technical type

All major families in ancient times would have some prison-like facilities. The most basic version was the firewood room part-time prison, followed by dungeons, and even water dungeons.

Yaowang Valley also has a place to deal with traitors, that is, caves in the mountains. I don’t know how the hard mountain walls were dug into the caves. Escaping is not impossible. Escaping from prison is impossible, but once you escape, you will be charged with the crime.

When Ji Mo was interrogated, he acted very innocent. He did go home with Ji Kui, and he was indeed in a hurry. The army had already arrived at the door, and his parents were still at home. How could he not be in a hurry? Of course, a broken home is worth tens of thousands of dollars, just a few rags, can't it be wrapped up in a bag?

Pharmacopoeia, I must have never seen it. If I said I had read it, I had seen it when I passed by outside the yard.

coveted?That's definitely coveted.

"When I was a child, I thought that I must be the most powerful herb planter in the world. When I grew up, I knew that Yaowang Valley is very powerful, so I came here. I thought about learning how to grow herbs here, but I never thought about being a thief. Of course I want to read the Pharmacopoeia, who in the world doesn’t want to? But it’s definitely not through stealing, and it’s impossible for me to get access to the Pharmacopoeia. As for my brother, I don’t know if he has it. We separated later and never saw each other again. Pass……"

Ji Mo's answer was impeccable. After seeing those bamboo slips and silk scripts, when he burned those things, he had already conceived countless times how he should respond to the people from Yaowang Valley. This response was three years late. It is finally here.

Yaowanggu did not hear anything unreasonable from his answer, and they are not professional interrogators. If they want to kill people just because of this, it is not something that people like them who have always healed and saved people can do. .

"Shut it up first."

Then, Ji Mo was locked in the cave.

Every day at noon, only a little sunlight can shine on the small area inside the fence. Ji Mo saves the water he drinks and continues to plant, as if in a daze, trying hard to plant those small medicinal herb seeds, which are not so precious and valuable Yes, but seeing the green shoots grow, there seems to be a place in my heart, and something breaks out of the ground.

Is it hope?

Is it the future?

Is it joy?

It seems to be all, it seems not to be, Ji Mo will move the small herb near the fence when the sun is good every day, he uses the soil in the cave to make a pot, the rough soil embryo is mixed with urine, mixed with The moist soil in the depths of the cave, and the daily watering.

Use your own excrement and urine as fertilizer, and the fallen leaves blown in by the wind. After a long time, you will ask the servants who often come to bring in some straw to bring in some straw, as well as leftover food and soup, and dig them in a corner of the cave. I made a hole and started to fertilize it. The smell made the place stink, and the servants who delivered the water were disgusted and refused to approach it.

"What do you do when you have nothing to do? How grown-up are you, and you still play with urine and mud!"

The servant pinched his nose, put down the tray containing the rice bowl after a long distance, and poked the tray with a stick to move it to the edge of the fence.

Ji Mo stretched out his hand from the fence, pulled the tray, took away the rice bowl and water on it, put the empty bowl back after eating, stretched his arms as far as possible to push the tray away, so that the servant could take it away from a distance.

"I'm a medicine planter. I can't stop planting herbs. I don't know how long they will imprison me. If it takes a long time, the technique of planting herbs will become unfamiliar..."

Ji Mo is really worried about this. Every day, he will take small stones and carve on the stone wall, stroke by stroke, using the words of this world he has learned to describe the knowledge he remembers. The traces, like his deepened memory, are vivid in his mind.

"Brother, tell me, what's going on outside? Have they found my brother Ji Kui? Have they proved my innocence?"

"What's the proof? Who cares about you? Do you think it's so easy to find someone?"

There seemed to be some inside story in the servant's casual words, Ji Mo hurriedly asked: "Didn't I be found?"

"You? You didn't hide it at all. I believe you are innocent. Otherwise, you would have been anonymous, right? So many people have died, so it's hard to hide it. Don't count on it. I think they will." Forgot all about it."

The servant said shaking his head, took the tray and left.

Ji Mo took the pot of medicinal herbs out to bask in the sun as usual, but what he thought of while sitting aside was that the situation in Yaowang Valley was not good?

The Pharmacopoeia is a major event that is not important at all, and it is important even if it is not important. Everyone knows that it is the core of Yaowanggu. Even if it is for the sake of face, Yaowanggu should pay great attention to it, but when this kind of attention is too late to exaggerate , Has their honeymoon period with the king passed?

Kings have been the same creature since ancient times. They are conceited and have a strong desire to control. He has unified the Central Plains, and even wiped out the surrounding small countries. Is it really possible to tolerate a third-party force, Yaowang Valley, who is aloof?

If it cannot be tolerated, then what will happen?

