Planar Trash

"What?" Cheng Jingchi's expression was more surprised than his grandfather, pointing to the pile of withered grass on the ground whose original appearance could not be seen clearly, "Grandpa, do you think these are not old grass?"

The old grass, also called Cistanche cistanche, has the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life, especially it is the only herbal plant that can repair weak genes and enhance resistance like Cordyceps. ", just to illustrate the preciousness of its pharmacology.

This kind of grass is not only precious, but also has an extremely harsh growth environment. It mostly parasitizes on the surface of the roots of Alder plants at an altitude of about 500 meters.

Cheng Jingchi grew up so big, and she had only heard of the name, but had never really seen the real thing, so when Grandpa Cheng said that there was not old grass in the pile of dry weeds on the ground, she was really surprised, and then ecstatic.

If there are really old grass in this pile, as Grandpa Cheng said, then it will be a real profit.

Grandpa Cheng, who was full of anger about his grandson just now, saw the pile of withered grass, and immediately left his grandson behind him, rushed over as if he had found a treasure, and squatted on the ground to study it. How could he tell from his swift movements that he was actually a man? Elderly people in their 70s.

"Slow down, grandpa, that pile of grass won't run away." Seeing this, Cheng Jingchi hurriedly moved a pony from the living room and stuffed it under the old man's buttocks, so as not to prevent his blood from being blocked for a long time, dizziness and leg cramps of.

Grandpa Cheng did not refuse his kindness. He sat on the pony and twirled a piece of dead grass with scaly leaves that looked like a dry sorghum tassel. He looked carefully at it, smelled it again, and finally broke it He tasted it a little bit, nodded and said, "That's right, it's not old grass. Look, the scales and leaves are dense, and the quality is quite good."

He handed the withered grass to Qiao Baishu, but Qiao Baishu didn't taste it, but after careful identification for a while, he said, "It is indeed a good-looking young grass."

When Qiao Baishu was speaking, Grandpa Cheng picked out dozens of branches of young grasses of different sizes from the ground. Each branch had very thick stems, very dense scales and leaves, and the texture was particularly soft. Its appearance was not artificially cultivated at all. Those not old grass can be compared.

And these pure wild young grasses, which are rare in the market, were randomly thrown on the floor by Cheng Jingchi like rubbish. Grandpa Cheng was heartbroken, as if someone had ruined his ten or eight medicines, and taught Cheng Jingchi a lesson. Said: "How did I teach you? How to deal with different herbs, how can you just throw them on the floor?"

Cheng Jingchi wondered why Grandpa didn't teach him how to recognize immature grass.

Grandpa Cheng's medical skills are excellent, but due to limited conditions, most of the medicinal materials in the pharmacy are common Tianqibaiqi and plantain, and rare herbs such as pure wild grass Cistanche ganoderma Rarely, it's normal for Cheng Jing not to know Immortal Grass for a long time.

Grandpa Cheng was sitting on the pony, and later he actually cleared nearly a hundred stalks of young grass from the weed pile, each of which was nearly half a meter long.

Grandpa Cheng didn't let go of the other withered grass either. After picking it up twice, he suddenly let out a "huh", and then picked out a fairly fresh one from the pile of hay that couldn't see its original appearance, and carefully identified it.

The grass looks like orchid grass, but the stem is hollow and square, and the flower on the top has already bloomed and failed, leaving only half a yellow flower withered petals.

Grandpa Cheng took the grass to identify it for a long time, his brows were almost frowned.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this grass?" Cheng Jingchi asked anxiously.

Grandpa Cheng shook his head: "It's okay, I just think it's a little strange, I should have admitted my mistake."

He has been practicing Chinese medicine all his life, and he has traveled to many places when he was young. He thinks that he doesn't know all the herbs, but he can recognize them all. The strange weed he picked out just now has never been seen before. The appearance is actually somewhat similar to the Xun Cao described in the "Shan Hai Jing".

