Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 350 Can't Get a Boat?look at me!

It was already afternoon when we boarded the passenger ship again, and the place on the ship was obviously much deserted.

In the evening, most of the seats in the lobby were empty, and the faces of the father and daughter who played strings and sang were obviously worried.

After three days on the boat, Shu Yingtong and his group disembarked and rented a large carriage. The coachman drove for half a day and sent them to the pier of the Siqu Canal.

The sky was getting dark, and there were many ships moored at the pier. Compared with the Yuanjiang pier, this pier was several times larger.

All kinds of ships from south to north sailed on the wide river, most of them were official ships.

The large passenger ship has a specific departure time, and the few people don't want to find a foot shop to stay overnight, so they have to rent a small passenger ship for travel.

When the boatmen soliciting passengers heard that the canal would be diverted into Yuxiang Province, they waved their hands and left.

Even if they pay generously, they have to spend their lives.
"Hey" Yu Linglong looked at Zhou Chi with distaste while carrying a small bundle, "How can someone who does water business not be able to get on a boat?"

As she spoke, she threw the burden on her shoulders and strode back, "It's up to you to talk about gentleman's morality!"

After a while, a middle-aged man scrambled and rushed in front of several people, plopped down on the ground and kowtowed, "Excuse me who is Mr. Zhou, Xiao Ke would like to send some of you to Zhusui, please forgive me!" But the life of the family!"

Zhou Chi tilted his head and looked at Yu Cunxin with a cool gaze, "Can you report your name when you do something wrong?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Yu Cunxin shrugged and snorted coldly, "Didn't I follow you every step of the way? Are you going to get on the boat or not?"

The man was about to cry, "I beg some of you to come aboard!"

The little girl said that she would only give him a cup of tea, no one would be invited, no antidote would be given, and the whole family died of poisoning!

Jing Yunyan bent down and pulled the man up, pursed his lips and chuckled, "Then there will be Lao Chuanjia."

Yu Linglong picked a small passenger boat with only six cabins, and when a few people boarded the boat, she was sitting on a stool with great strength, and there were seven or eight trembling people standing in front of her, both young and old.

"Miss, my son has already invited all your friends aboard, the antidote... can you give us..." the old woman put her arms around a five or six-year-old girl, begging.

The little girl hugged the old woman's leg, and looked timidly at the little yellow chicken that Yu Linglong was playing with, her bright black eyes were full of curiosity.

Zhou Chi walked forward with a dark face, and stared at Yu Linglong condescendingly, "If you disagree with each other, you will be poisoned. How did you manage to grow so big without being hacked to death?"

Speaking of poisoning, he remembered the past when he almost died at her hands.

I'm so angry.

Yu Linglong gave him a mocking smile, "It's a fluke, a fluke."

Jing Yunyan put down his luggage, grabbed the man's wrist and came over to check his pulse, pursed his lips and chuckled, took a small white porcelain bottle from the medicine box and stuffed it into his hand, "Just take one pill a day."

Shu Yingtong looked at the familiar little bottle and twitched the corners of her mouth. It was the nourishing qi and nourishing blood pill she took.
These people were not poisoned at all.

Zhou Chi naturally knew Jing Yunyan's habit of distinguishing the porcelain vases containing expensive medicines by color and carving. This kind of white porcelain vase was the most common tonic in Huichuntang.

He blankly glanced at Yu Linglong who was begging for medicine from others, feeling very disgusted.

At a young age, cheating and abducting are all kinds of tricks.

"Ship money." He patted a silver coin on the table.

The Chuanjia family was stunned. They forgot to swallow the medicine in their mouths. Didn’t they take the Overlord Ship?
For a two-day itinerary, ten taels?

"What are you doing in a daze, haven't you ever seen someone with a lot of money? Collect money to cook and arrange cabins, I'm starving to death, and we haven't eaten yet!" Yu Linglong rubbed her stomach with her mouth flattened.

Zhou Chi glanced at her coldly. If you say that people are stupid and have a lot of money, everyone present will have to bow down to her, right?
It was the old woman who reacted quickly, grabbed the silver ingot, and said enthusiastically, "This is the arrangement, this is the arrangement."

