Su Chen stayed alone in the thatched cottage. He smelled the sour smell of the thatched cottage, and couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, immediately rolled up his sleeves, and cleaned the inside and outside of the thatched cottage, pots and pans.

Then, he started to work quickly in the herbal field, fetching water, fertilizing the ten acres of fields, clearing the weeds, and loosening the soil.

This is similar to doing farm work, just don’t hurt the roots of herbs. Different herbs have different cultivation methods, which requires mastering certain herbs.

I inspected the thorn fences around the herb garden, and they were tied tightly so that the hares and mountain rats in the dense forest would come in to eat herbs.

After doing these tasks, Su Chen knew the medicinal materials in this ten acres of fields.

Dozens of herbs are planted in this ten acres of field, mainly divided into three categories.

The first type is the common typhoid, illness, and bruises and injuries of the people. They are sold to the pharmacy shops in the thirteen counties of Wujun, so there is no need to say much.

The second category is the body-tempering herbs needed by warriors in the third-level realm to practice the lower dantian, which can also be divided into blood, tendons, bones, skin, marrow and so on, and is the lower medicinal materials.

The third category is second-rate, first-rate warriors who are indispensable for the cultivation of the dantian and replenish qi, the most common herbs are ginseng medicine, lotus seeds, astragalus, etc., which are medium-grade and top-grade medicinal materials. The higher the year, the more valuable it is.

These medicinal materials used for cultivation are mainly for use by middle and high-level officials in the Medicine King Gang, or sold to other large and small gangs in the world for money.

There are a number of herbs in the field, and Zhou Mieyan recorded them in the herb books. The King of Medicine has extremely strict criminal laws and is much more powerful than the government. Naturally, there is no idea that disciples will boldly beat these herbs.

...

In the afternoon, Su Chen finished his work and cooked sauce and mixed rice in the boiler of the thatched hut, and began to study his upper dantian.

This is the most important thing, and for him, it is much more important than guarding the medicine garden.

Su Chen tried to practice "Turtle Breath Art" and wanted to enter the upper dantian to see if there was any change in his blue light ball.

However, what disappointed Su Chen was.

After he silently practiced the "Tortoise Breathing Art", he slept in the thatched hut for a nap and felt quite sweet, and his energy was extremely strong after waking up.

Unfortunately, I did not enter the limit of the upper dantian at all.

Su Chen tried it repeatedly several times, but it all ended in failure.

Su Chen was very convinced that even though he had entered the upper dantian once, he still could not use this "Turt Breath Art" to block his six consciousnesses and enter the upper dantian again.

Su Chen couldn't help but recall that last time he was bitten by a poisonous snake in the lake at the foot of the Qionglong Mountains. He shed tears of bluestone in his grief and ate half a piece of wild ginseng. Finally, he was swallowed into the fish's belly by a big fish monster and silently used the "Tortoise Breathing Art".

It was in those extremely special circumstances that the six consciousnesses were unexpectedly closed, and they broke into the upper dantian, and discovered the soul and the spiritual mountain.

Now it is not so easy to enter the upper dantian again.

Thinking of the extremely venomous poison of the Golden Ring Snake last time, and being swallowed by the fish monster into the belly, it almost became fish food. That kind of danger made Su Chen feel scared and he did not dare to try this dangerous experiment easily.

...

The back mountain is quiet and the days pass by day.

Su Chen got up early every morning and worked diligently. In just two hours, he picked up more than ten loads of manure and sprinkled them in more than ten acres of herbal fields. He also finished the chores of weeding and loosening the soil.

It took two hours to practice the introductory martial arts in the morning. If a warrior does not use herbs to help temper the body and strengthen the body, practicing for two hours a day is the limit. If you continue to practice forcibly, you will only hurt your muscles and bones, and will cause more benefits and less benefits.

When going to bed at night, after Su Chen silently practiced the "Turtle Breathing Art", it only takes two hours at most to recover his energy, and he can't fall asleep even if he sleeps too much.

In this way, the afternoon and evening are free.

Su Chen sat withered in the thatched cottage, looking at the herbs in the ten acres of medicinal fields in front of him, and was in a daze when he was doing nothing.

The task of guarding the medicine field is indeed very boring.

You can't leave either, so as to avoid being damaged by lynx, hares, etc., breaking in or being stolen.

Once the herbs are lost, the guard disciples will be fined, and in severe cases, they will even be punished by the sergeant hall.

After a few days, Su Chen finally realized why the young senior brother in front was full of depressed and tiredness, and even felt unwilling to get too entangled with Zhou Miyan because of his salary being deducted. He felt an impatient feeling of relief when he left.

Being in this lonely and deserted herbal field for three months, and having nothing to do, it will indeed make people extremely depressed and irritable.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on the mat, looking stunned, thinking in his mind, not knowing what to do.

