technical type

The young man pouted, still looking unhappy, but he didn't seem to be able to refute anymore, he silently turned himself into a puffer fish, all his reasoning turned into complaints, and he only slandered in his heart.

When Zijing saw this, he knew what the other party was thinking. He was born in a wealthy family, and he avoided the disaster early. He did not endure those frightening flames of war. "It's just big", how can we know the difficulty of studying?

"...I see that old man is working hard, with gray hair, and writing books with a pen, just to leave knowledge for future generations... You really should learn something about this tenacity... Your father told you to read this, not for you Really learning how to grow medicinal herbs is such a hard work, for my generation, it is enough to know a little... Knowing the hard work is not easy, only regretting the rare medicinal materials in hand..."

At this point, seeing the young man opened his mouth, as if to say something, Zijing continued: "I know you want to say that no one grows herbs anymore, let alone a herb planter, but this does not mean that This kind of hard work does not exist, but it is even harder. You know how difficult it is to collect herbs. There are thousands of difficulties and dangers. It is so easy to get a medicinal herb. After careful processing, it is sent to your hands, but it is ruined by you at will. abandoned……"

Speaking of this, Zijing sighed, but couldn't continue for a while, just shook his head and remained silent.

His appearance made the young man feel a little ashamed, no matter whether he admitted it or not, he said in his mouth: "Don't worry, uncle, I know, it will definitely not happen in the future, the big deal is just to wash it off, alas, I It is also for the sake of patients, so dirty, how can I enter it?"

At the end of his words, there was a bit of cunning, as if taking the opportunity to interpret the so-called "doctor's benevolence", Zijing smiled helplessly after hearing this, that's all, some words are useless.

Ji Mo on the side understood Zijing's meaning, who knows that every piece of food on the plate is hard work, that's it!This young man wasted medicinal herbs, so he was punished to read this book, which is just another form of "sympathy for farmers".

He was also shaking his head, but he lamented that the glory of Yaowang Valley will no longer be there. If the descendants are like this, the legacy of Yaowang Valley in the future will only be "disappeared by everyone".

However, these are not his turn to worry about.

"Okay, you go out, there is no need to waste time here."

Zijing waved his hand in a somewhat disheartened manner, telling the young man to quit, but the young man was a little embarrassed when he quit, but after a few steps, he walked hesitantly, and when he looked back several times, he found that his uncle didn't look at him , and finally walked away from the house, walked a little farther, and could hear the sound of Xiao ran leaving.

The box was still open, and Zijing took out the book from it without opening it. He knew the contents by heart, but what was the use of them?

"Nowadays, there are no medicine planters in the world anymore!"

Following his words, the box was closed and placed on the bookshelf again, Zijing also left.

The room was quiet, only Ji Mo was left, standing by the bookshelf, looking at the box, thinking of the specious appearance of the book wrapped in satin cover in the box, he couldn't see what was inside, he could only look at it. Outside, it was no longer a book he knew.

Such a placement, such a preservation, seems to really guarantee its longest possible life, but is it really good?

The knowledge inside is like being locked in a refrigerator. On the surface, it looks like it can keep fresh, but in fact, everyone knows that the things placed in the refrigerator for a long time will also deteriorate and grow white hair.

If no one inherits or updates these old knowledge, the final result will only be a waste product that has been swept into the pile of old papers, and has no further use value.

This should not be the original intention of the book, nor should it be the original intention of him to record this knowledge.

Yes, of course he wants this book to be handed down for a long time. It is of course the best if it can be preserved well. It is also very good to look for medicinal herbs whose appearance is clearly described, to plant, to harvest, and to pass on!

However, how is it possible?

Think about how many people were able to read the Pharmacopoeia back then. When the King opened the Pharmacopoeia to watch, only a few of the four hundred medicine planters went to read the Pharmacopoeia. Aren’t the others curious?No, they are just illiterate.

Not all people who can farm the land are literate, and medicine planters who claim to be different from farmers with knowledge may not necessarily be literate, so...

Farming while reading a book?nonexistent.

Those who can read, understand books, and have knowledge, why don't they become officials?

For the last time, can you show the dignity of literati, stay away from all filth, and expect them to plant, make fertilizer, and pick water to fertilize?I'm afraid I don't think too much.

Perhaps at the beginning, his thinking could not be both. Compared with herbs that are not easy to preserve their medicinal effects for a long time, books as works can of course prolong this time as much as possible, but can such works satisfy another part of him? What about luxury?

