technical type

The knowledge that can be recorded in books is itself a summary of previous knowledge, which can be regarded as the condensed essence. Obviously, such things as the number of words in water did not have the soil for survival in ancient times.

Short lifespan, infinite knowledge, those who can write these will not embellish such practical knowledge with such sick words.

Every sentence is dry, full of sincerity.

Ji Mo opened the book and read it all. Most of the characters can still understand the meaning, but a few parts are not quite clear. It is definitely not Wu Zetian's privilege to create characters. The person who wrote this book does not know whether it is a mistake or a mistake. I temporarily found a replacement for forgetting to write, and occasionally there are a few, which seem to be a bit of an eyesore.

In addition, there are some vocabulary issues. Just like people have nicknames, medicinal herbs have various names, and the means of processing medicinal herbs also have different names, which requires more professional knowledge.

In the previous world, Ji Mo used to be a medicine planter. Even if the herbs are different, he is not a person who knows nothing about the properties and pharmacology of medicines. Depend on.

The dinner was brought by Fu Que. She put down the food box and didn't leave right away. Ji Mo thought he was urging him to return the book. Such a manuscript is really too precious, so he hurriedly said: "I just read the book once, and there are some books in it. I don’t know much about things, so it’s not easy to copy them out, so I’ll wait to ask someone tomorrow, and I’ll definitely return them as soon as possible..."

"What don't you understand? Just ask me."

Fu Que glared at Ji Mo, and seemed to be reluctant when she said it, but agreed again.

Ji Mo froze for a moment, what does this mean?But since she said that she can ask, he will ask. If she asks others, it seems that it is not very good to ask others with the things of Yaowanggu. Fu Que said that she is also from Yaowanggu, so it can be better and she understands better. Some.

He put his heart into it, and immediately brought up those who were not sure, and asked them one by one.

I don’t know if this booklet can be shown to Fu Que, but Ji Mo pretended that he couldn’t. He didn’t take out the booklet, and asked directly, first it was the name of the herb, second it was how it was treated, and second it said two things Why does the principle of contradictory properties of medicines not apply here.

Fu Que is indeed the inheritance of Yao Wang Valley, she is just a maid, she knows a lot, and she can answer most of them, but she seems a little annoyed that she can't answer some of the questions, so she said: "I want to answer this question." Think about it, and I will tell you tomorrow."

In the end, it was getting late, and Ji Mo couldn't let a young girl from the other party stay in the room with him, so he said that he would ask for advice tomorrow.

The food was already cold on the table. There is a small stove by Ji Mo's side, but he can heat it up by himself after a while. It's not a problem. Fu Que will come tomorrow with a food box to collect these empty plates.

She put the empty plate from the previous meal in the food box, and when she was about to leave, she bit her lower lip with her teeth, and asked unwillingly, "Do you hate me?"

Since the young lady of Yaowang Valley married and became the wife of the owner of the Shaozhuang, since the wife of the owner of the Shaozhuang arranged for someone to deliver meals to Ji Mo, which is the job that Fu Que did, it has not been long or short, and it has been a year or two. Do you hate meeting each other twice?

Ji Mo thought about the meaning of the words of Mrs. Shaozhuang during the day. Fu Que was not present in the room at that time, but the news probably reached her ears.

A young and beautiful girl, not annoying personality, hard-working and capable nature, generous and cheerful appearance...how can you hate it?

"I don't hate you, you're fine, but I'm not good enough."

Ji Mo smiled, not to mention how outstanding his appearance is, the young man has that kind of pure and dignified aura, which seems to be mixed with the fragrance of books, so he naturally feels a bit frail, even if he tames a ferocious beast, he will be with the ferocious beast every day As a companion, there is no such forceful momentum.

Plain clothes, plain clothes, no matter what, they are not what the focus of the crowd should look like, but...

Fu Que bit her lip, if her eyes were covered with tears, did he really look down on her so much?

"A person's life time is limited, as short as 30 to 60 years, as long as 20 or [-] years, and [-] or [-] years are always a minority. It takes ten years to be ignorant and ignorant when you are young, and it is only [-] years for young people to strive hard and learn. Half of life is for learning, and the other half is for learning to practice..."

Ji Mo didn't look at Fu Que. What he said was to her, but he was also saying to himself, if he still wanted to maintain the purity of a student and not be distracted by other things in the life he traveled through for the first time, Lest the life experience of getting married and having children really harden the heart.

Then, after a lifetime, looking back, what you see is not regret, but willingness.

Without such concentration, it would be impossible to have such achievements.

Always focus on doing things.