If you can buy a book of low-level martial arts secrets from the library to practice, you can pass the long and boring time.

But he was penniless and could not afford it. He had to work at least three months of servitude to take care of herbal medicine and fields and earn enough 900 coins to afford a low-level martial arts book in the Library.

Su Chen really wanted to use this free time to study the upper dantian and the soul, but he tried repeatedly in the "Tortoise Breath" a few days ago but couldn't get into the Niwan Palace, which made him quite upset and disappointed, and had to give up this idea.

"You can find something to do, otherwise you will be suffocated."

Su Chen was thinking randomly.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the strange phenomenon he had fallen by the lake and shed tears after the bluestone tears were falling.

In the past, every time I burst into tears, the tears fell on the ground and then quickly solidified into small bluestones, which was no different from ordinary stubborn stones, and I never found any special effects.

He used a small burlap bag to keep them all close to him as a souvenir.

But this time I cried differently, two green tears fell directly into the lake.

It may have been diluted by the lake water, but it has not solidified, and it has dispersed, creating a strong tempting and strange fragrance, attracting thousands of fish in the deep-water lakes to boil and rush to eat.

"How come my tears have a fragrance, which causes such a big noise... Could it be that these green tears have any unknown special benefits that will attract thousands of fish to compete for food!"

Su Chen thought about it and felt that there was a big problem.

Since the strange fragrance of green tears can attract thousands of fish in the entire lake, and even the terrifying fish monster is attracted, it is probably a very rare magical thing, right?!

When Su Chen thought of this, he couldn't help but have a strong thought.

He planned to experiment and see if Qinglei had any other magical uses.

I can't enter the upper dantian now and cannot study the functions of the soul and the spirit mountain. But bluestone tears are still relatively easy to obtain. As long as he sheds tears, he can get them.

In the past, Su Chen did not dare to let himself cry easily because he did not have ginseng medicine to replenish his vital energy. After a serious illness, his vital energy was extremely weak and he would lose his life.

Now it is different. Su Chen took out most of the 20 to 30 years of wild ginseng medicine from his arms. He picked it from the last time in the mountains. He only ate the remaining half, and most of it was not eaten.

Having most of the wild ginseng is enough to ensure that he will not die of illness because of the tears of bluestone.

Of course, Su Chen learned from the lesson last time and did not dare to eat wild ginseng raw.

There is a pair of pots and pans in the thatched hut, which can make medicinal soup.

Su Chen caught a tit in the dense forest of the back mountain, plucked his hair and cleaned it in the back mountain stream.

I picked up some firewood in the mountains and forests, set up a pile of fire on the kang, cut the ginseng medicine into slices, and cooked a large bowl of tits wild ginseng soup with the tits in a pot, broke up a small piece of salt and threw it in to add flavor.

He used a large wooden barrel to catch a bucket of clear mountain streams at the mountain stream in the back mountain, preparing to collect the tears of bluestones.

After Su Chen was ready, he hugged the big wooden barrel and burst into tears.

He rarely cried in his life. After howling a few times, he found that he could not cry at all. Even if he pretended to be heartbroken, it was useless.

Su Chen couldn't help but twist his thighs several times, and the pinched them red and swollen, making him scream in pain.

But I still couldn't cry and couldn't squeeze out half of tears.

Why is this happening?

Su Chen stayed for a long time and finally gave up this ineffective attempt. "Oh, men don't cry easily because they haven't reached the sad place! It seems that they have been suppressed so hard over the years that they can't even cry."

The tears cannot be shed, and the experiment naturally cannot be carried out.

It’s a pity that half of the wild ginseng plant was wasted.

Su Chen regretfully drank the big bowl of tits and wild ginseng soup that replenished vitality and drank it in one breath.

This bowl of soup that can nourish the vitality cannot be wasted, and it is still very good for the body. After drinking the ginseng medicine soup residue and the tit meat inside, the stomach was warm, and the medicinal power of wild ginseng gradually spread into his body, nourishing his body.

The sky at Yaowang Villa dimmed.

The sunset is setting, and the stars are changing, and I don’t know how long it has passed. It is late at night and the stars are sparse.

In the thatched cottage, Su Chen was lying bored on the ground, holding a dog-tail grass in his mouth, looking at the herb garden under the starry sky, looking bored.

Keeping a herbal garden is a hard work, and it can make people bored to death.

Su Chen turned over and was hurt by the small stone particles in the cloth bag around his waist, which was a little painful.

He was suddenly stunned, turned over and slapped his head.

"Oh, why am I stupid? Isn't there more than ten small bluestones in the small cloth bag? Even if I can't cry, I can still try them!"
Chapter completed!