Chapter 8: Indigenous (II)
"I don't understand. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" knelt on the ground, facing the black-clothed man on the screen, and swore in a low voice.
"It seems that the Guerga clan is a native of the country. The soft voice of the master muttered to himself.
The man in black who was kneeling knew very well that this was not said to him, so he bowed his head and remained silent, continuing to wait for the master's instructions later.
Behind the screen, Wanyan Yulan, dressed in a pink flag, has a human-like voice and a pair of charming Danfeng eyes, which adds a lot of charm to her youthful and delicate appearance.
She sat reclining, her left hand on the small table, the tips of her red-dyed nails tapping lightly, "There was nothing wrong with it before, after this illness, except for the winter to warm the house and grow vegetables, nothing has changed much." So, that's just a coincidence. ”
After talking to herself, she smiled with relief, and the hand that knocked on Xiao Ji clenched violently, and disdain welled up in the charming Danfeng's eyes: "Wang Xuezhen, hum, idiot, it's really embarrassing to cross the woman's face." "What a waste of her golden finger of crossing women.
With this superb acting skills, after Wang Xuezhen made a final conclusion about her indigenous identity, Jia Ming once again fooled another hidden female boss.
After returning to her small courtyard, Jia Ming re-tensed her nerves, planning to re-study Chinese herbal medicine to increase her self-protection ability.
When she was dispensing medicine for Eshuo before, she discovered that Chinese herbal medicine in the normal world is very different from that after the end of the world.
After the end of the world, the virus not only turned many people into zombies, but also gave people special abilities, which still had the same effect on people, and also had a great impact on animals and plants.
Many plants, which were originally used as herbs, have become poisons, either greatly increasing their medicinal potency or greatly decreasing their medicinal potency.
In addition, many mutated plants have certain drug value after mutation, but they do not have drug value before mutation.
As for Chinese herbal medicine in the normal world, such as the current Qing Dynasty, she doesn't know much, and some of them are only memories of her student career before the end of the world, and they may not be complete, so she has to re-study them.
What's more, with the ability of the wood attribute and the research experience of her previous life, it is easier for her to regain the knowledge of these configurement drugs.
The crisis prompted Jiaming to no longer live a leisurely life, and while she flipped through the Chinese medicine collection at home every day, she also bought herbs from the pharmacy and came back to prepare her own medicines.
Originally, she planned to use her ability to cultivate Chinese herbs by herself, but she didn't dare.
After all, she has only read a few medical books, and no one teaches them, how can there be so many self-taught geniuses in the world, maybe there are cats.
If you do this, you are likely to attract the attention of people with ulterior motives, especially those who cross women.
Just like her, since she knew that there was a time-traveling woman in this world, once she found out who was more out of line, or whose performance was not in line with this era, she was always suspicious in her heart, guessing whether this would be another time-traveler.
Thinking about it from another perspective, she was like this, and once those crossing girls found out that something was wrong, she felt that they were likely to guess the same.
She doesn't want to be careless, her identity exposed, and she is implicated by a crossing woman. After all, judging from Liu Ruoguan and Wang Xuezhen she came into contact with, the crossing girl represents trouble.
However, this is not good, that is not good, Jia Ming is very uncomfortable, because she is used to it, her hands are itchy.
Otherwise, she would buy some flowers and come back to cultivate them, and she would have enjoyed them, which seemed to be a sigh, and perhaps she could cultivate some uncommon Chinese herbs, which were rarely recognized, and I think that no one else should be able to detect them except for a few people who can find them and no one tells them.
After Jia Ming weighed the low probability of being discovered, she finally couldn't suppress the desire in her heart and was busy in the courtyard every day. Today is no exception, after her efforts in the past three months, in the open space of the small courtyard of Guerjia's house, there are clusters of flowers, green trees, and unknown grasses growing in the flowers, and she is so busy in the flowers.
When I looked up by chance, I found that Jia Heng looked at her with an ugly face, and looked at the red eyes, obviously crying.
Jia Ming frowned, "Jia Heng, what's wrong with you?" "When you came back from Qixue so early, were you bullied in Qixue?"
Jia Heng opened his mouth and seemed to say something, but there was no sound.
Seeing him like this, Jia Ming's heart suddenly sank, and a bad premonition instantly hit her heart.
"What the hell, what's wrong?" Jia Heng's mood affected Jia Ming, making her voice become abnormal, her voice became lower and lower, and she trembled a little.
"Eshuo Ahun (brother), uh" Jiaheng didn't finish speaking, tears instantly burst out of his eyes, and he choked up.
Hearing this, Jia Ming immediately stumbled, his eyes were black, and he finally stabilized his body, and after stabilizing his voice and being able to speak, he asked in a trembling voice: "He, what's wrong with him?" Is it injured, or?
The faint uneasiness in her heart, and Jiaheng's style made her judge, but she still didn't want to believe it.
Jia Ming looked at Jia Heng with a pair of big black eyes, expecting him to say the answer he was expecting in his heart - he was injured, but it was too heavy.
Jia Heng looked at Jia Ming's expectant gaze, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say anything. Eshuo Ahun, such a good person, is just gone, Eyun ......
However, we still need to know the total amount of clouds.
"Eshuo Ayu (brother), it's gone. Orin pushed Jia Heng away violently, tears blurred.
With that, he turned around sharply and ran towards the gate.
It's really gone. Jia Ming suddenly felt very uncomfortable in her heart, very stuffy, and tears flowed out unconsciously.
The tall and strong Eshuo Ahun is gone, the person who feels sorry for her and always helps her with the heavy work is gone, the person who was kind to her and often buys her small things is gone......
Time flies, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the wound in Jia Ming's heart is full of healing, leaving only a shallow scar.
And after the death of E Shuo, the only one of the two families, who was an adult, Jia Ming supported the two families and raised Olin as his other younger brother.
Two younger brothers, Olin Xiwu, Jiaheng Xuewen.
Thirteen-year-old Jiaheng is preparing to participate in the college examination in the capital in August of the 41st year of Kangxi, as long as he passes this hurdle, he will be able to achieve fame in Xiucai.
As for the examination pen sticker style, he has considered it, but it is estimated that it will be difficult for ordinary people like him to be appreciated and promoted, because he has no relationship and no money.
If he takes the imperial examination and is a Jinshi, the starting point is much higher than the pen sticker, not to mention, he is quite talented on the way to study.
Although Jia Ming is also very confident in him, she is really nervous about her younger brother in the end.
"Eyun, it's me who went to the examination institute, not you. "By implication, you don't have to be too nervous.
"I don't want to, but I can't help it. Jia Ming was also depressed in her heart, you must know that in the face of such a cruel scene in the last days, she has not endangered her name several times, she has never had such an unbearable mentality, her mentality problem, regression.
"Otherwise, Jia Ming Eyun, you go to Qingquan Temple to offer incense, many women have gone, maybe it works. It doesn't work, it's okay to go out and walk around. ”
Orin immediately proposed, what he just mentioned was one reason, and the other was that he knew Jiaming, she liked to get in touch with mountains and rivers, and Qingquan Temple was built on the mountainside, and she often went to it over the years.
Moreover, every time she goes and comes back, she is in a better mood.