After Hu Nuan returned to the sect, Hu Qing slept until midnight and got up in the middle of the night, and took the bamboo basket to the city gate.

The silver cattail grass she brought back last time was of so good quality, she thought that she could sell two spirit stones, but who knows, she sold one. Only then did she know that there was no shortage of silver cattails here in Baopingfang, if it weren't for the fact that the silvertail grass she was lucky enough to pick was indeed long and of high quality, no one would buy a low-grade spirit stone.

At that time, Hu Qing asked people what spirit plants were worth, but no one told her because she was a mortal.

The monk looked down on mortals, and felt that telling a mortal about their affairs was playing the harp to the ox.

But the stall owners who also set up stalls don't want people to steal business.

Hu Qing didn't care, there were a lot of herbs in Shuixin Sect, it was a big deal that she found one to try, even if it was sold at the price of the spirit bead, she also supported herself.

This time she went early, and the road was familiar, and it didn't take as much time to walk as last time, and the sky was not yet bright when she arrived at the city gate.

The security at the feet of Chaohuazong is very good, and the city gate will not be closed even at night, of course, there are people on duty at the city gate. It was strange to see her, a mortal woman, coming over at this time.

Someone came over and asked, "You want to go out of the workshop?" ”

Hu nodded lightly, looking at the still dark sky and hesitated: "I'll go out to collect medicine." ”

The man was very kind and said, "Wait, it's time for demon beasts to move at night." ”

Hu thanked him lightly and went to the wall to wait.

The man looked at her more, went back and said to his companion, "A mortal little woman dares to come out at this hour, so it can be seen that there is no one else in the house." ”

The companion smiled: "If you can come to our market, it means that there are monks in the family, and if there are monks, what is she afraid of." Do you know what I heard when I went to the mortal zone? said that we were immortals, and they ascended to heaven together. ”

The two laughed together: "But how did they know that the monk is also cruel, and there is no one to bury him when he dies." ”

Laughing at themselves, they couldn't stop laughing.

"It's good to be a mortal, it's only been a few decades, and a lifetime has passed in Baopingfang, how good."

Don't worry about eating or drinking, with the protection of the fang market, and the support of monks, it is no wonder that those mortals are raised one by one with moist skin.

Hu Qing didn't know that someone was envious of mortal life, and when the sky turned white, she went out of the city with a basket on her back, and still chose the path last time, to the forest where she dug silver cattails last time, hoping to find other spiritual plants.

This forest is really rich, and soon Hu Qing found a mushroom called ghost face on the shady side of the tree trunk, with a black umbrella surface and white lines like a face. Hu Qing recognized it very accurately, Shui Xin taught her the trick, the more fierce the face of this mushroom, the more valuable it is, and the smell of the roots can also be distinguished, the better the quality, the more smelly the roots, and the more fragrant the smell will be after being disposed of. Ghost face mushroom is the main ingredient in hallucinogenic medicine.

It's just that this mushroom is poisonous, and it will be poisoned if you smell it or touch it, and you will not die and be in a coma.

Hu Qing was very well prepared, with several layers of cloth towels and masks, and five-finger gloves on his hands.

It would be nice if there was rubber, Hu Qing thought of the ring pad on the wheel of the board car, and waited for a raw material to study and study.

She didn't dare to get too close, standing one step away to observe the appearance of the ghost face mushroom, and gradually found the pattern, the more ghost face mushrooms there were, and the more trees and grass in the forest, the more muddy the ground became, and the stronger the stench faintly smelled through the mask.

Hu Qing boldly went deeper, and when he pulled out the soles of his shoes and was about to be sucked off, he turned around decisively and went out, stretching his arms and fingers to dig mushrooms with a knife.

The back basket is too big, and it seems that I want to make a smaller one and hang it in front of me.

When Hu Qing dug it all the way, the bamboo basket was half-loaded, and she looked at the position of the sun and began to rotate.

There is still a cry to be fed at home.

When he arrived at the city gate, the sun was not yet in the middle, so Hu Qing took out the door number and went inside, but was stopped.

It's the one who talks to her in the morning.

How? Want tolls?

The tall man covered his nose with one hand: "What do you have in your basket?" ”

Hu Qing was still wearing a mask, and was surprised: "It's a ghost-faced mushroom." Does it stink? ”

The man was surprised: "Really, the ghost face mushroom is poisonous." ”

Hu Qing: "I didn't dare to pick much. ”

Man: "Be careful, don't touch it with your hands." "Apparently saw her gloves.

Hu lightly thanked.

The man said, "There is a pharmacy with a yellow curtain on Dingsan Street, and the price of that pharmacy is reasonable, so you can go there and sell it." ”

Hu Qing was surprised and thanked him repeatedly.

The man smiled and stepped aside, as if he hadn't spoken to her.

His companion winked at him: "What? See? It's a pity that it's a broken one. ”

The man laughed and scolded: "You went to see your good looks yesterday, thinking that everyone is like you." Cai said: "I just have never seen a mortal who is still working hard in Fang City, so I can't help but remind me." Left and right don't cost me anything. ”

His companion glanced inside the city gate and said, "You are bold enough." ”

Hu Qing didn't think much about it, so he looked for the place the man said. What was she afraid of, could it be that the monk still coveted her, an old and ugly little widow? Besides, in the free market by the river, all the monks who came were the poorest and lowest monks, and those who had a little money would not waste their time there, and her things could only be sold at the lowest price when they were there.

Why don't you try somewhere else?

Hu Qing inquired with the children on the side of the road and arrived at Ding San Street, sure enough, there was only one shop with yellow curtains here, and the person thought that Hu Qing was illiterate, but the words on the signboard happened to know all the words: Baicao Pavilion.

Mu Ran. What else can a person with this name do besides selling medicine?

Hu Qing carried the basket into the house, the room was very spacey, a steward of three guys, the moment she came in, all four people looked over, and twitched their noses.

So, How stinky are ghost mushrooms?

A young man in front of him greeted him warmly: "Madam, are you selling medicine?" ”

Well, she doesn't have to speak.

The steward also came over, nodded politely, and gently removed the back basket and put it on the counter and pushed it in.

The steward held his breath and held the edge of the basket crookedly, a little surprised, so much? This little woman is just a mortal, isn't she? Could it be that the monks in the family picked her up and sold her?

He groaned: "If it's bigger, the pattern is clearer, it's more valuable." ”

Hu chuckled and laughed at himself, "Then you will lose your life." ”

The steward was surprised, and looked at her feet through the counter, and realized that she had picked it herself. I couldn't help but glance up at this mortal little woman.

Said: "It's very dangerous for you to pick this ghost face mushroom, I don't know if you can meet poisonous ants who like to eat ghost face mushrooms?" ”

Hu Qing was startled: "There are poisonous ants there?" ”

The steward nodded, and then glanced at the ghost-faced mushroom: "Yes, this size is not the favorite of poisonous ants, I guess you are lucky not to have encountered it." ”

Hu was scared and muttered to himself: "I don't dare to go in the future." ”

Backwater Heart, why didn't you tell me this?

Shuixin: Where there is spiritual grass, there are insects, and this kind of thing needs to be talked about by others?

"Five lower-grade spirit stones, how's that?"

"Yes." Hu nodded happily.

The steward smiled, and took out five lower grade spirit stones: "Madame, if you have herbs in the future, you can also send them, and our Baicao Pavilion has a fair price." ”