I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 154 Shennong's Materia Medica (for subscription)
This dragon is not the dragon in Dragon Ball, but Shennong who tastes all kinds of herbs!
There are famines and plagues in many places in Daxuan. If you are like the Shenlong family, taste all the plants that are not in the herb collection, and then sort them out, then the living conditions of the Daxuan people will be improved.

Daxuan's existing grain, but some are subject to the influence of the weather, some are subject to production, and some are not acclimatized to the soil and water. In short, each has its own disadvantages.

After seeing the famine in Tiannan County, He Pingan had an idea, but he never started it.

Is there any kind of food that can overcome the disadvantages of drought and waterlogging?

He had it in his previous life, and he believed that Daxuan should have it too, but he didn't know where it was hidden, waiting for someone to dig it out.

A great old man flashed through He Pingan's mind, and he developed hybrid rice, but soon gave up.

But the nine-year compulsory education is not good enough
There are also many plagues in Daxuan. Perhaps among the many unknown elixir herbs, we will find cheap herbs that can restrain the plague.

In the process of searching for unknown elixir and spiritual grass plants, he wrote a book of Shennong's Herbal Classic and put it for sale in the fairy grass hall.

I have not only improved my Taoism, enriched my knowledge of pharmacology, but also solved the survival difficulties of the human race, so why not do it.

Of course it has nothing to do with earning silver
In a world that can produce immortals and Buddhas, I believe there will be many plants, animals and monsters, each with its own use.

If in the process of tasting hundreds of herbs and eating monsters, I can write a book of Daxuan on the tip of my tongue.
"Guru..."

Thinking of this, He Pingan couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Just do it, He Pingan told Master Wang his thoughts.

After all, according to Master Wang's tone, there should be a lot of this unknown herbal medicine, and it's a long-term matter, so it's better to inform him.

After hearing this, Master Wang was taken aback for a moment, then looked at He Pingan from head to toe, and asked, "Try all the herbs in the world?"

"This is a matter of life and death. Have you really thought about it?"

He Pingan nodded seriously, and then said: "Master Wang, you forgot, I used to be in the drug testing department for ten years."

"No one understands pharmacology more personally than me."

"Besides, my current cultivation is much stronger than before."

Master Wang nodded emphatically, and said in awe: "If all the people in the world are like Ping An, then the world will really be safe."

"These unnamed medicinal herbs are nothing but an account book anyway, you can taste them as you like, and if you need me to help you, just mention them."

He Pingan quickly said: "My lord, as long as you agree, that's fine. I don't dare to bother you."

After the master Wang left, He Pingan took the elixir. Not long after, he took out a brand new ledger with five words written on the cover: "Shenlong Herbal Classic!"

Three more words were written on the title page: Xu Changqing.

Then I wrote below that the long seedlings are two or three feet high, and the leaves are like thin willow leaves, and the leaves are grown in two by cutting the stems, with light yellow flowers blooming between the leaves.
Can be used as medicine!
It was too difficult for him, a household with difficulty in naming, to name this herbal medicine.

Xu Changqing, this is the name of a protagonist in He Pingan's favorite game in his previous life.

Or use doctrine, straightforward.

He Pingan originally wanted to draw Xu Changqing's herb at the bottom, but unfortunately he only tried two strokes before giving up.

I painted the grass myself, it really looks like grass.

But definitely not like Xu Changqing
"Master Wang, I have changed my mind."

Professional people do professional things.

Wouldn't it be nice for the master of the sixth grade of painting to paint this grass?

In a blink of an eye, the Shangyuan Festival has also passed, and the matter of He Ping'an's taste of Baicao caused some waves in the drug department, and no one paid any attention to it.

Even, in He Ping'an's spying, some people praised it, but more people ridiculed it.

He Pingan ignored everything and concentrated on trying unknown herbs.

On the contrary, Master Wang was extremely enthusiastic about this matter, and handed over some unknown herbs that Han Li hadn't had time to discard in the future, and handed over all of them to He Pingan.

