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The army stationed here seemed to be preparing for war at the very beginning, and they had been preparing for six years. After six years, they still remained where they were. However, there are some unpleasant words in private.

A part of the army is still locals like Wang Min and the others, oh, now that small country is completely gone, and the king has been moved to the Central Plains to become a rich man, and they are just locals if they die up.

The other part is the soldiers who came from afar, the two sides don't say that fire and water are incompatible, but they are not too harmonious. It was not until the pharmacist cured the soldiers that they got better.

In such a big environment, it is inevitable that the locals will become more united. It is also under this concerted effort that abandons sectarianism, the area of ​​medicinal herb planting is getting larger and larger, and various medicinal herbs are classified into different categories. There are patches of greenery, and Ji Mo's heart is unavoidably happy.

He wrote two-thirds of the book "Medical Planter", one third of which is the medicinal herbs he has come into contact with, and one third is the medicinal herbs that he has heard from the medicinal planters but has not actually grown. The other third is the part he plans to complete in the future.

And these may not be all types of medicinal herbs, it can only be said that the ones that are easy to grow and promote are all on top, which should be most of the ones that have been handed down from the Valley of the Medicine King.

[Main task: medicine planter. 】

[Current task: professional knowledge learning - (96/100)]

From five years old to white hair like snow, Ji Mo has gone through such a long time this time, he can clearly feel that his body has deteriorated, and there are more colds and coughs when the seasons change, and some medicine powders are always inseparable. He once jokingly said that this is also "self-produced and self-marketed", and those grown in his own fields are always used by the people who grow them.

His body is no longer used to the daily life in the ground. It may be that he was imprisoned in the cave for many years and left sickness. The chill in the bones is only a little better in summer. Whenever there is rainy weather, Wisps of cold air continued to blow out, and the process was like thousands of ants biting out tunnels, leaving the body riddled with holes.

Four o'clock, four o'clock!

Persevering until this time has become a portrayal of exhaustion. Whenever he lies on the bed and looks at the dawn outside the window, Ji Mo always thinks, how long can his life last?This time, it is going to fail.

The "good news" came at this time. It was not only good news for him, but also for the general who was looking forward to his return. Discuss longevity.

The general was ordered to set off with the medicine planter and pharmacist, accompanied by the officers and soldiers who escorted them. They have multiplied for many years, and many people are unwilling to leave. It is difficult to leave their homeland, but they have to leave.

Ji Mo is one of the famous members on the list. His premature gray hair makes him look very old. In the eyes of many people, older people always have more experience, and he is proficient in medicine and planting, which is obvious to all Among other things, the book "Medical Planter" seems to be unfinished and not well-known, but it is also the yearning of many medicinal planters.

Ji Mo himself, who wrote this book, has become some kind of representative figure invisibly.

Wang Min is older than Ji Mo, but he doesn't look as old as Ji Mo. After hearing the news, he laughed at him: "This is a famous drag, you go for us, anyway, I have long been a soldier, not Yao Zhi Teacher."

When Ji Mo was taken away by Yaowanggu, he was removed from the military registration. When he came back, he was not registered in the military again. Where is the planter?Even if it was then, it is not now.

Therefore, all the medicine planters in the army avoided this bad-sounding order, but Ji Mo had nowhere to hide.

"If things don't work out, go to him, he still has some ability now."

Ji Ming is already a little general, and the pharmacist's past has long been something he doesn't bother to mention. He is mediocre in pharmaceuticals, and he can't be considered a real pharmacist if he can fool the people of the Central Plains. The second dispatch ordered him to go with him, but it was the part of the escort.

"What can there be? I'm so old."

With his white hair all over his head, Ji Mo always called himself an old man, and his tone of voice was quite relaxed.

Ji Ming stared at him, the sunny boy who used to love to laugh had somehow become the same as the orange peel with countless wrinkles, he didn't look good at all, but he couldn't be called brutal either.

"Don't worry, it's good to grow medicinal herbs for the king. Maybe I can read the Pharmacopoeia of Medicine King Valley. I've been yearning for it for a long time. I can't say, I still need to rely on the Pharmacopoeia to complete my book."

There are so many medicinal herbs in the world, and it is not possible to collect them all in a corner of Pianan. However, Ji Mo has no time or energy to look for them everywhere. His mission is to be a "medicine planter", not a herb picker, and there is no need to really buy two herbs for one plant. How can we know more medicinal herbs and how to grow them?

Part of the reason for writing "Yao Zhi Shi" is this. Does a medicinal herb have a shelf life of thousands of years?Even if there is such a herb, does the spread of the herb represent the medicine planter?Can't it be picked by the herb pickers?