Now it seems that it is impossible.

"Actually, I really want to pass on the knowledge, rather than being put on the shelf like this."

As the young man said, all his books are transliterated, and it is inevitable that there are many errors in the names of medicinal herbs-in the eyes of these orthodox Yaowanggu Yimai, they do not take it seriously and despise it. In short, how could other people, those who are not as orthodox as them, take this book seriously?

The result now seems to be very good.

Ji Mo was disheartened for a moment, but then he was comforted a little, no matter what, he still passed.

[Please select the time, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years...]

"100."

Ji Mo, who has no ambition to make progress, chose the most practical choice. It is really not easy for a book to be kept for a hundred years. Let's see.

The vicissitudes of life, time and space change, when Ji Mo saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help being surprised, why... the sky in the wild seems to be extraordinarily high, and under the bright sunlight, tattered books seem to be accidentally discarded on the ground.

Just beside a clump of green grass, the books are scattered there, exposed to the sun.

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

A group of children ran past laughing and laughing, and a child who fell behind tripped over the flexible blade of grass and fell right next to the book. But no one waited for him.

Pian Pian Zui seemed like a child who was about to cry at any time, got up by himself, picked up the book on the ground, dragged his broken shoes, and walked all the way home.

"Where did you go, this damn child? It's so dirty, I won't be tired of washing your clothes!"

The sound of cursing was accompanied by slapping, and the woman who came out of the kitchen quickly found the thing in his hand. The tattered appearance was really not very good. Pick it up, you..."

She was still cursing, but Ji Mo watched the books in the stove being rolled up by flames, and there seemed to be a little ink fragrance permeating the black edges, which made people sigh.

After the books were completely turned into ashes, Ji Mo's perspective was raised again. After a while, he returned to his real body, feeling a heavy burden, and his spirit was still immersed in some kind of regretful emotion. It took a while to pull away.

Only then did he realize that the candle had already been burned to the end, the candle flame had been extinguished, and the candle tears had flowed onto the table, which hadn't completely solidified yet.

The sky outside seemed a bit hazy, and before I knew it, I had stayed up all night.

Looking at the book again, the eyes are different again, the final ending turned out to be like that, and I don’t know what happened to the legacy of Yaowanggu, the books that were put on the shelf were abandoned in the wild at will, is that place Where was the study at that time?

50 years of vicissitudes, maybe, they moved away, some things left behind, maybe, another war, maybe...

Maybe there are ancient medical troubles.

With the contemptuous attitude of a young man, when he grows up, he will offend people while saying that he can't cure diseases, just like the kind of weird doctor who "doesn't treat the living" in novels, this kind of person, the other party begs Of course he was willing to do anything to save lives, but when the other party came back to his senses, after he recovered from his illness, if there was no real power to cover him, he might be backhanded and revenged.

Ji Mo didn't like that young man's attitude at all. What he said was not entirely wrong. As long as he said that there was a typo in the book, Ji Mo would admit it, but his hard work, even if it was funny, useless and boring to outsiders, But I don't want to hear such words that deny the whole article with a shortcoming, it is too hurtful.

Opening the window, the cold wind blows in from outside. With the faint morning light, he read the book again. If he made a typo, it should be the name of the herbal medicine. After all, there are differences in transliteration, but...

[Main task: medicine planter. 】

[Current progress: the first stage of the exam—passed (grade: pass). 】

Long live the pass, that's it, he is already satisfied.

There is nothing he can do if he is not satisfied, is it wrong to expose Zijing Yao Wanggu's identity now and ask the other party if the names of these herbs are wrong?Otherwise, who in the world can really say that they are the official version?

I also know that the other party concealed his identity and came here for a purpose. If he was exposed and harmed the other party, Ji Mo would feel uneasy, that's all, so be it.

[Whether to carry out the second stage of study? (It is recommended to improve the test scores of the first stage first, and enter the second stage of study with excellent results.)】

"No." Ji Mo answered firmly, closed the book, and muttered, "I don't plant land, I don't plant land, I don't want to farm land in this life, no, I don't want to in the next life, I don't want to in the next life..."

It was too hard, and the task of the herb planter was full of twists and turns, and he almost died of old age. This left Ji Mo with a huge psychological shadow. In a short time, he never wanted to see anything related to herb planting again.