With one order, the guide leads the way, the cook cooks, and the boatman is notified to run to the cabin below.

The meals on the boat were still mainly river fish, and Yu Linglong's face was wrinkled into a ball, holding the chopsticks and poking at the steamed fish on the plate in distaste.

"I want to eat rice. It's okay to make cakes from millet, but it's too uncomfortable to eat as rice."

"Would you like to eat or not." Shu Yingtong glanced over, his eyes calm, "Treasure that you still have millet to eat, and when you get to the epidemic area, maybe you will still eat sorghum."

The taste of yellow rice is stickier than rice, but it is much better than the sorghum grown in the wilderness.

That's called stabbing the throat.

The Southwest was hit by a disaster last year, and it was only after the winter that it recovered. As food for famine relief, we must grow sorghum.

The sunspot sorghum is planted in February. It has strong adaptability and poor taste. It is used to feed livestock in normal years.

She had rice, but she didn't intend to ask the cook to cook it.

Everyone didn't bring much luggage, and suddenly they brought out a bag of rice and had to explain, which was troublesome.

Yu Linglong picked up the bowl resentfully, it's not okay to be kicked out.

Their own dried mushroom meat sauce is delicious.

Sesame oil mold tofu is also fragrant.

After dinner, Yu Linglong had no place to play, and was greedy for Shu Yingtong's box of bright red candied fruit without seeds.

Sitting at the table with a face full of bitterness and hatred, he practiced calligraphy stickers, stopped writing a word, pinched a piece and threw it into his mouth.

Growing up so big, she hated reading and writing the most.

There was silence in the room, Jing Yunyan put down the medical book in his hand, picked up the teacup and glanced over there while drinking tea, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps Xiao Moxing didn't realize that her appetite has increased a lot in the past few days.

The lip color that was previously dark has also become rosy.

The box is not any ordinary candied fruit, it is hard to find a second box in the world.

His Tongtong is really soft-hearted.
"If I hadn't been sitting next to you, I would have thought you were writing with your feet." Shu Yingtong picked up a sticker, showing her dislike without any concealment.

Shuan'er's handwriting is much more beautiful than this one.

"It's pretty neat already!" Yu Linglong widened her eyes in disbelief, chewing hard on the candied fruit in her mouth.

How neat and tidy, horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, left is left, right is right!

In the past, what she wrote was called a dragon and a dragon, and sometimes she took it out after two days and looked at it, but she couldn't recognize it.

"Lacking pens and adding strokes is also called neatness?" Shu Yingtong raised her eyebrows slightly, took out a volume of "Compendium of Materia Medica" and threw it in front of her, "Start copying from the preface."

"Copy the book?" Yu Linglong gasped, put down her pen, picked up the book and opened the first page, "Ji said to look at the light of the dragon, to know the ancient sword, to look at the precious energy, and to discern the pearl. Therefore, Ping is a real Shangyang. There is no hole in the sky."

"Shizhen, I, Jingchu, too. You are very young and sick, and your body is blunt." Yu Linglong read to the back, tilting her head to look at Shu Yingtong, "This Li Dongbi speaks so much about himself, why haven't I heard of it?"

The 52 volumes have been written for 30 years, and more than 800 books have been referenced, and it is said that almost all herbal medicines are included in it.

There is also Gengyin Year in Wanli of Ming Dynasty.
Never heard of it at all.
"Don't care if you've heard it or not, just copy it." Shu Yingtong glanced at her indifferently.

In order to practice medicine, Li Shizhen begged his father three times.

In order to publish it, Wang Shizhen, a great Confucian who had never met before, traveled a long way in his sixtieth year to write a preface for him.

Such a masterpiece of pharmacy should not be buried because of the difference in time and space.

Jing Yunyan leaned back in the chair, holding his face sideways, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Tongtong, you are helping me recruit disciples, aren't you?"

Shu Yingtong looked calmly at Yu Linglong whose face suddenly lit up, "I think she's too busy, find something for her to do."

(End of this chapter)