Hearing Li Jianyuan's words, Li Shizhen's expression was a little dazed.

He knew very well in his heart that if the golden treasurer was unwilling to engrave, then there would be no one in the city to engrave.

It's just that he doesn't want to accept this fact.

"Then, the "Compendium of Materia Medica" is hopeless?"

His eyes were full of unwillingness, the white hair on his temples fell out, and Li Shizhen seemed to be much older at this moment.

He has already been a sixtieth birthday, thirty years, thirty years of hard work, and now he can't publish a sentence, like the sky is falling, pressing Li Shizhen heavily into the ground, and he may never be able to turn over.

Some people have done a lot of things in 30 years, met many people, and left a lot of footprints.

Li Shizhen is the same, but it took him 30 years to do one thing, leaving footprints everywhere in the mountains and rivers, and meeting all kinds of people before completing the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

But now, he couldn't imagine that he couldn't publish it, but it became the biggest difficulty in the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Thirty years, how many thirty years are there in life?

"Mr. Li, I, I really can't carve it."

The shopkeeper Jin looked at Li Shizhen like this, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Bow deeply to him as a sign of apology.

After hearing this, Li Shizhen seemed to accept this fact, and her face was full of loss.

I took a look at the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in my hand and stroked it with my hand.

His eyes are full of unwillingness, and his heart is also unwilling.

If you can't publish it, then your hard work will be in vain, and the people, pharmacists, and doctors will have to use those erroneous herbal books.

Thinking of this, Li Shizhen suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and fell straight down.

Fortunately, Li Jianyuan, who was on the side, reacted quickly and caught his father.

Seeing Li Shizhen fainting, the family members on the side were very worried.

They knew that Li Shizhen had found a lot of booksellers and wanted to publish the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

But all of them were rejected unexpectedly.

Not to mention that it was not finished at that time, but now that it has been completed, I am afraid, no one wants to publish it.

It's hard to write a book, and it's even harder to get out.

But Li Shizhen has already regarded the "Compendium of Materia Medica" as his life.

Now that I can't publish what I hear, I definitely can't accept it.

After a while, Li Shizhen eased up a lot, slowly stood up, and looked at the golden shopkeeper.

It is very difficult to step out step by step.

The person was old and couldn't take a step, but he still didn't need help, so he walked in front of the golden shopkeeper and pulled him.

"Shopkeeper Jin, really, is there no other way?"

Li Shizhen's voice was very weak, as if she might faint again at any time.

At this moment, everyone looked at the golden shopkeeper, and their eyes were also full of endless expectations.

They hope that the golden shopkeeper will come up with a way.

After all, this is Li Shizhen's long-cherished wish in his life, and if it ends like this, he may not be able to accept it.

He is old, and his years are probably numbered, and his only long-cherished wish is to be able to publish the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

The golden shopkeeper looked at the expectant eyes of so many people and thought thoughtfully.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Li."

"What, shopkeeper gold, say it quickly."

Li Jianyuan on the side was even more anxious than Li Shizhen, and hurriedly asked.

"If you can get the great Confucianism of the world, the preface made by Wang Shizhen Wang Shizhen may be published."

The golden shopkeeper said slowly.

Who is this Wang Shizhen, they naturally know that he is a master of the world's literary circles, and he has nothing to do with Li Shizhen, and he doesn't even know him, so how can he preface them.

After listening to this, Li Jianyuan on the side was very excited.

"Shopkeeper Jin, aren't you embarrassed for us, then Lord Wang and my father don't know each other, how can we ask him to make a preface."

But Li Shizhen stopped Li Jianyuan and didn't let him continue.

"If you can get the preface made by Lord Wang, the "Compendium of Materia Medica" can be engraved?"

"Of course, Lord Wang's preface will be published in the industry."

At this moment, the golden shopkeeper seemed to have another person, and said with high emotions.

But in Li Shizhen's ears, it was very harsh.

He nodded helplessly, because he really didn't know what to do.

In his life, he has never begged others.

Except for his father Li Yanwen, he has never asked for anyone else.

But now, he needs to ask someone else to write a preface before he can publish the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

This is the hurdle in Li Shizhen's heart, perhaps, a gap that can never be crossed.

I am also in the year of the sixtieth year, do you really want to travel thousands of miles to ask for someone I don't know?

Is this realistic?

When people are old, their bodies are not as good as before, and they can really finish walking thousands of miles?

All of this is unknown, and it is also an unknown future.

For Li Shizhen, it is more difficult to bend down to seek order than to write a book with a straight waist, and it is more than a hundred times more difficult.

Li Shizhen looked at the book she wrote by herself, and was a little stunned.

"When my father was here, he told me that it is difficult to be a healer!"

"This cultivation of materia medica is even more difficult!"

"However, I didn't expect that it would be more difficult to engrave materia medica than to repair materia medica."

Li Shizhen's emotions became more and more excited, telling what she was thinking.

"For myself, I don't ask for people in my life, for medicine, I have begged my father three times, longevity of the country to longevity of the people, longevity of the people to longevity of the country."

"The publication of the "Compendium of Materia Medica" this time is for the benefit of the people and the country, and I am seeking the order for thousands of miles, which is very difficult."

"But what's the matter!"

At this moment, Li Shizhen's eyes, expression, and heart were full of incomparable firmness.

Because he decided that he would go thousands of miles to seek order.

You can't do it for your own face, and you can't stop going because you're old and can't walk.

Because Materia Medica belongs to the people and to the country.

It can help more people and help their country, he Li Shizhen, has no regrets.

The family members on the side knew Li Shizhen's decision and cried one after another.

They don't know if Li Shizhen will be able to return safely if he is gone.

He is 61 years old, and he should be happy at home, but now he has to make such a decision, and as a family, they are very distressed.

"Husband!"

"Father!"

"Sir!"

Everyone is calling for Li Shizhen, and at this moment, his image in everyone's hearts seems to be shining with an incomparably dazzling light.

What about sixty, what about seventy.

I can't let this herb that I have worked so hard to come out of be destroyed in my own hands.

Seeing Li Shizhen so resolute, Xia Xuan, who was like an audience on the side, was very shocked in his heart.

At this moment, there is no one who is not moved to tears.

At the age of sixty, the Master was still traveling around the world.

Li Shizhen was 60 years old, and he wanted to travel thousands of miles for the "Compendium of Materia Medica" and ask someone to write a preface.

These things that the ancients inherited for future generations were all exchanged for burning their lives.

And how can this future generation not be cherished?