Suddenly, someone said, "The ...... just now Is it really a saint?"

The eldest man wiped his sweat and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid it's true. That kind of momentum and oppression, how can ordinary people do it?"

He paused, then wondering, "I just don't understand...... This person is supposed to stay in the south, why did he suddenly come to Shangjing?"

At this time, the medicine saint had been gone for a while, and the atmosphere gradually began to liven.

When someone heard the old man's words, they laughed, "Why did you come to Shangjing? Isn't that the answer right in front of you?"

Everyone lowered their heads and looked at the manuscript on the table.

There was silence in the space for a few seconds, only a few swishing sounds could be heard, and the few people with quick hands immediately finished dividing up the manuscript.

This is a manuscript that even saints attach great importance to!

They want to see what is so strange about this manuscript!

It's just that as soon as they opened the manuscript, they were a little confused.

A handbook on the prevention and control of the spread of infectious diseases?

A series of vernacular texts and pictures are equally important...... Knowledge that couldn't be simpler...... and a concise and comprehensive introduction......

A doubt arose in the hearts of all the people.

This...... Is it really for readers?

Or rather...... Are there really anyone who wants to pay for this content?

I'm afraid that as soon as it goes on sale, the readers who watch it will be angry with the compiler of the newspaper because of this content.

Can any cat or dog be reported now?

But...... Is the vision of a saint really that low?

Everyone passed through them one by one, and a young man suddenly muttered in wonder, "The content of these manuscripts is too simple. It doesn't look like a reader's book at all."

Not a reader's book?

There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in the old man's mind, and he hurriedly flipped through the contents again.

After reading the contents of the manuscript one by one with the supernatural power of one glance and ten lines, the old man sighed, "I am really not as good as a saint, and I have not discovered the deep meaning of the manuscript until now."

Everyone looked at each other suspiciously, and the old man stroked his beard and said slowly, "This manuscript is indeed not written for readers."

The young man who had just spoken was surprised, "Wenbao, Wenbao, is for those who read. If you don't write to a reader, who else can you write to?"

The old man shook his head, "You are wrong, in this world, maybe the scholars have more right to speak, but there are more ...... It's those ordinary, hard-working ordinary people."

"After the noble son of the poor family, he was an old farmer who could not read big words, ploughing on the ridge fields, working day after day, so that he could provide a scholar. But...... Scholars are human beings, so aren't those ordinary people in the world human beings?"

"They are hardworking and hardworking, but no one tells them the basics, even if they ...... These so-called scholars are already familiar with it."

From beginning to end, neither Song Lanyi nor Yao Sheng thought that because of this booklet, they would gain a reputation among the readers.

Hearing the old man's words, everyone present had a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Just one more ......

Where should this manuscript be placed?

Hearing this question, the old man couldn't help but think.

At this moment, a weak voice rang out, "Maybe we can open up a ...... Column?"

The old man's eyes lit up, "You kid, your brain is good!"

Putting this manuscript there will reduce the number of places that belong to other people, so it is better to open a column.

Thinking about this kind of practice, the saint can't blame it, right?

Just doing this has pros and cons.

Setting up a special column is also equivalent to roasting this manuscript on a fire.

In the beginning, there will always be doubts and even doubts.

But the old man thought that maybe ...... That's not a bad thing either.

There will always be people in the world who speak up for the weak.

Seven days passed.

In the past few days, Song Lanyi has found the most efficient learning method so far.

For a moment, immersed in the ocean of knowledge, I can't help but have a feeling of not knowing the future.

These days, the martial arts arena has become a forbidden place.

Sometimes even Steward Wang doesn't know what Song Lanyi is doing inside.

What Tai Chi arrays, the five elements of the eight trigrams, and all kinds of techniques related to Yin and Yang Dao are all engraved on the bluestone bricks.

So much so that the martial arts arena has become Song Lanyi's dojo.

Inside the martial arts arena, the scenery is steaming, and it looks like a fairyland from a distance.

Song Lanyi sat cross-legged in front of the medicine stove, and below the medicine stove was the fire of the earth mother that she extracted with the way of yin and yang.

The fire of the earth mother lasts for a long time, and the medicinal material of the elixir is wood, and the two complement each other, there is a sense of vitality.

"Five, Four, Three, Two, One......"

"Open the furnace!"

When the time of silent counting in his heart was over, Song Lanyi suddenly opened the medicine furnace.

She looked at the dark pill in the medicine furnace, which was full of a fist-sized pill, and her smile stiffened, "Cheng...... Gone?"

Is this done? Or did it not work out?

Looking at the fist-sized black pill, Song Lanyi fell into doubt.

It must have been an accident, right?

She put the jet-black pill aside, did not believe in evil, and continued to start making medicinal herbs.

The second furnace is a pot of pockmarked pills, which smell strong and fragrant, but it looks really bad.

In the third furnace, Song Lanyi was stunned as soon as he opened it, colorful, looking like a colored mushroom stalk.

Fourth furnace ...... Song Lanyi simply blew up the medicine stove.

With her face covered in black ash and messy hair, she sat on the steps, her chin propped up, and fell into deep thought.

Why...... Will this happen?

Could it be that she is not suitable for medicine?

But that doesn't seem to make sense......

Whether it is a theory or a master, she can practice and learn well.

Song Lanyi has a stable mentality and will not completely deny himself because of a temporary defeat.

On the other hand, she seems humble, but she always has a sense of confidence like a silly roe deer in her heart.

Just as she was deep in thought, a nondescript cat meow came from beside her.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Tang Xi swallowing the big black pill in one gulp.

Song Lanyi was so frightened that she immediately grabbed her neck and shook her vigorously, looking like she wanted to shake her apart, "Ancestor, why don't you eat anything else, you know how to eat these strange things. It's going to eat the dead."

Tang Xi's tail wrapped around Song Lanyi's wrist, and pointed at himself again, first looking like he had fallen to the ground, then pretending to eat something, and then jumped up from the ground and became vigorous.

Song Lanyi understood, but it was precisely because she understood that she was a little incredible.

That kind of goods that look like a poison pill at first glance are really useful?!

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