Maybe he thought too much, Xuncao is not a beauty grass invented by people in the legend, how can there really be such a magical herb?

Cheng Jingchi's heart moved, and she picked out the grass specially, planning to put it away and plant it in the Qiankun Pearl tomorrow.

It must not be an ordinary herb that can make his grandfather care so much.

From the remaining withered grass, Grandpa Cheng picked out a few herbs that were rare but less effective, and the rest were useless weeds.

But just like this, Cheng Jingchi was very happy. Harvesting more than 100 pure wild elixir was enough to earn money, and it was hard to buy even if he had money.

These are all good things!

Cheng Jingchi only picked two plants of everlasting grass, waiting to be planted in the space later, and tied the others together with ropes and gave them to Grandpa Cheng, saying: "I keep two plants for some use, and you can take the rest, Grandpa."

Their family is old and disabled, Grandpa Cheng is old, and people who have come from that age have more or less suffered losses.Needless to say, Qiao Baishu suffered too much torture in the prison back then, and he still hasn't recovered from his injuries.

These old grasses, no matter whether grandpa uses them to make medicine or brew them into medicinal wine, it is really good to drink a little every day to keep healthy.

Grandpa Cheng was also very moved when he saw the pile of old grass, but the old man was very principled. If he had any good things, he could give them all to the juniors, but he didn't want to have the cheek to take Cheng Jingchi's things, so he just took them. Three trees, said to Cheng Jingchi: "These are pure wild elixir, and they are very good in appearance. They are not comparable to those artificially cultivated on the market. I will take some back and make a few pots of medicinal wine, and then I will give it to you and your mother." One person will get two altars, this one is good to drink, and you can keep the rest yourself."

Cheng Jingchi said indifferently: "Grandpa, these things are useless for me to hold, you should keep them, otherwise it would be a waste to keep them in my hands."

In their family, grandpa's medical skills are the best, and rare herbs like elixir are of course the most effective for grandpa.

Cheng's mother also persuaded: "Dad, you can take it, he doesn't know how to make medicine in a long time, he took it, and in the end he gave it to his friends."

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

He's not that prodigal, okay, he's obviously very thrifty, okay? I don't think he's even reluctant to throw out the trash now. He just picks and picks and picks and picks and picks until he can't find anything useful before throwing it away. .

"Yes, yes, of course our own family should use the good things behind closed doors." In order to persuade Grandpa Cheng to accept it, Cheng Jingchi had no choice but to admit the big hat that was put on her head as a prodigal son, nodded and said, "Grandpa, you Don't refuse, don't tell me you made something good with these grasses, won't you leave me a copy?"

I don't know if Cheng Jingchi was really prodigal and gave away these precious immortal grasses or abused them casually. In the end, Grandpa Cheng accepted those immortal grasses.

Although the expression on the old man's face was still very serious, he was still very happy in his heart.

His grandson has something good to think about him, which makes him more gratified than anything else. Of course, the fact that his grandson has little experience and mistakenly piled up the half-meter-high young grass in the house like a weed makes him firmer It is the determination to teach Cheng Jingchi Chinese medicine well.

Just thinking that if he hadn't come here today because of Cheng Bozhou's incident, Cheng Jingchi might throw away these cherished cistanche cistanche as weeds the next day, which he has money but no place to buy, and I feel very heartbroken.

This is his Qiao Yan's grandson, his own grandson, how can he be like others, with no common sense of Chinese medicine?

"From tomorrow onwards, come back to study medicine with me during your rotation," said Grandpa Cheng.

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

Ok!

There is another big problem. He received a letter of dismissal from his unit today, and he will not have to go to work from next month.

Thinking of her grandpa's anger that almost toppled the roof when he entered the door, Cheng Jingchi cleverly concealed the matter for the time being.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Jingchi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, very simply.