He also mentioned in front of He Pingan many times that if the Shennong Bencao Jing is written and everyone has not eaten He Pingan's table, they must add their names on it.

He Ping'an was furious. What are you talking about? If you run out of life, you won't be able to eat my table.

But he still complied with Master Wang's request.
Whoever asks himself for others still needs Wang Zhubo to paint.

The case of Wu Zining's and Shi Zhenniang's death seemed to be closed just like that, without causing any disturbance.

He Pingan didn't find out, and Jingzhao Mansion naturally didn't have the slightest clue.

The people behind the scenes have been silent for a while, and hibernate.

He Pingan doesn't care, it's better to find out, if not, the opponent will show his feet sooner or later.

At present, I still focus on improving my cultivation base, and when I reach the seventh rank of Xuan Gong, whoever comes will be slapped in the face!
On the contrary, Wan Chuntang, two third-rank masters came recently, it is said that because of Wu Zining's death, they came to protect Wan Chuntang's safety.

He Pingan felt that it should be the result of his intrusion into Shi Junsu's boudoir that night
The yamen of Jingzhao Mansion also came to the door in person to clean up Shi Zhenniang's grievances for Xiancaotang.

He Ping'an is thinking about whether to open several chains for Xiancaotang like Wanchuntang.

Set a small goal first, collect [-] million poisonous weeds for yourself
On the contrary, Xiao Shizhen, who was accepted by Hong Xifei, showed a very high talent for medicine.

Although I have only been here for more than ten days, I have been able to recognize more than 200 kinds of commonly used herbal medicines, and my knowledge of pharmacology has surpassed the few medicine boys who stayed in Xiancaotang for several months before.

He Pingan couldn't help sighing that there really are so-called geniuses in this world.

Although compared with myself, it is still a lot worse.
On this day, He Pingan and Han Li came to the Grass Department early. After all, the Shangyuan Festival has passed, and it is not appropriate to go fishing for three days and hang the net for two days.

As soon as he stepped into the fifth floor, he saw Yang Qing sitting on the table with a bruised left eye socket, very similar to the national treasure from his previous life.

"Brother Yang, long time no see"

He Pingan and the two hurriedly greeted warmly.

"Um"

Yang Qing's momentum was quite depressed, he swept his left and right arms, and then lowered his head, trying to cover up the abnormality of his left eye.

Not long ago, she was happy drinking with the younger generation of the Yang family, and casually said that only women and villains are difficult to raise, and Liu Yue'e ran away on the spot, punching her in the left eye socket.

And if you hit it, you just hit it, and don't let it be covered by magic, this bitch, is too ruthless
Even the newly recruited female apprentice is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Asking her to give herself medicine, and saying that a man and a woman can't kiss each other, tell her to get out of the way...

Yang Qing was thinking about his own sadness, and was thinking about how to cover up his embarrassment later, so He Pingan came over and said, "Brother Yang, I heard that this time you went home to visit your relatives, and you met a martial artist riding a dragon again. Get advice from the Martial Sage."

"Do I have to call you from now on, Martial Saint High Disciple?"

Hearing this, Yang Qing regained his energy, stood up suddenly, waved his big hand, and said impassionedly: "You don't know, that Martial Saint"

The main idea is to roughly talk about the matter of Wu Sheng teaching him the song of righteousness, and focus on the fact that he angrily scolded Liu Yue'e in front of Wu Sheng, showing his true heroism.

As a result, in the next breath, He Ping'an's words made Yang Qing almost break his defense: "This eye, are you sure it wasn't Madam Sister-in-law?"

Han Li hid aside, covered his mouth and let out a "Kuku" laugh.

Yang Qing was so embarrassed that he almost died on the spot.
At this moment, Master Wang from upstairs came down, easing Yang Qing's embarrassing situation: "Lao Yang, clean up and prepare to face the saint!"

(End of this chapter)