Elixir Supplier - Water of Spring, Nature Is an Advantage

3″I am better. My granddaughter is so good that you won’t be mad me.” The old man smiled, and his eyes became soft. He became a kind elderly man, which was different from before.     

“I’ll feed you some chicken soup.” Guo Sirou fed the old man a bowl of soup.     

“Grandpa, Uncle He will bring you the second herbal medicine soon. Then, you will get better and better,” Guo Sirou smiled and said.     

“Ah, I should thank Sirou so much!” The old man touched her hair in endearment.     

“It is okay when grandpa is in good health,” Guo Sirou said. “We should also thank the pharmacist.”     

“Pharmacist? You mean the young man that you mentioned?” the old man asked.     

“Yeah, Uncle He said that he is very powerful. He can plant many herbs and also knows the five-line method!”     

“Ah, the five-line method—I have not seen for so long. I want to meet this powerful young man!” In fact, the old man had thought of something when his granddaughter mentioned that the medicine was made by that young man. He always said that he would be dead soon, but he did want to live longer. People were more afraid of death when they got older and he was worried about his children, even though he often scolded them.     

“I also want to bring him to cure you, but I promised that we wouldn’t destroy his peaceful life when I begged him to save Zhenghe. Besides, he may not come to cure you if he is forced to come here,” Guo Sirou said.     

“Yes. You are right. You should keep your word!”     

…     

In the cottage on Nanshan hill.     

There was a fire with a pot boiling with the fragrance of herbal medicine. Wang Yao was focused on decocting the herbal medicine. He bought the shanjing and guiyuan from the system and he started to decoct Regather soup when he had all the ingredients. It was not that hard to make, it strewed with just a little fire.     

In fact, the process of decocting was particularly enjoyable—it was fulfilling. Different kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs could be combined to create a soup that could cure the patient.     

There were no accidents this time; Wang Yao decocted the Regather soup smoothly.     

He planted some more licorice roots besides decocting the medicine.     

“Hanshuang: It only grows in the winter and it can remove or reduce heat-related symptoms. It can also diminish inflammation.”     

The second part of the mission, Herb Garden, was that he should plant three kinds of licorice roots. The ziyu and wuteng could be included, which delighted him so much. He could only plant one other kind of licorice root besides those two. He chose hanshuang since it was winter, and so it was suitable for the licorice root to grow.     

Two days later, he received a notification from the system.     

Mission (Herb Garden Part Two): Within ten days, 30 kinds of herbs should be planted without any repeats, including three kinds of licorice roots.     

Complete. You are awarded one pack of herb seeds.     

Mission (Herb Garden Part Three): Within 30 days, 100 kinds of herbs should be planted successfully. The number of licorice roots should not be less than 7 (including the herbs planted in part one and two of the mission).     

You will be awarded with the Catalogue of Magic Herbs II, one formula, one pack of herb seeds and one skill point.     

The awards of the mission were so abundant.     

“Luckily, I have prepared something.”     

Wang Yao had purchased enough seeds of common herbs, but the licorice roots could not be purchased. Hence, he had to buy them from the medicine shop.     

When the herbs were planted, the herbal field that he just reclaimed was not that empty anymore. Wang Yao did not plant many different types of seeds, he only planted many different kinds of strains. These herbs would not be sold, but rather be used for his formula. He spent three days in planting the seeds of common medicinal herbs. There were only the licorice roots, but he did not rush to plant them since he wanted to choose the targeted licorice roots.     

It became colder as it was almost the end of December. He Qisheng went to the Nanshan hill; he came with some presents. He brought two bottles of Kweichow Moutai wine and two packs of Huanghelou cigarettes.     

He did not buy them for Wang Yao since he inferred that the young man did not drink or smoke from their previous encounter. However, he inquired about his family. His father preferred to drink some wine and smoke, so he bought them for Wang Yao’s father.     

“I cannot take these,” Wang Yao said.     

“I already brought them here—they would be so heavy if I took them back down. You can give them to others if you don’t want it,” He Qisheng said with a smile.     

“Okay, just this once!” Wang Yao did not care about it after that.     

“Is the herbal medicine done?” He Qisheng asked.     

“Yes.” Wang Yao waved his hand and a white porcelain vase appeared; it was warm.     

“I’ll transfer the money to you.” He Qisheng took the medicine carefully.     

He was very clear about what happened in Jing City. One dose of medicine could help the old senior officer who had been really ill and on the verge of death. The officer recovered, so the medicine was truly worthy!     

Wang Yao heard his cellphone ring in the pocket and he knew that the money had been transferred to his account. He did not look at it.     

“Miss Guo’s grandfather is better, right?”     

“Yes, he is. Thank you so much,” He Qisheng said sincerely. He did have care for the old senior officer and he also clearly knew the significance of the old senior officer’s recovery. The tree of the family would be safe for a while and the tense period was almost over.     

“That’s great,” Wang Yao said. “Come in the cottage and have a tea.”     

“Okay, thank you!” He Qisheng said politely.     

The cottage was very tidy and there was a common white porcelain teapot and several white porcelain teacups on the table. They were clean, and they sat on a common folding stool.     

Wang Yao made the tea with the Qimen black tea leaves given to him by Tian Yuantu and the ancient spring water.     

“Qimen black tea?” Looking at the tea bucket, He Qisheng knew that it must be expensive.     

Qimen black tea was the best black tea.     

“Yes. One of my friends gave it to me,” Wang Yao said with a smile.     

“Your life is so great—a hermit on a remote hill. I envy you,” He Qisheng sighed.     

“You flatter me, have some tea.”     

“Thanks.” He Qisheng took the teacup and drank it.     

The fragrance was so strong, and it tasted mellow. The taste could be savored for a long time.     

“Such good tea!” He could not help but exclaim. He had drunk Qimen black tea before, but this was his first time feeling such a way.     

Good tea and wine had their own features. Some people deemed wine as their life while some people would rather drink tea.     

Wang Yao was silent; he just smiled.     

“Both the tea and the water are good!” He Qisheng said. The Qimen black tea could only be so good—this flavor must be owed to the water used to make it.     

“Water of spring, nature is the advantage.”