Only then did Grandpa Qiao snort in satisfaction, and said: "I told you to study medicine with me back then, but you insisted on not listening, and now there are a bunch of treasures at home that you don't know."

"Grandpa, there are still some things piled up in my room. You have better eyesight than I do. If you have time tomorrow, help me palm my eyes." Seeing that Grandpa Qiao's face improved, Cheng Jingchi hurriedly said while the iron was hot.

Since the grass that fell casually was not old grass, Cheng Jingchi felt that the things that fell with the old grass should not be ordinary things.

He guessed that the connection of the vortex portal this time should be similar to the world of the Quaternary period in the geological age of the development of the earth. At that time, the biological world had evolved to a modern look, and humans appeared, but the influence of human activities was far less than it is now. With such a large size, many creatures that are now extinct due to human activities may be everywhere in that era.

Such as big horned deer, such as saber-toothed tiger.

Since there can be immortal grass in this pile of weeds, I don't know what kind of treasures there will be in the rotten wood and those strange things that cannot be identified by him in another room.

It's a pity that his knowledge is shallow, even if some precious and rare things are put in front of his eyes, he probably won't recognize them, and not old grass is a good proof.

Now that there is such a well-informed old man here, of course Cheng Jingchi will "make the best use of everything". The old man was a high-achieving student back then. The current situation is not what it is now.

"What else is there? I'll go and see with you where I put it." Grandpa Cheng was indeed a little tired at first, but he was an elderly person, and his body was somewhat overwhelmed by the car ride for a long time, but all the exhaustion was gone. After seeing the more than 100 plants of excellent-looking young grasses, they were all swept away.

As soon as Cheng Jingchi heard that there were still good things here, she couldn't wait to help her grandson check it out, but she couldn't let him use pearls as fish eyes anymore.

Cheng Jingchi opened the door, and the first thing she saw was a huge horned horn that she had never seen before.

If Grandpa Cheng was surprised enough to see the old grass before, then the horns of this big horned deer completely shocked Grandpa Cheng speechless.

Grandpa Qiao, who came back to his senses, had the first reaction to look at Cheng Jingchi very seriously with an expression of "Leniency for confession and strictness for resistance": "Chichi, tell grandpa honestly, you are not robbing someone?" The National Museum?"

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

Cheng Jingchi was a little dumbfounded. He was just an ordinary citizen, working in a small dilapidated post office and waiting to die. He even lost his job. How could he have the ability to rob the National Museum?

"Grandpa, I promise that I haven't done anything illegal. I was taught by you since childhood. If you don't believe me, don't you believe in your own charm?" Cheng Jingchi said flatteringly.

Grandpa Qiao snorted, of course he believes that his grandson is not the kind of bold person, but the things in this room are really suspicious, not to mention anything else, just the huge bunk is nearly [-]/[-] Antlers in a room are absolutely abnormal.

The old man is not an ordinary barefoot doctor. He was a talented student of Kyoto University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Such a big antler, can't it be the horn of a big-horned deer? But didn't it become extinct as early as 7000 years ago?" If the more than 100 branches of old grass in the master bedroom before can be said to be lucky, they were found in the wild. , but what is going on with this piece of antler that is obviously a big horned deer?

Cheng Jingchi smiled and said: "Hey, grandpa, you are also scared. This is fake. There is a new colleague in our unit last year. Her sister works in a TV station. There are friends who make movies. The props made by the crew, she I thought it was fun, moved home after filming, and lent me to play for a few days.”

After hearing this, Grandpa Qiao squatted down and touched the huge board horn. The old man showed a look of surprise on his face: "This horn is very real, it looks like the real thing, the dried blood and cartilage tissue on the fracture They are all very realistic, if you hadn’t told me it was fake, I would have thought you had brought back the horns of a big-horned deer from nowhere.”

Cheng Jingchi laughed: "The big-horned deer have been extinct for more than 7000 years, how could it be true?"

