Hearing Margaret ask how long this ginseng can be eaten, Wednesday pondered: "If it is taken by a normal person, it may be able to support a month or two, but if the demand is relatively large, it may be eaten in a few days, this ginseng is too small, and the ginseng age is too short." ”

Margaret nodded in disappointment, "Then let's find some more, Mr. Wednesday is okay, right?"

Wednesday laughed and said: "You are my employer, whatever you say is what you say, of course, let's make it clear in advance, you look for yours, I look for mine, I may collect some other medicinal herbs." ”

"Of course," Margaret nodded excitedly, unconsciously becoming more and more dependent on Wednesday.

Maybe it started from last night's fight, or maybe it started when she entered the mountain, but Margaret's attitude towards Wednesday did change. When I first met, she was still guarding against Wednesday like a pervert.

With the stimulation of this ginseng, Margaret's originally depressed mood instantly became beautiful.

On Wednesday, he secretly checked his harvest just now, and after he dug up the ginseng plant, his collection proficiency increased by 10 points, and his collection proficiency also reached a bottleneck of 200 points. In the past few days, other medicinal materials have been collected along the way on Wednesday, and the collection proficiency has improved very quickly, and it was already 194 points last night.

And the ginseng plant that was just dug up and gave another 10 points, which should be 204 points now. But in fact, when it reaches 200 points, it will not be improved, because 200 is the full proficiency of beginners, and you can only continue to improve after breaking through the bottleneck, otherwise you can only stay stuck here.

Wednesday didn't have much to do about it, and he didn't know how to break through the bottleneck of proficiency in those skills. I also collected a few ordinary medicinal materials such as Bupleurum at hand, and my collection proficiency was no longer improved.

The two of them searched the foothills like a plough for every place where ginseng might grow, but they didn't get anything. Wednesday was mentally prepared, knowing that it would be very difficult to find wild ginseng, and was not in a hurry. But Margaret didn't know, and the disappointment was palpable. Wednesday watched Margaret, who was getting more and more impatient, still didn't say anything, but kept searching around the mountains and forests, in the grass, under the big trees, in the crevices of the rocks, or on the rotten trees, not letting go of a single place.

I had just broken off the roots of a bupleurum that I had collected and put it into the package, and on Wednesday I suddenly saw a large cluster of vine-like plants wrapped around a semi-erect dead tree, densely wrapped around the dead tree, and there were pieces of beige five-petal flowers blooming in the long oval leaves.

Wednesday's eyes lit up and approached the large mass of plants suspected to be Polygonum multiflori, but before he could bend down to take a closer look, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound, Wednesday's ears stood up and reacted quickly, turned around and ran, and went straight to a stream dozens of meters away like the wind, and he didn't care about anything else like a stone "tom-" jumped in, and then sank his body into the water, motionless.

Then, under Margaret's horrified gaze, a swarm of tawny wasps chased like a demonic wind to the brook and circled over Wednesday's head. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do through the stream, and it took a few minutes before they slowly dispersed.

At this time, Wednesday only showed his head out of the stream, gasping for breath, if it weren't for the internal strength to support him, he might have been stung into a pig's head by these wasps. Seeing that the group of wasps had returned to the group of vines suspected to be Polygonum multiflorum, Wednesday breathed a long sigh of relief.

Wednesday's most feared thing in his life was the hornet, when he was a child, he smashed the hornet's nest under the eaves of the temple, and was chased by a swarm of wasps and stung half to death, and it took several months to recover.

"Are you alright, Mr. Wednesday?" asked Margaret quietly.

Wednesday smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, don't come here, be careful of being surrounded by that guy." ”

Seeing Wednesday's embarrassed appearance, Margaret sneered, "Mr. Wednesday is running so fast, if ordinary people would have caught up." ”

In fact, when encountering ordinary wasps, the best choice is to lie on the ground with your head wrapped in clothes, because ordinary people can't outrun wasps. And hornets are very sensitive to the movement of air, and the faster you run, the more accurately they can keep up with you and tie you into a pig's head.

But after hearing that dense buzz just now, Wednesday immediately understood that he was not facing a few dozen wasps, but a large swarm. At this time, if you climb on the ground, the result will not be much better, and Wednesday is confident in his speed, so he reflexively rushes to the creek over there.

Returning to the same place again, Wednesday observed from a distance for a while, and was already sure that the vine was the legendary He Shou Wu, so he did not give up. Rather, he was figuring out how to get rid of the nest of wasps, and although Wednesday had not yet determined whether it was a wasp or a bee, it was clear from the scene just now that the little ones were very aggressive.

