Jialan remembered that the three-year-old [Blood Mistletoe Vine] with the thickness of a little finger and a length of ten centimeters purchased from the Adventurer's Guild was priced at two silver coins per piece, but the prepared [Hemostatic Ointment] was sold for one gold coin and a small can!

And there are a lot of [blood mistletoe parasitic vines] that are almost the thickness of an egg, one foot long, and there are hundreds of them, and they seem to be at least ten years old!

Jia Lan blinked her eyes, among the materials for the preparation of [Hemostatic Ointment], except for the main material [Blood Mistletoe Parasitic Vine], which is relatively difficult to collect because it grows in the deep mountains and old forests, the other excipients are all ordinary things, and any medicinal herb shop should be able to buy them.

If he could buy these [Blood Mistletoe Vines] and prepare them as [Hemostatic Ointment] and sell them, even if the currency value of this era was different from that of his time, the price of medicines would not be too low in that era, and theoretically he should be able to make up enough tuition!

Coughing slightly, Jialan squatted down in front of the stall, "casually" checking the things on the stall, this is just the periphery of the market, not to mention the shops, there are not even formal stalls, a large number of vendors selling all kinds of strange groceries, just along the roadside or the wall of the building, spread a piece of animal skin or linen on both sides of the road, and put their own goods.

And the peddler, dressed in a shabby linen garment, with a black, thin face covered with furrow-like wrinkles, and deep-set brown eyes that were a little cloudy, saw Jialan crouching down in front of his stall, and immediately grinned with a flattering, fearful, and earnest smile, apparently hoping that Jialan would buy something at his stall.

This is an ordinary country farmer, and the items on his stall are nothing more than ordinary wild fruits such as blueberry berries, wild strawberries, golden hearts, and passion fruits, except for the [Blood Mistletoe Vine].

It looks like a mercenary or adventurer who ventures into the jungle when he is busy and leisurely, collecting some fruits and selling them at the market to earn some pocket money to support his family.

This made Jialan a little puzzled, [Blood Mistletoe Parasitic Vine] obviously does not belong to fruits, and the taste is extremely bitter, and there is no possibility of being mistaken for fruit being picked.

Did he accidentally find a clump of [Blood Mistletoe Vine]? Or did the farmer not know the [Blood Mistletoe Vine] at all, but found its blood-red juice to be peculiar, so he picked it and took it to the magician's market to try his luck?

After all, in the eyes of mortals, those mysterious spellcasters are always interested in strange stones, strange bugs, and poisonous-looking plants.

Picked up a [Blood Mistletoe Vine] and checked it, these dry branches seem to have been sun-dried, so they are very dry, so Jialan is a little regretful, fresh [Blood Mistletoe Vine] is the most suitable for preparing medicines, although it will not lose its medicinal properties after drying, but it requires some more extraction procedures, and it is more troublesome to process.

Before Jialan could ask the price, Ailan on the side was very curious and squatted down beside him with his knees hugged, staring at the [Blood Mistletoe Parasitic Vine] in Jialan's hand: "Jialan, do you want to buy 'Kodanteng'?"

Coming from a small village in the countryside [of Talandor], she wasn't very interested in the wild fruits that were selling well on the stalls, but she was curious how Jialan, as a man, could be interested in this kind of kodanten.

"You say blood... Belch... This blood-red vine is called a kodanten?"

Jialan looked at her with some astonishment, and the girl smiled and said, "Yes, in [Wheat Terrier Village] we call it 'pigeon's blood vine', and sometimes the aunt in the village will pick some to dye the cloth, of course, it has some other functions, you see......"

As she spoke, the girl took a [blood mistletoe parasitic vine], dipped some saliva with her slender white fingers, and gently rubbed it on its dark black smooth section, and then wiped it on her pink and delicate lips, and suddenly the cherry lips like flowers were stained with a layer of beautiful purple red, which made the girl's originally innocent face have a touch of seductive charm.

“...... Actually, it can be used to paint nails, but you need some resin. ”

The girl pursed her petal-like lips and showed Jialan her colored fingers, Jialan was speechless for a while, what did Alan say just now? This... Isn't that too extravagant?

As for the use of smearing lips and nails, when he was in the "Fort Collanburg Library" before, he rarely came into contact with women, and he really didn't know that the original [blood mistletoe parasitic vine] still had this function.

"What is this 'pigeon's blood vine'?"

Jialan was a little incredulous, although [Blood Mistletoe Parasitic Vine] was not a rare medicinal herb, but the quantity was not large enough to be used as a dye, right?

The farmer who set up the stall showed a flattering smile, took off the worn-out straw hat on his head and put it on his chest, and diligently sold his goods: "Sir, although pigeon's blood vine is very common, it does not grow in the [Cape Peninsula] area, and can only be collected in the dense forests above the halfway point of the [Sea Wall Mountains], and these are the old vines that I specially selected for the longer years to pick, and the color is very strong, do you need to buy some?"

How common? etc!!

Jialan's eyes widened, he suddenly realized a problem, now is not his original era, suppose that the people of this era do not know the medicinal value of the [Blood Mistletoe Parasitic Vine], and the [Blood Mistletoe Parasitic Vine], which is scarce because of a large number of picking, has been cultivated and recuperated by no one for more than a thousand years......

Secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Jialan's eyes lit up and turned to the girl and said, "Alan, can you lend me some coins first?" I think I might be able to make something out of these pigeon blood vines. ”

"Do you want to refine the purple red pigment for the dye?"

Ailan shook his head in confusion, and the penniless Jialan had to try her best to persuade the girl, the "big financier", to invest: "Well, yes, maybe I can make some cosmetics, such as lipstick and eye shadow or something......"

The girl said curiously, "Cosmetics, lipstick, eye shadow, what is that?"

In order to conceal the true effect of [Blood Mistletoe Vine] and prevent the farmer from sitting on the ground and raising the price, Jialan, who blurted out some new terms, was also stupid, and he didn't know what Lu Dao would make up some terms that he had never heard of.

Fortunately, the girl didn't care, and while taking out the coins from her pocket, she asked, "Do you need a lot of pigeon blood vines to refine purple red pigment?"