Standing aside, Li Zhan glanced at Cheng Jingchi with a delicate expression.

Hearing that the antlers were fake, Grandpa Qiao quickly lost interest and started observing the messy pile of wood in the corner.

Only then did Cheng Jingchi heave a sigh of relief, thinking that next time he would have to hide the antlers, since he fooled him today, next time he would not be so lucky.

However, Cheng Jingchi's luck seemed to have really run out, and this pile of wood was just ordinary birch and pine, nothing special.

"The wood is pretty good, but they are all very common species." Grandpa Qiao said.

"Oh." Cheng Jingchi wasn't too disappointed. Anyway, he still made money by picking up more than 100 plants of elixir. He was not greedy, so he was easily satisfied.

"I told you earlier to let you study medicine with me, but if you don't listen, now you don't know anything and don't know anything—"

"Dad, it's getting late. Let's go to bed earlier. We have to go to work tomorrow." Seeing Grandpa Qiao start repeating the same old tune again, Qiao Baishu quickly changed the subject, "He's quite far away from where he works. , I have to get up early tomorrow, and I can’t get up in the morning after going to bed late.”

Only then did Grandpa Qiao stop talking.

After all, he was an elderly person. He was in a good mood just now, but now that he was overwhelmed and sleepy, Grandpa Qiao couldn't hold it anymore.

"I'm going to sleep, you should go to bed earlier, we'll talk about tomorrow if you have anything to do." Grandpa Qiao yawned and said.

After Grandpa Qiao and the others settled down, Cheng Jingchi went to the bathroom to take a shower, and went to bed with Li Zhan in the small room.

Today, because he successfully double-cultivated once with Li Zhan, he finally realized the magic and mystery of cultivation, and he was very excited. In addition, he just now knew that the pile of weeds that he had always thought was useless was extremely precious and rare. The old grass is full of excitement, and there is no sleepiness at all.

The small room only has a small bed of 1.2 meters. It was originally used as a study room. It is just right for one person, but it is obviously a bit crowded for two big men.

"How about I go to sleep on the sofa?" Cheng Jingchi, wearing pajamas, hugged the pillow and said fiercely.

"No need." Li Zhan glanced at him, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate again.

Cheng Jingchi: "..."

When Li Zhan first came here, except for eating and going to the bathroom, he meditated almost every day. Later, he gradually abandoned this way of rest and changed to sleep. Now he suddenly started to meditate again. Could it be to make the bed for him to sleep in?

Cheng Jingchi thought about it, spread the pillows, climbed onto the bed and said to Li Zhan, "Then I'll turn off the light."

Li Zhan gave a "hmm" as an answer.

With a "snap", the lights went out and darkness fell.

Cheng Jingchi groped and lay down on the inner side of the bed. Because she was afraid of being crowded, she moved in, and didn't stop until her entire back was against the wall.

In the past few days, the temperature has dropped sharply. In addition, Mother Cheng and Grandpa Qiao are living here again today. Because they are afraid that they will be frozen, the thick quilts at home have been distributed to Grandpa Qiao and Mother Cheng. He and Li Zhan slept together. There was only a thin bed of cotton wool on his little bed, which was issued by the dormitory when he was in college. It was originally used as a warming quilt, but now it was temporarily pulled out for emergency use.

The quilt was a little thin, and the cold air from the wall still passed through the quilt. Cheng Jingchi shrank under the quilt, feeling that her hands and feet were extremely cold.

Cheng Jingchi's emotions were extremely high, she hadn't calmed down yet, she couldn't sleep at all, and the weather was so cold that she didn't want to disturb Li Zhan by moving around, so she could only hide her head under the quilt without moving, looking at Li Zhan beside the bed. war.

Li Zhan was wearing a thin cotton pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the outside of the end of the bed, his back was straight, and his front figure in the dark looked particularly firm and persistent.

