A crystal ball, just such a bunch of things that she couldn't figure out, the sacrificial platform of the river valley tribe, and many other things waiting for her to study, but she hadn't had time to start yet.

"Since you want to tell me, write a manual generously! What are you doing in secrecy! ”

Today's Jun Qianqian still wants to find out the mastermind behind the scenes and beat him up.

Thinking of the knot in my brain, I simply didn't want to think about it, now it's almost autumn, spring to autumn to the grass to destroy, and then it will be very inconvenient to do pharmacopoeia again, Jun Qianqian put the matter of the sacrificial platform aside first, and pulled the hyacinth to pick grass all over the mountains.

"Which of these grasses are poisonous and which can cure diseases, you have to tell me one by one, do you know?"

Jun Qianqian instructed Feng Xin, but in order to prevent mistakes, she would verify the usefulness of these drugs after the draft collection was completed.

In her previous life, she was going to study clinical surgery.

Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are completely two different scientific systems, and the western part of modern science is more in line with the general public's cognition, but the part of Chinese medicine that is studied and understood also belongs to modern medicine, but there are still many theories in Chinese medicine being explored.

However, in the previous life, because many scammers cheated money in the name of traditional Chinese medicine, the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine has not been very good.

In fact, in the early years of the development of Western medicine, the fun was much more terrifying than that of Chinese medicine, any disease would be bled or craniotomy, and Western medicine also had a very dark history.

But the medical system that has lasted for thousands of years must have reasonable and practical points, but unfortunately she was not interested in Chinese medicine at the beginning, otherwise she would not have ended up building a medical system from scratch.

Traditional Chinese medicine methods such as pulse diagnosis and acupuncture are so in line with the current productivity.

However, she won't.

She disgraced the traverser, alas.

Outside the wild monkey ran for many days, collected a lot of plants, just today it was drizzling, Fengxin was naturally on holiday, Jun Qianqian stayed in the tent to sort out the materials.

"Bang! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The sound of smashing the table came from the tent, Luo Ze heard the sound, and reluctantly turned the door into the door, and sure enough, at a glance, he saw Jun Qianqian slamming the steel needle on the table, struggling to bind the book.

"If you can't get it, don't leave such a thick piece of paper, or wait until I come back to nail it."

Luo Ze hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the half-finished thick book in her hand, for fear that she would prick her hand.

"I'll be able to finish it if I knock it for a while!"

Jun Qianqian was still staring at her round eyes, arguing like an angry little hamster.

"What if you hurt your hand?"

Roze took out his large thimble and easily pinned the unwritten pharmacopoeia book.

"I'll pay attention, it's not like I started writing today, I just thought that I would be idle anyway."

Jun Qianqian looked at Luo Ze holding the needle and thread, and didn't know if this scene was a boyfriend or a woman.

In short, he is still quite handsome, even if Luo Ze wants to embroider, he must be quite handsome!

"It's too dark in the tent on a cloudy day, so let's light the lights."

Luo Ze originally had something to deal with, and was taking people to the office tent for a meeting, but when he heard Jun Qianqian's movements, he ran over to order books with the others.

"Patriarch—"

Outside the tent, Ana's voice filled with resentment.

"yes, you're still at work!"

Jun Qianqian found that she had forgotten, she should be surprised where Luo Ze came out, why did she sit down so naturally to help him order books?

"Tsk."

Luo Ze, who was reminded, pouted unhappily, Jun Qianqian reminded him, and it was not good for him to continue to rely on.

"What's your expression?"

Jun Qianqian burst out laughing, she stood up on tiptoe, crossed the table and pulled Luo Ze's face, since she came back, the two of them wanted to stick together all the time, but the work still had to be done.

"I'm not happy and want to skip work."

Luo Ze looked like he had two fluffy bear ears on his head, and he was hanging listlessly at this time.

"You go get busy first, I'll bring you food at noon, okay?"

The trainer rubbed the head of the large beast and whispered comfortingly.

"Okay then."

Luo Ze seemed to have barely recovered a little bit of energy, and when he went out in the morning, Jun Qianqian hadn't gotten up yet, he rubbed it for a while, tied up her hair, and then went out for a meeting again.

Ana waited at the door, and sure enough, he got a very frightening glare.

Being a manager in the Purple Flower Tribe is really difficult.

After Luo Ze left, Jun Qianqian was left alone, and he was a little interested in the book that had been neatly bound on the desktop for a while.

Sure enough, the love of children or something affects people's work too much.

Jun Qianqian covered her face with her hands and sighed.

She touched the white paper in her hand, which was specially made for the production of pharmacopoeia, bleached with alkaline water not only once, but also mixed with anti-moth-proof powder.

Now the tribe is well-manned, and some places have begun to pay attention to it, especially this kind of pharmacopoeia, which may be handed down for several generations, is made with the best materials.

Jun Qianqian also had to make ink and a fine brush to outline the shape of the herbs, because even charcoal is not easy to fade, and it still does not last as long as ink penetrates the paper.

Shouldn't she practice calligraphy, otherwise when others look at the pharmacopoeia a few hundred years later, wouldn't she be very embarrassed if she lamented that her ancestors' handwriting was ugly?

"But anyway, I died at that time, so it's a shame to be ashamed."

It's a pity that after practicing two lines of words, Jun Qianqian gave up.

The function of words is to convey information, as long as it can be understood, why should it be so good-looking.

There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up.

Jun Qianqian fell on the table in frustration.

And the time, it's finally time to deliver food to Luo Ze, poor Purple Flower Pharmacopoeia, except for a name written on the cover, didn't move a word after opening it.

Tianyin and Yueling were said to be escorted by the guards, but when they were actually taken to Jun Qianqian's office, they saw that there was no one in the empty room, and the Purple Flower High Priest they were looking for had already gone to fall in love with the patriarch.

What else can be done, just wait.

Who knows how to wait, just wait until the sun sets.

"She wouldn't mean to, would she?"

The doubtful life of the moon spirit and others.

"Probably not."

Having said that, Tianyin is actually not sure, after all, the two have waited for so long, even if Jun Qianqian is busy, someone should have notified her.

A sane person like her would not embarrass people in such a trivial matter.

However, even if a guard goes to Jun Qianqian and knows that the patriarch is with her, he will decisively give up the summons.

Disturbing the patriarch will be killed by the eyes, they don't have Anatoutie, and the dead friends are not dead and poor, so let these two unlucky children wait.