After this episode, Jiang Zhimian began to officially produce He Shou Wu.

As she said, the raw He Shou Wu is poisonous.

It can be used, and it needs to be concocted.

Jiang Zhimian poured the washed He Shou Wu into a clay pot, stirred it well with black bean juice and rice wine, and then put it in a jar, sealed it with oiled paper, put it in an iron pot filled with water, and simmered it until the juice was exhausted.

Finally, take it out and spread it out to dry.

At this point, the moon has risen high overhead.

Everyone was sleepy, but no one said to rest first, yawned, and stood next to Jiang Zhimian.

Mianmian didn't make any noise to sleep after working so hard, but they called it off early, which was so inappropriate!

Zhu Ruyi also deliberately went to the stove room to boil hot water so that Jiang Zhimian could soak his feet.

"Okay, let's go back to sleep, this He Shou Wu is estimated to be dried until tomorrow afternoon." Jiang Zhimian said.

Then everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, and went back to their respective houses.

Jiang Zhimian didn't even bother to soak his feet, and fell asleep on the bed.

But the next morning, I woke up early.

Because she suddenly remembered that it was spring recently, and there was dew in the morning, which would infiltrate He Shou Wu and dilute the medicinal effect.

The best thing to do is to put them all in the house and wait for the sun to come out later.

Jiang Zhimian turned over and got up, and went outside to collect He Shou Wu.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tall cyan figure standing outside the fence wall.

It's familiar.

So familiar that he didn't even have to think about it, and his name was already shouted out of his mouth.

"Chi Mohan, why are you here?"

Outside the fence wall, Chi Mohan was wearing a blue-gray robe, and after being wet with dew, the color was faintly deepened and moisturized.

Jiang Zhimian noticed it at a glance, "What did you do, it's like going to the water to take a bath, hurry up and change your clothes, don't get infected with the wind and cold." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Chi Mohan bowed slightly, and handed her the basket behind him.

The white pink peach blossoms and the tender yellow spring clusters are clustered together, squeezing the basket almost can't fit it, and each one is full of vitality.

And the crystal dew drops on the petals are the perfect embellishment.

"Where did you get that? I remember you said that only Daqingshan has peach blossoms in early spring, and Jiangjia Village is far from Daqingshan, so there is a good ......"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhimian reacted.

"You went to Daqingshan alone? It's such a long way, you shouldn't have set off in the middle of the night, right? ”

"Do you want to?" Chi Mohan asked.

Of course Jiang Zhimian wants it, these flowers are all good, and they are best used to refine hydrosol.

Seeing the little fox nodding, Chi Mohan bowed slightly.

Without saying anything, he turned and left.

Jiang Zhimian was stunned for a moment, stuffed all the flower baskets and He Shou Wu back into the house, and hurriedly ran out.

But Chi Mohan's two long legs were not covered, and in the blink of an eye, he had already walked home.

Jiang Zhimian set off a step late, and ran not as fast as Chi Mohan, and rushed all the way to Chi Mohan's door, but he didn't see anyone.

The little ram tied to the corner raised his head and bleated at Jiang Zhimian.

Jiang Zhimian lowered his head and pulled a handful of grass on the side of the road and threw it to the little ram.

"Little thing, where is your master?" She asked.

The little ram bleated again and looked in the direction of the back room.

And Jiang Zhimian did hear a slight noise in the inner room.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, and he walked inside.

"Chi Mohan, do you have ginger at home, I'll make you ginger tea...... Damn! ”

Jiang Zhimian pushed the door in, but he didn't expect to witness a beautiful man show.

Covering his eyes and apologizing in a panic, "Ah, I didn't know you were changing clothes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”

With that, he prepared to turn around and go out.

Chi Mohan was not in a hurry, and took the clean clothes on the bed and put them on.

The voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of intriguing, "It's the second time." ”

Last time in the hot springs, this time, in his house.

Next time, where will it be?