So, it really depends on the book.

The obvious thoughts are directly exposed on the title of the book, even if only a piece of paper is circulated, as long as the name "Medical Plant Master" is spread, it can be considered a success!

Nowadays, such a gathering scene is also beneficial to Ji Mo. It is inevitable for a group of medicine planters to gather and communicate with each other. Maybe just a few words from the other party can increase his knowledge?

This is how he learned knowledge bit by bit in Yaowang Valley. Ji Mo felt that as long as he was given a similar environment, he could continue.

This is not an empty-handed white wolf. All the knowledge he has recorded in the book "Medical Planter" can be exchanged for mutual benefit.

After the flames of war that swept across the world, countless things were destroyed in a torch and turned into scorched earth. I dare not say that his knowledge is the most scarce, but it is also what some people are eager for.

Being able to retain the name of a medicine planter after many years and persist in the career of a medicine planter, these people, the most basic love for herb planting, is always there, and they should not refuse his request without asking for everyone's consent , even if one or two out of a hundred people agree, when the base is large enough, it is also a huge wealth of knowledge.

Thinking of these, the hardships of the journey are nothing.

Ji Ming is the young general who escorted him. He asked Ji Mo to ride in the car with him. Ji Mo trekked on the road with his old appearance. He really didn’t know if he would die on the way. Ji Ming said that he was too popular before or something.

"Those few are not good, and they pushed you out. Isn't there someone among them? He was quite loud before, walking in the medicine field like a little rooster. He is still young, why didn't he come along?" Woolen cloth?"

Ji Ming is getting old too!

Listening to what Ji Ming said, Ji Mo smiled and nodded frequently, but what he thought of was the old saying, how to put it, oh, the older you are, the more nagging you are.

Ji Ming may be like this!

"You also said, he is young!"

Ji Mo said with a smile that he felt that he really had the sense of humor of the elderly, otherwise he would not have answered so funny and cute.

However, Ji Ming couldn't feel it, so he gave him a cold sneer, and stopped talking to his elm head. The silence lasted only a moment, and he started talking again, changing the subject, talking about all kinds of things about the Ji family, midnight Dreaming back, my hometown is always my hometown, and my relatives are always my relatives.

"...I don't know what happened to them."

Neighboring countries are secluded, and they are also secluded. In a short period of time, the old king does not want to open up a new battlefield. His ambitions are all blocked by the piece of meat he swallowed. Before the digestion is complete, he I'm afraid there's nothing more I can do.

What's more, there is still time, and time does not allow him to act recklessly.

"It's been so many years!"

Ji Mo would think this way occasionally, and then he looked at the sky that seemed to never change and thought, what would happen if he failed?

The panic in his heart is like a disease that strikes frequently, making people uncomfortable. He is afraid, very afraid, really afraid.

Fearing that the guest will die in a foreign land and have no way back, afraid that the soul will never know the way of the previous life, even if it is a hundred thousand years, ten thousand years, what is the meaning of him in this world?

He thought about what happened after death, exposing the bones to the wilderness, and in the coming year, green grass will grow on the bones, take root in the gaps, and survive in difficulties. At that time, the bones with empty eyes, the bones looking up at the sky, Are you still thinking about it?

Because of thinking, grass grows on the bones.

Perhaps this full head of gorgeous hair is the innumerable thoughts that continue to decline, and they can't find their way back after all.

"I must go."

The determination has been made early in the morning, and there are thousands of difficulties. This is the last way to survive, the last way that will not make people despair.

"Why are you so persistent?" Ji Ming felt puzzled. The glorious era of Yao Plant Master passed with the decline of Yao Wang Valley. To be honest, even when Yao Wang Valley was still there, Yao Plant Master was not the most popular. The respected group of people, because the base is too large, the large number makes it more like some kind of popular knowledge second only to food cultivation, both similar and similar, if it is not for the supply of pharmaceuticals, I am afraid it is difficult to distinguish To much glory.

But at that time, Ji Mo was already determined to be a medicine planter, and his childhood ambitions remained unchanged when he grew up. Is this persistence just for the sake of being "the most powerful"?Isn't it good to do other things?

The reason of the system cannot be said. For Ji Mo, the question of "why" is very simple and difficult. He smiled, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be mischievous and cunning that was rarely seen in childhood: " Don't you think it's romantic to only do one thing in your life?"

Ji Ming was speechless, he didn't expect his younger brother to look like a younger brother when he got old.

Ji Mo slowly withdrew his smile, his eyes were far away, as if he saw the eternal sky outside through the gap of the shaking curtains - he only made a preface of this life, and exchanged for the book that will be handed down through the ages.