After Hu Nuan returned to the sect, Hu Qing slept until midnight and got up at midnight, took the bamboo basket and went to the city gate.
The silver cattails she brought back last time were of such high quality that she thought she could sell two spiritual stones. Who knows, but she only sold one piece. Only then did she realize that there is no shortage of silver cattails in Baopingfang. If it weren't for her luck,
The silver cattails collected are indeed old and of high quality, and no one would buy even a low-grade spiritual stone.
At that time, Hu Qing asked people about the value of spiritual plants, but no one told her because she was a mortal.
The monks look down on mortals and feel that telling a mortal about their affairs is an understatement.
However, the stall owners who also set up stalls did not want others to steal their business.
Hu Qing didn't take it seriously. There were a lot of herbal medicines taught by Shui Xin. The worst she could do was find one and try the same. Even if the price of the spiritual beads was sold, she could still support herself.
This time she went early, and she was familiar with the road. It didn't take as long as last time to walk, and it was still dark when she arrived at the city gate.
The security at the foot of Chaohua Zong is very good, and the city gate will not be closed even at night. Of course, there is someone on duty at the city gate. It is strange to see her, a mortal woman, coming here at this time.
Someone came over and asked: "Are you going to leave the workshop?"
Hu Qing nodded, looking at the still dark sky and hesitated: "I'll go out to collect medicine."
The man was very kind and said: "Wait a minute, night is the time when monsters are active."
Hu Qing thanked him and went to the wall to wait.
The man looked at her one more time, then went back and said to his companions: "A mortal girl dares to come out at this hour. It shows that there is no one else at home."
The companion smiled: "Being able to come to our market means that there are monks in the family. What should she be afraid of when there are monks? Do you know what I heard when I went to the mortal area? They said that we are gods, and they ascended to heaven with us."
The two of them laughed together: "But how did they know that monks are also cruel, and no one buries them even when they die?"
They are laughing to themselves and can no longer laugh.
"It's good to be a mortal. It's just a few decades and a lifetime in Baopingfang. It's so good."
There is no need to worry about food and drink, there is protection from the city, and there are monks to provide support. No wonder those mortals are nourished and nourished.
Hu Qing didn't know that some people were envious of the mortal life. When the horizon turned fish-belly white, she carried a basket on her back and left the city. She still chose the same path as last time, going to the forest where she dug silver cattails last time, hoping to find other spiritual plants.
This forest is really rich. Hu Qing soon discovered a mushroom called ghost face on the dark side of the tree trunk. It had a black umbrella surface and white lines that looked like a face. Hu Qing recognized it accurately. Shui Xin taught her the trick. This kind of mushroom has a more ghostly face.
The more ferocious it is, the more valuable it is, and it can also be distinguished from the smell of the roots. The better the quality, the smellier the roots, and the smell will become more fragrant after the smell is removed. The ghost-faced mushroom is the main ingredient in hallucinogens.
However, this kind of mushroom is poisonous. If you smell it or touch it, you will be poisoned. It will not kill people and cause them to fall into coma.
Hu Qing was well prepared, wearing several layers of cloth masks and five-finger gloves on his hands.
It would be great if there was rubber. Hu Qing thought about the gaskets on the wheels of the pallet trucks. He would study it when he could get the raw materials.
She didn't dare to get too close. She stood a step away to observe the appearance of the ghost-faced mushrooms, and gradually discovered the pattern. The further inside, the more ghost-faced mushrooms there were, the more trees, grass and vines in the forest, and the ground became muddy. She could smell it faintly through the mask.
The smell is also getting stronger.
Hu Qing bravely walked deeper, and when he pulled out the soles of his shoes and was about to be sucked off, he decisively turned around and walked out. He stretched out his arms and raised his fingers to dig for mushrooms with a knife.
The backpack is too big, so I think I should knit a smaller one and hang it in front of me.
After Hu Qing dug it all out and the bamboo basket was half full, she saw that the position of the sun began to rotate.
There is a baby at home who is waiting for food.
When we arrived at the city gate, the sun had not yet reached the center. Hu Qing took out the door sign and went in, but was stopped by someone.
It was the one who talked to her in the morning.
What? Tolls?
The tall man covered his nose with one hand: "What's in your basket?"
Hu Qing was still wearing a mask and was surprised: "It's a ghost-faced mushroom. Does it smell bad?"
The man was surprised: "It's true, the ghost-faced mushroom is poisonous."
Hu Qing: "I don't dare to pick much."
The man: "Be careful, don't touch it with your hands." Apparently he saw her gloves.
Hu Qing thanked him.
The man added: "There is a drug store with a yellow curtain on Ding San Street. The price of that drug store is reasonable. Go there and see what's available."
Hu Qing was surprised and thanked him again and again.
The man smiled and walked aside, as if he had never spoken to her.
His companion winked at him: "What? You've fallen in love with him? It's a pity that he's a disfigured one."
The man laughed and scolded: "You went to see your sweetheart yesterday, thinking everyone is like you." He then said: "I've never seen a mortal who works hard in the city, so I couldn't help but remind you. It doesn't cost anything."
What am I?"
The companion glanced into the city gate and said, "You are brave enough."
Hu Qing didn't think much and went to the place the man said. What was she afraid of? Did the monk covet her, an old and ugly little widow? Besides, in the free market by the river, only the poorest people came.
The monks at the lowest level who have a little bit of money will not go there to waste time. Her things can only be sold at the lowest price.
It's better to try somewhere else.
Hu Qing inquired with the children on the roadside and arrived at Ding San Street. As expected, there was only one shop with a yellow curtain. The man believed that Hu Qing was illiterate, but Hu Qing knew all the characters on the signboard: Baicao Pavilion.
Mu Ran. What else can a person with this name do besides selling medicine?
Hu Qing carried a basket on her back and entered the house. The room was very spacious, with one steward and three assistants. The moment she entered, all four people looked over and twitched their noses.
So, how smelly are ghost-faced mushrooms?
A young boy in front of me greeted him warmly: "Madam, are you selling medicine?"
Well, she doesn't even need to say a word when we start fighting like this.
The steward also came over, nodded politely, took off the backpack, put it on the counter and pushed it inside.
The steward held his breath and held the edge of the basket as it tilted. He was a little surprised that there were so many? Is this little woman just a mortal? Could it be that the monk at home picked her to sell?
He muttered: "If it were bigger and the pattern was clearer, it would be more valuable."
Hu Qing smiled and laughed at himself: "Then I will lose my life."
The steward was surprised and looked across the counter at her feet. It was clear that she had picked it herself. He couldn't help but look up at this little mortal woman.
He said: "It's very dangerous for you to pick these ghost-faced mushrooms. Will you encounter poisonous ants that like to eat ghost-faced mushrooms?"
Hu Qing was startled: "Where are the poisonous ants?"
The steward nodded and looked at the ghost-faced mushroom again: "Yes, this size is not the favorite of poisonous ants. I guess you were lucky enough not to encounter one."
Hu Qinghou was afraid and murmured to himself: "I won't dare to go there again."
Dead water heart, why don't you tell me this?
Shui Xin: Wherever there are spiritual herbs, there are insects. Do you want others to talk about this kind of thing?
"How about five low-grade spiritual stones?"
"Okay." Hu Qing nodded happily.
The manager smiled and took out five low-grade spiritual stones: "Madam, if you have any herbs in the future, you can send them over. Our prices at Baicao Pavilion are fair and honest."
