

The top is dark red, as thin as a needle, and the root is brown, as big as an adult head.

What can be used as medicine is only its planting stem, a dark red planting stem as long as a palm, only as thick as an earphone cable, and it is very difficult to dig.

A 30-year-old ghost needle can now be auctioned for hundreds of thousands in the Chinese medicine industry.

But this kind of rare medicinal material can only be described as having a price but no market in the industry.

Carefully squatting down, Qu Zhong first turned his head to look at the camera, after thinking about it, he beckoned to the camera: "Camera teacher, come here to shoot."

Qu Zhong felt that this kind of precious medicinal material could just take this opportunity to popularize it to the audience.

Hearing this, the cameraman also knew that Qu Zhong had discovered something remarkable, so he immediately took the camera and took a close-up of the place Qu Zhong was pointing at.

"This kind of medicinal material is called ghost drop needle. You can search for the detailed introduction on the Internet."

After speaking, he took out the palm-sized shovel from the back basket, and began to dig around carefully.

This cautious look made the audience watching the live broadcast blow up, and the screen was full of words of crowd watching.

There are a lot of impatient ones, and they immediately start searching on the Internet.

The results of the search surprised them even more. This kind of rare medicinal material is hard to find now, and they did not expect to be met by Qu Zhong.

The dark red poles were gradually exposed. Qu Zhong dropped the shovel and began to replace it with a small hoe, peeling off the soil layer by layer.

This Guiluo needle should be hundreds of years old, but it is as thick as his little finger.

"Okay, now let's dig it out."

As the rhizome appeared, Qu Zhong didn't start digging any further. He gently cut down the root with a knife, and a stream of red slurry immediately flowed out.

Qu Zhong's expression didn't change, he immediately scratched the cross-section on the mud a few times, and sealed the cut with soil.

The general herbal pickers dig out the rhizomes, which is convenient for storage.

But this also means that this kind of medicinal material will not appear in this place in the future. This kind of behavior is equivalent to "cutting off children and grandchildren".

After the incision was dusty, Qu Zhong explained to the camera: "Leave the root, and we can still see its shadow in this place decades later."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a few handfuls of weeds from the side, wrapped Guiluozhen inside, and put it in the basket.

After finishing these, he backfilled all the excavated soil and restored it to a flat land.

The cameraman didn't know what Qu Zhong was digging, but followed him responsibly.

The two searched carefully around the spring, and Qu Zhong actually dug dozens of ghost needles around the spring.

"Let's go down the mountain first."

He was extremely satisfied with his harvest today, Qu Zhong looked at the time on his watch, and found that it was already past noon, and it was time to go down the mountain.

The cameraman nodded through the camera, and the two slowly began to descend the mountain.

However, the guide who had originally led them was sitting on the road when they came. When he saw the two of them, he lazily got up and walked ahead without saying a word.

***

A family compound in Beicheng.

Mr. Gong clutched his chest, his mind was buzzing.

"How many trees did he dig?"

"Dozens."

The eldest son Kyono, who was watching the live broadcast with him next to him, repeated it helplessly, expressing his incomprehension of the old man's astonishment.

"Grandpa, isn't it just a few herbs, don't you need to be so surprised!"

Grandson Gong Bowen stretched his long arms and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He asked questions that his father didn't dare to ask without hesitation.

"You know shit."

Stretching his legs and kicking Gong Bowen twice, Mr. Gong narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "The price of these dozens of grasses is at least tens of millions."

He has been a military doctor in the system all his life, and has a deep research on these medicinal materials.

Of the medicinal herbs that Qu Zhong dug just now, several of them were directly wrapped with soil, and it was impossible to see how thick they were.

The key is that this thing is hard to find, and you can only rely on touch.

"what?"

"Tens of millions? Grandpa, are you joking?"

Hearing the price, the two people next to him were shocked. Gong Bowen patted his forehead in disbelief.

He finally returned home, and was dragged to watch some live TV with his father here.

He was quite reluctant at first, but now he has refreshed his cognition.

Tens of millions, one morning...

"I knew from the beginning that this kid must be extraordinary."

Ignoring the surprise of the two, Mr. Gong gently patted his knee with his left hand, his eyes full of playful expressions.

At the beginning of the show, Qu Zhong had a clear goal and did not stop at all. After touching the ground twice, he became even more determined.

Mr. Gong is sure that he must have gone directly for this herbal medicine.

What a kid not to be underestimated.

He glanced at Qu Zhong who was still digging money grass on TV, and then looked at his grandson who was sitting beside him.

Really more popular than dead people!