After sending Gu Shaoyuan away, Grandpa Lin and Zihan picked the stems and flowers of Dendrobium officinalis that could be used for medicine, and then buried the stems that were not strong enough to be in the yard along with the roots.

Lying on the kang in his hut, although he was extremely tired, Zihan still entered the Hundred Herb Garden as usual to take care of the herbs planted.

Perhaps having used the formless, transparent object that could change shape at will, Zihan took care of the herbs much faster than at the beginning.

At twelve o'clock, she returned to the kang.

Because of solving Gu Shaoyuan's schooling matter, Zihan quickly fell asleep with an inexplicable ease in his heart.

In the hall, Grandpa Lin was lying on the kang, but he was tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep.

He pressed his hand to his chest, coughed sullenly, coughed out a mouthful of thick phlegm that seemed to smell bloody, fumbled to pick up the kettle placed on the box, and took a sip of water before temporarily stopping the cough.

Recently, the cough has been getting worse and worse, and the medicine I prescribed to myself is useless, and my chest is still stuffy.

He should have gone to the big hospital in the provincial capital for a check-up a long time ago, but he was inexplicably afraid.

What if there is really a big problem with his lungs, what should Xiao Han do?

No, he had to settle Xiaohan first.

Grandpa Lin turned on the light, lay down on the kang, looked at the medicinal materials hanging on the table, and had a new plan in his heart.

On the second day, when the sky was bright, Grandpa Lin locked the door from the outside and hurriedly came to Gu Shaoyuan's house.

When treating Gu Qingshan, he also finalized the matter of planting medicinal herbs in partnership with their family.

At nearly eight o'clock, Grandpa Lin returned to his yard.

Zihan, who was tired yesterday, was only awakened when her grandfather's knock on the door sounded.

"Zihan, hurry up, grandpa will take you to the provincial capital, and we will sell those medicinal materials."

When the pharmaceutical factory receives fresh dendrobium, red lingzhi and ginseng, the price may be discounted, but Grandpa Lin doesn't want to drag it anymore.

He didn't ask for anything else, as long as that person promised to arrange a job for Xiaohan after Zihan graduated from junior high school, he could rest assured.

After a moment of surprise, Zihan's eyes couldn't help but light up.

In the past, when my grandfather went to the provincial capital to sell medicinal herbs, he never took her there, but she was full of curiosity about the provincial capital.

In her previous life, she had never heard of this Xiba Town, and when everyone talked about the provincial capital, they were all provincial towns, and she didn't know what the specific name was!

This year is 1986, the year I was born in my previous life.

She was very curious, she became the person she is, so what would happen to herself?

She wondered if this province was the one she was in, and if the provincial city was the one she had lived in.

"Okay, grandpa, I'll be fine right away."

Regardless of whether it is Bincheng or not, as long as she can follow her grandfather to sell medicinal herbs, then she can learn more about the situation in the city in this era, and she can also understand the market of Chinese medicinal materials.

Zihan got dressed with excitement, washed up quickly, and then came to the hall.

Grandpa had already packed up the herbs and brewed a cup of malt milk essence for Zihan.

"Hurry up and eat, we'll leave when we're done."

A cup of malt milk essence every day, with oil cakes or flower rolls rolled with oil, this is Zihan's daily breakfast.

Maybe Xiao Zihan didn't notice that the one in her grandfather's cup was not malt milk essence like her, but Zihan found out about this when she had breakfast with her grandfather for the first time.