August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the early morning, in the middle of the city called Baipoli, a thin young man was carrying a rod to the almost deserted field, and the first one was holding a bucket and a stick in the other, and he was pouring water and soil into the field all the while. According to the master's teaching, such a ritual should be performed on the fifteenth day of every month, but this land has not been used for a long time.

This person's name is Ze and his surname is He, his parents don't know where to go, and they heard the master say that they are dead. Since he knew the world, he followed his master to grow herbs in this white slope. Baipoli is not the most fertile place in the city, the city is a secret holy place for the royal family to supply herbs in the past dynasties, on the surface it is to provide medical medicinal materials, and more importantly, to provide alchemy materials for the royal family to live forever, but since ancient times, there are no one or two alchemists, and the officials who come to manage it are only with the heart of old age, turning a blind eye to the dark things in the city. The good times did not last long, and after the change of dynasty, this emperor suddenly lost his enthusiasm for immortality, the demand for medicinal herbs was greatly reduced, and the prosperity of the small town declined all the way.

After He Ze renovated the "barren land" in the center, he put down the work in his hand and sat on the bench, looking at the slightly rising sun, which was very warm.

I can't help but recall that my master, since the decline of the herb industry in the town, he hurriedly explained a few words to a few apprentices, and disappeared, there is news that he died, and there is news that he made a fortune in the tobacco business, but they are all unreliable.

Basically, the people in the town have only grown medicinal herbs for several generations, neither dare to grow valuable medicinal herbs and sell them to the black market, nor dare to plant the soil that has been fertilized for many years, so they can only think of other ways to make money and make a living.

Some families will make pharmaceuticals and recruit some newcomer apprentices to work hard, but they have no money, but they will cover food and housing. It's a pity that He Ze has no background and no talent, and was sent away by the Chen family who was refining medicine next door, only to see that the old man Chen rejected him when he heard the name He Ze, I don't know that this medicine refining and blessing are similar, the name is not good, and it will be turned away, but this name is not difficult to hear, right?

But what I have to say, although He Ze's appearance is not amazing, his observability is really amazing, and there are some clever things. After being adopted by the master, He Ze was assigned to the south of Baipoli to plant some simple raw materials, and there was a piece of land under his jurisdiction that could not grow medicinal herbs no matter how much fertilizer was applied, and the medicinal materials offered were calculated according to the land area. But after all, he is not the disciple that the master admires the most, and the master's favorite is the eldest apprentice Lu Qingchuan, who can always give more harvest every time.

Although the matter of planting medicine may not be able to be used in the future, after studying for a long time, He Ze can always memorize the medicinal properties and pharmacology of various medicinal materials, sit on the bench, and recall the habits of various medicinal materials again, I don't know how many times.

Seeing that the sun was on the pole and a little hot, He Ze picked up the bucket and prepared to leave, only to see the familiar laughter coming from his ears, and there were some more harsh sounds in the dull fields.

"What about being stupid in the ground again?" said Xiao Wu from the north of Baipoli, this person's plantation is two or three miles away from He Ze, but his identity is not the same, he is a distant relative of the previous generation of county Cheng, and the county Cheng saw that there was no hope here, and he didn't want his officialdom to be buried here, so he spent some gold and transferred out of here.

Although he is no longer a backer, when the county was in power, he also assigned one of his slaves and maids to serve him, although he did not have a job, even if he did not have the previous scenery, Xiao Wu was not in a hurry to find a new job, and the family savings were worry-free, but it was a lot more leisurely than before.

The maid held a bucket and a stick in her hand, and looked like she was going to go to the north with Xiao Wu to renovate the land, but Xiao Wu would not move this hand.

Suddenly, a richly dressed young man in white came between the two and said, "This girl has a lot of strength, and it's a bit wasteful to do rough work, why don't you go back to the mansion with me to serve my second mother?"

Xiao Wu's eyes rolled, he looked at it, and saw that this person was a person who could afford a lot of money, and said, "Two thousand taels." ”

The boy smiled: "Yes." ”

The girl was so frightened that she spilled the bucket in her hand, Xiao Wu stared at her, anxious: "Two thousand taels of gold"

The young man pondered for a moment: "That's it." ”

Xiao Wu stomped his feet angrily in his heart, and his face was a little ugly.

The young man ignored Xiao Wu's black face, turned to He Ze, looked at him, and after confirming, handed over the bag in his hand to He Ze.

"Thank you for your kindness yesterday, I was able to get the bellflower at a low price, but my second mother liked it very much, and immediately put it in the living room as a welcome thing, and asked around about you in this remote white slope, I just wanted to come and see, and let myself feel at ease. There are some silver rewards from Erniang in the bag, which is considered a reward. The young man in white walked away without looking back.

He Ze recalled yesterday's incident and shook the bag in his hand, but he was a little uncomfortable.

He Ze, who was wandering around the market, watched the families take out the precious medicinal materials left by their families last season and sell them cheaply, He Ze saw a special bellflower, placed on the side of an uncle's stall, and the special thing is that this bellflower is actually a six-striped wind chime, which is really rare, but unfortunately it has no medicinal use, and it is estimated that no one cares. He pretended to ask about the price casually.

"Twenty texts. "Uncle doesn't value this.

"Ten texts. He Ze clenched his pockets.

Without waiting for the uncle to answer, Twenty Wen had already seen that he was already in front of the uncle, and the uncle glanced at He Ze coldly. He Ze could only helplessly watch the young man in white leave with the grass.

Xiao Wu suddenly asked, "Do you remember the pangolin you saw last month?"

He Ze nodded, and the place where the pangolin passed by symbolized that this place was no longer suitable for growing herbs and suitable for sitting in a nest. Xiao Wu is not good at taking care of the plantation, and last month he found a dead pangolin in his field, and he was afraid that others would find out, so he directly asked the maid to throw the body into He Ze's field.

Of course, He Ze is not stupid, he asks left and right, and he also knows that Xiao Wu made the ghost. And he buried the pangolin.

"Recently..."As soon as Xiao Wu was about to speak, the maid shook her head sharply, Xiao Wu thought about it, and really felt that it was inappropriate, so he changed the topic. "Recently, I'm going to the capital to join my relatives in that county, this northern land, you should take care of it more, the things in the house, it's best not to move." ”

He Ze didn't care about this, there were no plants on either side, and shook his head.

"There are thieves who have the heart but not the courage of thieves, useless things. Without a father and a mother, what big deal can it be?" Xiao Wu took the maidservant and left.

Returning to the dilapidated hut near Baipoli, He Ze looked at the round moon in the sky, and for some reason, remembered what the master often said when he named himself: "What is home, the world's grace." ”