Ji Mo didn't wait too long. After five years, when half of his black hair turned white, he finally ushered in freedom, and the gate of Medicine King Valley was forced to open.

A charge of "collusion and treason" was imposed on Yaowanggu. The king was magnanimous. He did not intend to kill all the people in Yaowanggu, but let them serve their sentences and use their knowledge to serve the king. Within the scope of this sentence, this sentence is also a process of domestication.

Maybe in a few years, there will be no Valley of Medicine Kings in the world, only the division between pharmacists and pharmacists.

The medicine planter, now exists in name only.

Ji Mo was released when the army was cleaning up the Yaowang Valley. The smell in his cave made them not want to go deep, and no one took a closer look at him, a crazy old man who hadn't taken care of him for a long time. He opened the door and said He can come out, and then it doesn't matter.

During the long time, Ji Mo was only accompanied by herbs, and the green and innovative herbs seemed to have become another kind of sustenance. When he walked out of the cave and smelled the fresh air, he was a little stunned and finally came out Yes!

Holding the pot of herbs in his arms, it was time for another seed to form. Ji Mo sat by the cave, basking in the sun, watching the small seed shell crack, and the shiny black seeds looked like opened eyes. , looking at the world, and looking at him.

With a grin, the yellow teeth combined with the messy black and white and somewhat withered hair made him look more like a crazy old man.

A crazy old man who stinks.

Carefully remove the seeds with your fingers, count the number one by one in the palm of your hand, and hide them in a small pocket made of scraps of clothes, using hair as a rope, and tying the edges of the cloth tightly. Small pockets too.

There are several small pockets like this on his body, and the herbs he carries are replaced little by little. Every year, new ones are replaced with old ones, and they are replaced year after year, so that all the seeds are within the shelf life and will not die. Can't germinate either.

In the cave, a lot of herbs that can adapt to the dark environment have also grown, but they are still there, but they have no value for promotion. The tenacious vitality in the special environment cannot be planted on a large scale in the ordinary environment, and the quality of the good seeds has also been lost. significance.

This kind of seeds needs to be placed separately. Maybe after a few years, their tenacious vitality can complement each other with the good ones to form new good ones.

But before that, a lot of improvement is needed, and it will take a long time for the seeds to be replaced.

"Here, and here, all cleaned up."

"The most important thing in Yaowang Valley is not only the Pharmacopoeia, but also these good seeds. These are all high-quality herb seeds. Without them, there will be no good medicine..."

Some familiar voices were complacent and high-pitched. Ji Mo collected the seeds, raised his head, and saw a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes directing the soldiers to move some things away. An incompetent overseer trying to make himself indispensable.

Beside him was a servant who bowed slightly, and every time he listened to his orders, he would repeat them loudly, telling the soldiers to speed up and so on.

Ji Mo looked over with bright eyes, and the other party also looked over, with a look of disgust, the four eyes met, familiar and unfamiliar faces, there was always something that remained the same.

"He—he is..."

The adult pointed to Ji Mo and asked.

"Ah, my lord, this is the person who is being imprisoned in the Valley of the Medicine King..."

The servant explained, hiding his ignorance with ingenious language, and trying to tell more substantial content.

"Yaowanggu even set up a private prison. I really don't care about the king. Since we are here, we are here to rescue these people. Give him clothes and money, and let him know the king's kindness."

The adult said so, some hasty words with a pretentious tone.

"Yes, your lord is so kind!" The servant boasted, and turned to look at the soldier, and he was assigned, "You, do you hear that, find him some clothes and give him some money, don't get in the way of your lord here eyes."

While speaking, the lord had already walked away quickly, as if he disliked the dirty air here, the servant hurriedly followed after finishing speaking, and started a new round of flattery.

Soon someone threw a few clothes over for Ji Mo, and there was indeed some money, and the soldiers who gave the money didn't care too much, so they searched the Valley of the Medicine King. There were so many valuable things that couldn't fit in the clothes, so they threw them out casually One or two dollars of silver, I don't think it's a big deal.

"It's rare for him to be generous!"

The generals who heard about this didn't pay much attention, and waved their hands casually to make people not be stingy. The other party is playing the banner of the king, can they not give face?

In this way, Ji Mo actually got two decent clothes, and some silver taels, and after a little tidying up, it looks like he can return to his hometown in good clothes.

When he walked out of the Valley of Medicine Kings, he picked up the medicine box on the ground and told the soldiers beside him. In front of him, he picked up some medicinal herb seeds and put them in the medicine box. He carried the medicine box gone.

After walking a long distance, Ji Mo stood still and stared back. Large carts drove out of the valley. The deep ruts meandered, like a symbol of the end. From then on, there was no more Yaowang Valley.