Cheng Jingchi thought, wondering what kind of person Li Zhan is in the world he lives in. Does he have a family?Married?He went through the vortex portal to the earth, will his family and friends be worried?Would he want to go back?Will he miss his friends and family?

Li Zhan said that he had been poisoned, and he would be able to force out the poison when he recovered. What kind of poison could make him like this?Who poisoned him?Does it hurt?But usually looking at Li Zhan as if nothing happened, it shouldn't be very painful, of course it may be very painful, but Li Zhan endured it and didn't tell him.

I don't know what his face will look like if he is detoxified and his face returns to normal, he will definitely be very handsome!

Cheng Jingchi thought a lot in a mess, everything was related to Li Zhan, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Li Zhan——"

Li Zhan quickly looked back at him: "Can't sleep?"

"Well, I'm so excited." Cheng Jingchi blinked and asked, "Is your poison better?"

Today, Li Zhan sacrificed his cultivation to double cultivate with him, and I don't know if it will affect his poison.

"It's much better." Li Zhan smiled and said, "It won't be long before it can be completely suppressed."

"Oh." Cheng Jingchi didn't ask how long this is, and asked again, "How old are you this year?"

"28." Li Zhan replied.

"Oh." Cheng Jingchi thought, she's still very young, and she doesn't look like she's only three years older than him.

Seeing Li Zhan's stable and powerful appearance, he thought Li Zhan was at least a few hundred years old old monster!

"I'm 25 this year." Cheng Jingchi said.

"Ah."

Cheng Jingchi couldn't sleep, and couldn't bear the atmosphere, so she had nothing to say, and then asked, "Where's your family? Are they worried that you're missing?"

Li Zhan was silent for a while, and said, "I have no family."

"I'm sorry." Cheng Jingchi hurriedly apologized, her tone a little frustrated.

"It's okay." Li Zhan said indifferently, "We don't value kinship as much as you do over there. The cultivation base is different, and the lifespan is too different. Sometimes you close a gate or enter a secret realm, and you may die early when you come out again. Right and wrong, the relationship between the opposite teacher or colleague is the closest."

That is the solid backing for them to get along day and night and support each other.

"I know." Cheng Jingchi nodded understandingly. It is still useful to make up for so many fantasy novels in the early years. He asked again, "Are you married? Are you practitioners also married?"

"No, the road to cultivation is long, and many people will find a like-minded partner to double cultivate together, so there are also many warriors who get married." Li Zhan asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Cheng Jingchi was overjoyed, thinking that it's better not to be married, would you like to have a relationship with me?Although people from different worlds can actually fall in love... right?

After all, no one knows when the vortex portal will be able to send Li Zhan back. What if Li Zhan can never go back?

Cheng Jingchi tossed and turned in thought, unable to fall asleep even more.

"Go to sleep." Li Zhan estimated that today was already past the usual time for Cheng Jingchi to go to bed.

Cheng Jingchi still had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but what Li Zhan said meant that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he had no choice but to shut up, close his eyes and try to sleep, but it was too cold, after a while Finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "Li Zhan, you should sleep too, I'm so cold by myself."

After he finished speaking, he felt that these words sounded weird, but before he could say anything else, he smiled sharply in the dark and said, "Okay."

Sure enough, Li Zhan stopped meditating, stood up from the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Suddenly, Cheng Jingchi only felt a warm heat coming from Li Zhan's body. He let out a comfortable breath, and wanted to get closer to Li Zhan, but he was afraid that Li Zhan would be disgusted, so he still pressed against the wall, waiting with difficulty to fall asleep. advent.

The next second, Li Zhan stretched out his arms, hugged him and pulled him into his arms: "Sorry, I forgot that you are too weak and afraid of the cold."

Cheng Jingchi: "?!!"

"Go to sleep." Li Zhan's voice sounded above his head, and Cheng Jingchi froze as if struck by lightning.

This, this, this... what kind of situation is this!