"Exhausting?"

Chen Fu knew that in the first month that a miscellaneous disciple became a cultivation disciple, he would not be able to touch the core affairs of the Medicine Hall.

The tasks they are assigned are the most basic work.

After all, only by starting from the most basic work can they gradually learn the subsequent complicated knowledge.

However, Jin Guixiong would use "exhausting" to describe Chen Fu's future work, which surprised him.

"I don't know what kind of work it will be."

After he finished eating, he followed the other cultivators who had just entered the medicine hall and arrived in front of a huge hall under the leadership of the deacon.

There was no decoration on the outside of this hall, but the guards around it were extremely strict, which made all the cultivators worried.

When the deacon pushed open the heavy door, Chen Fu immediately felt a stale air and a strong medicinal aura rushing to his face.

The disciples saw the furnishings inside, and then they realized that this was actually a warehouse for storing medicinal materials.

Densely packed shelves are displayed in the hundreds.

And each shelf has five layers, and most of the shelves are full of medicinal herbs, which is probably an astronomical amount.

"I'm afraid it's a hundred thousand."

Chen Fu couldn't help but marvel.

He had never thought about it before, but now that he thought about it, it was reasonable for him to feel that there were so many medicinal materials in the Dry Road Palace.

In the past, when he was a miscellaneous disciple, he could buy medicinal materials with money, and he had never seen the medicinal materials at the front desk out of stock.

And the cultivators practice all kinds of advanced martial arts every day, and the demand for cherished medicinal materials is definitely higher than that of the miscellaneous disciples.

The medicinal materials consumed by thousands of disciples every day can only be dealt with with by such a terrifying reserve.

"Relying on the Gandao Palace's own cultivation will definitely not be able to meet such a demand. I'm afraid I don't know how many herb pickers are worshiped in the village, so that the Gandao Palace can have such a grand occasion. ”

In front of Chen Fu's eyes, it seemed that there had been countless scenes of medicine pickers risking their lives to go up the mountain to collect medicine every day.

However, while Chen Fu was shocked, he also gradually realized something, and his face became subtle.

Sure enough, a moment later, he heard the deacon pointing inside and saying:

"Your job is to sort out the medicinal materials inside, identify the specific year, and then sort them out."

Chen Fu looked at the innermost part in the direction pointed by the deacon, and sure enough, he found several piles of medicinal herbs like hills.

His previous hunch was completely fulfilled, and their job was indeed to sort out the medicinal herbs.

When the staff of the express station saw the shelves full of couriers, most of the thoughts were not shock, but the hard work that was coming.

Chen Fu looked around and found that the other disciples had dishes on their faces, and their faces, which had been radiant because of the high welfare of the medicine hall, immediately wilted.

The deacon, as if accustomed to such a situation, coughed awkwardly:

"If you are afraid of your hands, you will first go and get the booklet for identifying drugs, and after a few more days of sorting and mastering the know-how, you will naturally not feel hard."

He pointed to a large pile of bound books placed at the door, with a cyan cover and two words "Medicine Sutra" written on it.

Chen Fu picked up the medicine scripture and flipped through it a few times.

He found that the names, portraits and simple functions of various medicinal materials were actually recorded in it.

"I'm afraid this is something like the 'Compendium of Materia Medica' in this world, and if you put it outside, it can be regarded as a treasure."

Whether it is a medicine collector or an apprentice physician, such a medicine book that can help people distinguish medicinal materials is a rare and valuable textbook, and can even be passed down as a family heirloom.

Books are a rare treasure in this era.

The Gandao Palace handed over the medicine scripture to the disciples so generously, and it deserved to be a big family.

"But the pages are so thick, I'm afraid it will take a quarter of an hour just to find the corresponding medicine."

Chen Fu tossed the heavy book in his hand, and couldn't help but feel a little sore.

When he actually got started, he realized that the work was more time-consuming than he had imagined.

The portraits of the medicinal herbs on the medicinal scriptures are the most ideal state when the medicinal materials are picked.

However, the magic of nature and the random actions of the herb pickers make it possible for even the same type of medicinal herb to have almost completely different appearances.

Some have more or fewer branches, some have changed color, and some are tubers with half of the main stem, which is really strange and difficult to start.

At first, Chen Fu tried to select medicinal materials while consulting the medicinal scriptures, and quickly became familiar with the distinction of various medicinal materials in practice.

However, he soon realized that this was unrealistic, and that rummaging was extremely inefficient.

So he had to follow the example of others, first squatting on the ground and frowning and flipping through the medicine scriptures, ready to familiarize himself with the content, at least have a basic impression of which medicinal herb is on which page.

I don't know what the structure is in this hall, but the lighting is excellent, so that he won't hurt his eyes when he flips through the medicine scriptures.

At the same time, the light also avoids the medicinal herbs, so that the medicinal herbs that need to be left in the dark will not lose their medicinal properties.

Of course, it is not enough to rely on newcomers to sort out medicinal materials, there are also a number of veterans working on the field, and soon someone figured out the trick, observing the movements of the veterans and began to stumble and sort out the medicinal materials.

However, they still need to take a look at the medicinal scriptures from time to time, and the main force that really organizes the medicinal materials is still those veterans.

"That's the talent gap."

He remembered the evaluation of the miscellaneous disciples he had heard about each hall before, and he didn't understand where the talent was embodied before, but now he understood it at a glance.

Some people have already started to sort out the medicinal herbs, while some people are still squatting on the ground and frowning at the medicine scriptures.

There are even people who obviously lack interest in the knowledge of medicinal materials, and want to try to organize the medicinal materials but are full of impatience, so they pick up and put down the medicinal materials like flies, not knowing what to do.

"From this point of view, my talent in medical skills, at least in medicinal herbs, can only be said to be okay."

Chen Fu looked at the pictures on the medicine scriptures and couldn't figure out how anyone could recognize the type and year of medicinal herbs through such extremely abstract pictures.

According to the deacon's rules, each person had to fill three shelves before leaving, or could not leave until the end of the day, which was seven o'clock in the evening.

Chen Fu's speed of sorting out the medicinal materials was still very slow, and it wasn't until the end of the day that he finished sorting out half of the shelves.

When he walked to the Scripture Pavilion, he found that the Scripture Pavilion was actually closed at this time.

"This scripture pavilion is not open at night?"

Chen Fu glanced around and found that no one was passing by, probably it was common knowledge that the Scripture Pavilion did not open at night.

"I'll have to come back tomorrow." He thought helplessly, so he could only turn around and leave.

In the evening, Chen Fu returned to the dormitory, feeling that the joy of the high welfare of the medicine hall that had just arisen during the day had disappeared for the most part.

He took Yimu Health Gong a few times, and felt that the medicinal qi absorbed in the pharmacy warehouse during the day was slowly digested, almost exceeding the amount obtained from taking the deluxe version of Yiqi Soup, and then he was calm.

"I'm afraid that this kind of day will last for another month, so I won't be able to go to the Scripture Pavilion this month. No, I'll have to figure out a way to get up to speed quickly. He began to think.