After walking a short distance along the path in the fields, the team turned onto a slightly wider road with wooden piles and gravel.
This road is based on wooden piles and wooden fences as embankments. The spaces between the wooden piles are filled with fine gravel and pressed flat. The piles are a few centimeters above the ground. Pedestrians need to pay special attention when walking.
If you are not careful, you may trip over these wooden stakes.
Perhaps this was the purpose of Baicao Garden paving this road. Zheng Qing looked at the cautious classmates around him and admired the people who paved the road.
Wooden piles and gravel paths surround an independent medicinal garden.
Compared with the ever-changing medicinal fields before, this medicinal garden does not have a unique climate under the influence of magic. Instead, it is like a small farmyard, randomly surrounded by crooked wooden fences. There are many vines clinging to the fence.
Extraordinarily lush, it adds a bit of elegance to the garden.
The old man Stendhal led the students around the wooden pile and gravel road for a short distance, and then came to the entrance of the medicine garden.
The gate of the medicine garden is similar to the garden wall, both of which are relatively simple.
The gate is made of tic-shaped wooden sticks, supplemented by wicker and jujube branches. Through the door panel woven with branches, you can clearly see the lush scenery of the garden.
"Look at your hand!" Old Man Stendhal suddenly yelled, frightening Zheng Qing.
Looking back, he saw several students who were picking at the remaining buds of the willow branches on the door. They seemed to be frightened, and they quickly let go of their hands and retreated into the crowd.
"Although this door does not have a door god hanging on it and looks very shabby, it has also been cursed by the wizard in the garden." The old man stared at the young people in front of him and reprimanded in a loud voice: "I didn't warn you before.
Don't you want to mess around in the garden? Huh?"
All living beings were speechless.
The students were reprimanded and the professor lost face.
Professor Li Qihuang made a face, echoed the words of the old man Stendhal, and followed the lesson: "From the time I entered the garden to now, how many times have I said this along the way! If anyone makes a mistake again, he will go to the school working committee to collect one week's obligations.
Work so that you can have enough fun in the garden!"
The students were silent and as silent as cicadas.
The old man Stendhal stared at everyone for a moment, then slowly turned around and pointed to a wooden board hanging on the fence.
Zheng Qing looked intently.
This wooden board should be a map of the medicinal garden. Different zones are depicted on it according to the functions of plants, such as the plant area for nourishing yin and moisturizing the dryness, the plant area for regulating blood circulation, the plant area for nourishing qi, the plant area for relieving symptoms, etc.
The old man pointed to the soothing nerve plant area.
"Your mission is right here." He held the pickaxe, raised his head, and glanced over the faces of the many students in front of him, as if waiting for their opinions.
No one had any objections.
The old man nodded with satisfaction, opened the door made of branches, and motioned for others to follow.
"I'm telling you!"
"This kind of grass and flower cultivation are all university knowledge."
"Just say that the sun has many doors."
"Some medicinal herbs need to be exposed to the sun for an hour every twelve hours; some medicinal herbs need to be bathed in the feeble, soft light of the setting sun all the time; and some medicinal herbs need to grow in the morning sun to absorb the vigorous vitality of the morning."
As he spoke, the old gardener picked up his hoe and shook his head very proudly. The vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face looked extremely deep.
"Some herbs must touch the sun through the clouds and mist; some herbs must stand under the water to absorb Yang Qi; and some herbs must stand in the shadow of other plants to feel the darkness of the sun."
"Herbal medicines have different qi, and the required yang qi is also different."
After saying this, the team stopped in front of an open medicinal field.
"This is your mission!" Uncle Stendhal raised a dark green grass in his hand and let everyone pass it around: "Your mission is to pull the grass."
weed?
The students breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately fell into a chaotic discussion again.
Zheng Qing pinched the slender grass in his hand and was quite speechless.
Just like what Li Meng said just now, I thought that walking so far into the garden would make the task assigned to them a little more demanding.
Even if you are not fighting piranha flowers, you can catch a few earth dragon cubs and show them off to other classes!
Not like now, pulling weeds!
It just sounds like the style has dropped a lot.
"This kind of grass is called 'flavored wattle'. It is dark green in color, with light green wavy patterns on it, and there are jagged protrusions on the sides of the inner leaves." Professor Li explained from the side: "This kind of grass is also a kind of medicinal herb.
, the drug has strong properties and can suppress some manic symptoms."
"There are two ways to identify this kind of grass: one is the appearance method mentioned by Teacher Stendhal just now; the other is the smell. If you crush the leaves of this kind of grass, the remaining juice will emit a very special smell.
It has a strong pungent smell." Professor Li crushed the grass in his hand, raised his hand as a gesture and handed it to the students in front of him.
Several people immediately looked like they were dying.
This piqued the interest of many people.
Zheng Qing held a scented thorn in his hand, looked at the others, and tried to pinch the tip of the leaf with his index finger and thumb, crushing it. Then he brought the dark green stain on the fingertips of his deerskin gloves to his face.
Suddenly, a strong pungent smell rushed straight down his nose and into his brain, as if he had eaten a big mouthful of mustard.
He raised his head and found Professor Li looking at everyone with tears in his eyes.
"This pungent smell lasts for a very short time, about five seconds." Professor Li sniffed and muttered: "What you need to pay attention to is that you don't like this pungent feeling! For
For wizards who value mental safety, there is nothing more harmful to the body than stimulation."
"Why do you want to pull up such weeds?" Li Meng sniffed and questioned loudly with a string of tears hanging on her face.
"Because it's dishonest!" The pickaxe in Uncle Stendhal's hand turned into a hoe at some point. He casually turned up a piece of soil on the edge of the field and knocked the clod with the back of the hoe.
broken.
A mollusk mixed in the soil turned into a ball of mud with the banging of the head.
After a pause, the old man looked up at the students and added: "Little things like thorns grow too fast."
"Too fast!" He repeated emphatically: "Pollination one moment, flowering the next, and seeds popping up in the middle of the night when it's quiet. The grass seeds fall to the ground and take root. They can sprout in an hour or three. Wait for you to see them the next day.
Man Yao Tian Jing is such a little thing."
"It consumes too much soil, but its medicinal uses are very limited. Except for medicines with a small audience such as 'Wolfsbane Potion' that need a little as an auxiliary ingredient, you students will probably take a risk during the final exam days."
"Of course, we do not recommend that you use this herb as a sedative and refreshing thing." Professor Li, who was standing aside, quickly spoke up and warned: "As I mentioned before, overly irritating herbs are harmful to the spirit of wizards. If
If you have similar needs, the campus hospital has better options for you.”
This chapter has been completed!