When they heard that Yun Sheng wanted to make his own medicine, almost all the villagers didn't believe it except the village chief grandfather.
Recently, Yun Sheng's reputation in the village has improved a lot due to her role as a herb collector and the previous competition between her and Ding Lei.
But after all, she is only a six-year-old child. Even if she is very talented in medicinal herbs, it does not mean that she can make medicine.
Not to mention, just by smelling the smell of the hemostatic agent, you can make the medicine.
To make medicine, even if it is just a rudimentary medicine like a hemostatic agent, you have to be a pharmacist or a specialized magic pharmacist to successfully develop it.
In Wuji Continent, medicines are divided into herbal medicines and patent medicines. Herbal medicines generally refer to all unprocessed herbs, while patent medicines refer to ancient medicines and magic medicines.
Herbal medicines such as styptic flower and moongrass are the most basic herbs and need to be refined before they can be made into magic medicine or ancient medicine.
According to the regulations on Wuji Continent, only pharmacists recognized by the Dharma Temple or Yaohuang Pavilion can be qualified to make pharmaceuticals.
Yun Sheng is just a basic herbal picker. He is not even a herbalist who can decoct and test basic medicines. It is no wonder that the villagers are suspicious.
Although Yun Sheng repeatedly promised that she would be able to make a hemostatic agent, the villagers did not believe her words. Only the village chief grandfather remained silent, sitting on the bullock cart without saying a word.
Time passed quickly, and until sunset, the villagers still had not sold a single hemostatic flower, and everyone looked solemn.
Hemostatic flowers are the largest source of income for Jiaoye Village. If they cannot be sold, it means that the village's source of income is cut off.
Looking at the carts of styptic flowers, none of the villagers were willing to return to the village.
This is their hard work over the past few months, and no one wants to see them go to waste. The children and the elderly at home are all waiting for them to go back.
Everyone's heart was heavy. The village chief's grandfather sat at the back of the car, smoking a hookah without saying a word.
"Village chief, how about we sell the hemostatic flowers at a low price? Five copper coins is five copper coins. At least we can keep our capital. The family is almost out of rice for cooking," a villager with red eyes endured.
He kept complaining.
Yun Sheng watched anxiously, and she decided that even if other villagers wanted to sell the styptic flowers at a low price, she would still keep her batch of first-class styptic flowers.
She still has the money she received from working as a herb collector, so she can survive for a while.
She must successfully prepare the hemostatic agent.
The shisha in the hands of the village chief's grandpa had red and dark ashes. He suddenly took a sip of the water pipe and exhaled the last cloud of smoke, "Pull it back! Pull it all back, and go back to the hemostatic agent. No one is allowed to take the hemostatic flower."
It was sold at a low price. You must know that it was not sold for money, but for the face of the whole village of Jiaoye Village. If Huoyan Village wants to punish us, we will fight back. The people of Jiaoye Village are never easy to bully."
It's been a long time since the village chief's grandpa has been so aggressive. He is worthy of being a magician who has served in the army. Even though he is currently retiring in a small mountain village, after experiencing today's humiliation, the blood in his body has been activated again.
The village chief's words were like a few blasts of thunder, exploding in the ears of every villager, and also woke up those villagers who had originally planned to compromise.
Although they still didn't believe Yun Sheng's words, they did believe the village chief's words.
If the village chief says Yun Sheng can do it, then he can do it.
The villagers held back their bad breath and drove their bullock carts back to Jiaoye Village.
That night, all the villagers in Jiaoye Village did not sleep well. No one knew what the future of Jiaoye Village would be like as it could no longer sell styptic flowers.
Early the next morning, Yun Sheng came to the Dharma Temple in Jiaoye Village and told Master Yang exactly what happened the previous day.
To make medicine, it is obviously not enough to just use the crude medicine grinding tools that Yun Sheng has at his disposal.
The Dharma Temple is the place with the largest variety of herbal medicines, pharmaceutical tools, and the most suitable sanitary conditions in the village.
The village chief also greeted Magic Director Yang in advance. When Yun Sheng said that he wanted to make a hemostatic agent, Magic Director Yang was not very interested. He was a magician, and even if he wanted to refine it, he would use magic.
He mainly focused on medicines, and in his eyes, ancient medicines were just inferior medicines for treating headaches and brain fever.
Regarding the village affairs in the village, Master Yang will not interfere, and the Dharma Temple will never interfere in politics or inter-state affairs.
Under the premise that Yun Sheng promised not to delay the affairs of the Dharma Temple, Master Yang agreed that Yun Sheng could borrow the pharmacy for two hours at night, but the herbs she used must be deducted from her monthly salary.
Yun Sheng had no objection to this. That night, after finishing her housework at home, Yun Sheng walked into the pharmacy wearing the clothes of a medicine collector.
As night falls, the bright pine oil lamps of the Dharma Temple illuminate the pharmacy.
Yun Sheng selected a dozen fresh hemostatic flowers.
Recalling the smell of the hemostatic agent she had smelled in the herbal shop yesterday, she opened the drawers of the pharmacy.
"The raw material is hemostasis flower. In addition, there are also rhododendron flowers, Polygonum multiflorum flower, and Shushi. It seems that something is missing." Yun Sheng quickly used his memory to find out the smell of different herbs in the hemostatic agent.
Yun Sheng, who was born into the Shennong family, could be said to have grown up in a herbal jar since she was a child. Her tongue and nose were only a little bit behind her eyes, which were trained by Shennong pupils.
Even if she didn't recognize the names of any herbs she had smelled, she would be able to clearly identify them the next time she smelled them.
However, after grinding the corresponding herbs, she found that something seemed to be missing from the potion.
But she couldn't remember exactly what it was.
The wick of the pine oil lamp was full and swollen, and two hours passed quickly.
Yun Sheng still hasn't found the last medicine.
The time agreed with Magister Yang had come, so Yun Sheng had no choice but to extinguish the oil lamp and walk out of the Dharma Temple.
When he walked out of the Dharma Temple, a small black shadow appeared in front of him, and Yun Sheng didn't even frown.
Xiao Hei took a quick step and rushed to Yun Sheng.
Although it has become a member of the Yun family, Xiao Hei seems to be a little afraid of Yun Canghai. When Yun Sheng is not around, it will wander outside most of the time. When Yun Sheng is about to come back, it will pick her up at the entrance of the temple.
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A dog and a person, two hazy shadows, big and small, walking among the fields in Jiaoye Village.
There were sounds of insects chirping in his ears, and Xiao Hei Sahuan was running aside. Suddenly, a field mouse jumped out from the field ridge. Without saying a word, Xiao Hei pounced on it.
This pounce caused the night dew on the field ridge to splash all over Yun Sheng's neck, and the fresh and moist smell of dew hit his nostrils.
Yun Sheng was aroused by the cold dew and remembered something.
She finally knew what was missing from her hemostatic agent.