"What else do you want to do, Mr. Wednesday?" Margaret asked, looking at Wednesday curiously.

Wednesday pointed to the vines of He Shou Wu and said: "That's also a medicinal herb, I have to get it, but I have to find a way to expel those wasps first, or destroy them, otherwise I can't do it." ”

"Huh?" Margaret was dumbfounded, and after reacting, she hurriedly persuaded: "Don't, those wild bees are very fierce, so how can a large swarm be cleaned up?"

Wednesday said with a smile, "I naturally have my own way," he said and picked and found a bunch of medicinal herbs from the herbs he had collected, including wormwood, ephedra, parsnip, angelica, and a few wild peppers, which were picked by Wednesday to prepare for cooking. Then he made a large bundle of branches with leaves in the surrounding woods and stacked them together for later use.

Prepared for this, Wednesday did some simple fire prevention measures, and then set up a tent for Margaret to hide in, and he himself wrapped his head and limbs with Margaret's change of clothes, and wrapped his whole body in an airtight to ensure that nothing was lost, even a thin veil in front of his eyes.

After making preparations, he brought the pile of medicinal herbs and branches and leaves around the pile of He Shou Wu, set fire to all the branches with the hornets flying in the sky, and then hid in the stream again. That's it, Wednesday was still pricked by these wasps two or three times, all near the neck, and I don't know how they got in, the hot one is called a pain.

After coming out of the creek, Wednesday hid far away, and now washed the place where he had been pierced, and then picked a few alkaline grass leaves, squeezed out the grass juice and applied it to the wound, and felt much better all at once.

Wrap yourself up again, and then look at the big nest of wasps, buzzing around, a large piece of black pressure that makes Wednesday can't help but swallow a mouthful of spit, I'm afraid there must be tens of thousands, right? If they surround him together, he probably doesn't know how to die.

It's a pity that no matter how ferocious these little guys are, there is a way to deal with them. Wind, water, smoke, and fire are the simplest and most brutal means, and the billowing smoke from the ignition of fresh branches and pungent smelling herbs is definitely the only magic weapon against these little guys, but the effect is very slow, and those hornets around the He Shou Wu plant refuse to leave.

Wednesday had no choice but to keep adding branches, and he didn't believe that the hornets would stay here and not leave. It's just a pity that the leaves of He Shou Wu, the green leaves and the off-white flowers are all smoked and black, but fortunately they will not affect the most important roots.

From about ten o'clock in the morning until the evening, the hornets were still buzzing around the area, but it was clear that some of them had lost their ability to fly, and their numbers were much smaller. Moreover, insects such as wasps are most active at noon, and they wilt a little in the morning and evening. In addition, I have been flying in circles for almost a day, so I am naturally too tired, and most of them can only lie on the ground or move slowly on the blades of grass.

But Wednesday still didn't give up, let Margaret eat some dry food for herself, he still kept adding branches, the whole forest was always thick with smoke, and the smoke and fire made Wednesday a little unbearable.

Until dawn the next day, whether it was exhausted or smoked, there was a full floor around that He Shou Wu, and there were many fewer of them still flying in the air, only a sparse layer. But instead of letting down its guard on Wednesday, it continued to add firewood to the fire, raising the smoke concentration and firepower to another level.

This continued until noon, when the remaining wasps finally flew away. On Wednesday, I waited in place for half a day, until late in the evening, when I found that the wasps did not fly back again, and I was completely relieved.

Extinguishing those sporadic fires, Wednesday was finally able to safely approach the vicinity of this smoked black He Shou Wu. Looking at the appearance of the stems, leaves and flowers, Wednesday was 100% sure that this was a Polygonum multiflori.

The leaves and vines of Polygonum multiflorum can also be used in medicine, and they are still good things, but unfortunately they are smoked black, and I don't know if there is any loss of medicinal effect.

It's just that when Wednesday opened the vines and saw the hornet's nest built by clinging to dead wood stubble, I couldn't help but feel a little numb in my scalp. The gray hornet's nest is densely knotted, more than a meter high and more than a meter wide, and the top is covered with dense hexagonal bee holes, but most of them are covered with white membranes, but I don't know if they are larvae or what.

When Wednesday split the huge hive in half with his broadsword, he was stunned by what he saw. I saw yellow honey flowing from the split beehive, shimmering with a charming luster in the smoky vines.