Chai, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea seem to be indispensable in life, but how much thought should be taken away from the various disturbances that follow?If possible, Ji Mo is willing to eat and sleep, and put all his energy on his studies, so that he won't regret that he didn't pay attention when the results come out.

Learning is the main task, and it is also what he is interested in and loves.

Others, if you want to come after them, why bother?

"If you can't put your heart into it 100%, it's better not to, otherwise you will have resentment in the future, and I'm afraid you will regret it."

These words seemed to hurt someone a bit, Fu Que suppressed the tears in her eyes, forced herself to open her eyes wide, not daring to lower her head, for fear that the tears would roll down directly when she lowered her head.

"You are good, you deserve better people, people who like you and are liked by you."

Ji Mo spoke sincerely, with a smile on his face, no matter what, no matter how much of Fu Que's unwillingness was due to his liking for him, and how much of it was his displeasure at being refuted, he still had to be grateful for this kindness. .

In a person's life, how many people pass by, just strangers, and how many people look back and remember your figure.

We should be grateful, those who are willing to record you have always paid attention to you, so that you will not be scattered like fireworks and disappear in a blink of an eye.

Relatives, friends, if there are still people who are not well-known to you remember you, then it can also be regarded as a success.

The remaining afterglow was about to fall to the wall, and the room was even darker. Fu Que, who was already standing at the door, opened the door abruptly, and the scattered light outside fell on her body. It was a dim orange light, the kind that would be annihilated at any time. On the display, the orchid grass embroidered with reflective silk thread is faint and bright.

"Of course I'm fine."

Fu Que said so, and walked out quickly, the food box knocked on the door frame, she turned her head, seemed to be looking at the food box, and also seemed to be looking at Ji Mo, who was in the dark room, and said crisply: " Tomorrow I will come to deliver food, if you have any questions, ask them tomorrow.”

"Okay, thank you Miss Fuqu."

Ji Mo responded, it was cute that the other party let go so heartily, there seemed to be a smile in his voice, it was appreciation and approval.

"What are you laughing at? If you don't like people, don't be so polite all the time! But if you are vulgar..." Fu Que glared at Ji Mo, before she finished speaking, she turned around and walked away quickly, her skirt hem Flying away, like spreading wings, can't wait to escape from the darkness.

Ji Mo looked at her back, touched her nose, rude, how could you be so rude?In this world, for any seemingly insignificant person, who knows what will be brought behind him?

Travelers, people from another world, even if they were born in this world, have a complete memory from the baby to the present, but they are different in their hearts. The kind of cautiousness in an unfamiliar environment seems to be innate. The deep imprint brought to me from the original world cannot be calmly integrated into others.

I hope to be loved by everyone. I hope that I will not offend the hidden master before I find the master. I hope that after I find the master, someone can help facilitate this relationship between master and apprentice. I hope to perform well in front of the master, so as to gain the love of the other party. Give it all.

Ji Mo is not the kind of person who is very smart and has a high EQ. It is impossible to get the favor of other people casually. He figured out the other party's situation, imagined the other party's preferences, and then tried his best to show those pleasing It is obviously not a half-way replacement, but it seems that there is a prototype, so he has to play it-to deeply analyze this psychology, or it can only be called cautious.

Living in a dark jungle, I don’t know what kind of danger is hidden in the dark. Even the way to the future, the tiny light, needs to be searched by oneself so as not to miss it. How can we be careless and careless?

He knew that the rules and class restrictions of the ancient world were wrong, and he didn't agree with them in his heart, but when things came to an end, he couldn't oppose them loudly and fiercely like a real aborigine. He was afraid of the "differentness" he showed It exposed the identity of the truly heterogeneous.

In other words, his status as a time traveler restricted him, making him more adaptable to the rules and obeying the restrictions than those aborigines.

Perhaps, this is also the mentality of those in many novels who have traveled to ancient times and naturally maintained class rule and tried to become the ruling class.

Ji Mo didn't feel ashamed when he found out that he was timid, but he was a little disappointed.When reading poetry and articles, I love both beauty and excitement.Splendid and colorful, it is the "precious" that can't be expected, it is passionate and heroic, and it is the "power" that is self-satisfied. What's the taste?

When it is generalized as "ordinary", it seems ridiculous to want to do any big business.

The chick has never flown, how dare to ask the swan?

"In front of you, you can do what you can. Others, don't care about it anymore."

Ji Mo originally wanted to tell Fu Que that she should be the master of her marriage, instead of letting a master casually give her away as a reward. This kind of "giving" is to give the name of a regular wife Isn't it belittled?

Is it dignity that class is trampling on?Or human rights?Or is it the freedom of human nature that is born as a human being?