Longevity starts with learning

Chapter 105 The Beginning of the Experiment

At dusk, the billowing black smoke has not stopped, and the entire sky, under the rising black smoke, is shrouded in a layer of shadow.

In the town, the courtyard door that was still stained with blood slowly opened, and Chu Mu walked out. Just like the sky, there was a layer of haze between Chu Mu's brows.

Chu Mu has already turned a blind eye to the suffering of others, but it took him nearly a quarter of an hour to walk a few hundred meters away from Mingxin Hall.

"Elder Li."

As usual, Chu Mu bowed his hands respectfully.

"coming."

Mr. Li put down the book in his hand, looked at Chu Mu who was standing bowed, then turned his slightly muddy eyes, and looked outside the door.

There are few people on the street, except for the patrolling patrols, there are only corvees who have been escorted back by the captives.

At this moment, outside the door, there happened to be a group of escaped corvees being escorted by the inspectors, shouting and cursing, many of the sabers carried by the inspectors seemed to be still covered with blood.

After a while, Old Man Li said softly, "I just saw you go to the mountains... What's going on in the mountains?"

Chu Mu organized his speech. Except for his uncertain guess, all other discoveries, including the "spiritual mine" in the mine, and the remarks he heard from the man in white, were not concealed, and they were fully stated.

"At the beginning of next month..."

Old Li's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Chu Mu with a strange look.

"Since Brother Mu has embarked on the path of cultivation, it is better to be less involved in mundane affairs. You should concentrate on cultivation and strive to embark on the journey of immortality as soon as possible."

"Mu...understood."

Chu Mu's heart trembled, and he quickly responded.

Old Li nodded, picked up the book in his hand again, but said nothing.

Chu Mu was silent for a moment, but in the end, without asking any further questions, he walked to the counter and handed the hand-copied list of medicinal materials to the apprentice behind the counter.

"Brother Mu, do you want it now?"

"Correct."

Chu Mu nodded: "Please prepare it for me, I need it now."

"It's a bit too much, Brother Mu, wait a minute, I'll go to the warehouse to check."

The apprentice took the list and walked away quickly.

Chu Mu stood in front of the counter with a calm expression, but his mind was already full of thoughts.

He was thinking, what did Mr. Li imply just now?Or just talking casually?

Chu Mu wasn't sure, but he didn't like this feeling very much.

As if drifting with the current involuntarily, he has no control over the turbulent waves. Whether he wants to or not, he seems to have to be swept by the turbulent waves.

It has always been like this since this life, and it seems to be like this now.

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When night fell, Chu Mu came out of Mingxin Hall carrying several large packages of medicinal materials.

The candles were lit at home, and under the flickering light, Chu Mu carefully sorted these large packages of medicinal materials.

Medicinal materials are precious, but they are not precious. They are all in their own growth cycle. As for the medicinal materials that exceed the growth cycle... even if Chu Mu wanted to buy them, he couldn't buy them.

The sources of medicinal materials for Mingxintang are either herbal pickers in the surrounding villages and towns, or several medicinal herb shops in the county.

Chu Mu had also inquired clearly a long time ago that according to the law of Da Chu, medicinal materials that exceed their own growth period are not allowed to be sold. If they are found, they must be turned in, otherwise, it will be a felony of beheading.

Of course, this is obviously a law for ordinary people, like Mr. Li, he obviously doesn't take the secular law seriously.

But most of the people Chu Mu can come into contact with now are ordinary people. Could it be possible for him to buy medicine from immortal cultivators?
After some inventory, they put them into the medicine cabinet by category. After finishing everything, Chu Mu walked to the wardrobe in front of the bed, opened the door, and on top of the stacked clothes, a delicate wooden box came into view.

He carefully took out the wooden box, picked up another piece of cloth and placed it on the table, and then placed the wooden box on the cloth.

The wooden box was opened, and what appeared next was a mini scale that was only about three inches long.

The whole body of the scale is golden, and on the streamlined extension of the scale, there are densely packed scales. The scale pan is only the size of a child's fist, and it is also golden all over. The weight is even more small and exquisite, just like a mysterious pyramid.

A steelyard, using the name of this era, should be called a centimeter scale.

The so-called centimetre, in this era, is naturally not the well-known unit of length in previous lives, but a unit of weight.

Two, money, cents, cents, cents!
It is the precise weight unit of this era.

Comparing the previous life, there is no difference between the one tael and the one tael of meat in the previous life. One qian is about three or four grams of the previous life, and one cent is about [-] grams, and the subsequent centimetres, and so on.

As for larger units, such as stones and buckets, it is obviously difficult to reflect them on medicinal materials.

And the mini scale in front of me can measure the weight down to centimeters!

On the market, the most accurate scales that can be bought basically stop at money.

The scale in front of me can be accurate to the centimetre, and the price and no market are probably not enough to describe its rarity!
The fundamental reason why such a treasured centimeter scale can appear in his hands is obviously thanks to Mr. Li who is Mingxintang.

Otherwise, it is obviously impossible for him right now, whether it is money or contacts, to get such a centimeter scale.

Knowing the people and knowing the medicine, the precise control of the properties of the medicine is directly related to the perfection of the final medicine.

The importance of this rod centimeter scale is obviously very clear to Chu Mu who has stepped into this path.

Chu Mu carefully took the centimeter scale out of the wooden box, and the control of strength has already been used on the steelyard without reservation.

"This way, maybe it's not accurate enough..."

After weighing out a penny of medicinal materials, Chu Mu looked at the centimeter scale in front of him, but he was thinking greedily.

The ultimate perfection of medicinal power lies in the control of medicinal properties.

But right now, even the centimeter scale is only for controlling the weight of medicinal materials, and it is only controlled to the centimeter weight.

In a sense, the weight of the medicinal materials also corresponds to the properties of the medicinal materials, but obviously, this correspondence is rough and approximate rather than precise.

To achieve true perfection, it should be the direct control of the medicinal properties.

Just like the white peony root in front of him, he wanted to take the yin and cold medicinal properties in the white peony root to neutralize the overall medicinal effect, but for the other medicinal properties in the white peony root, he wanted to get rid of it through the combination of other medicinal materials.

If he could control it precisely, then he should directly take a penny of the white peony root, or a penny of the yin-cold medicinal property. This is obviously the real perfection.

Thoughts flowed, and in the end, Chu Mu also laughed at himself. This is really too ambitious. Right now, he has only just touched on the step of weight, and being down-to-earth is the kingly way.

If he can really achieve this level, if he keeps going steadily, one day, he will come into contact with it.

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(End of this chapter)