Zhao Wei and his companions arrived quickly. When they saw Lin Qinghe slumped on the ground, they rushed over in two steps.
"Master, what's wrong? Where are you hurt?"
His fingertips touched the scratches on Lin Qinghe's arm, and his brows instantly twisted into knots.
"Why is the injury so serious?"
The skin on his hands was severely abraded and blood-red liquid was oozing out.
After Lin Qinghe stood up, he found that he couldn't walk because of the fall. This time he suffered a great punishment, and Zhao Wei felt so distressed seeing it.
"Who dug this pit? I'll find out who it was later. I'll make him pay for it!"
After venting his anger, he said to Huangmao and Erxiao, "Please take the trouble to fill this pit, so that no one will be harmed in the future."
The apprentices did not hesitate and rolled up their sleeves to get to work.
The dust in the mountain suddenly rose up, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.
Zhao Wei quickly transferred Lin Qinghe to another place and let him rest for a while.
Lin Qinghe waved his hands and was helped by Zhao Wei to stand up. "It's nothing serious. I just fell on my butt. My skin is thick. It will be fine in two days."
"By the way, dig out the ginseng seedlings there for me. I don't know how old they are, so we can't let them go."
"What ginseng seedlings? Life is more important!" Zhao Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'll ask Huangmao to dig them later, okay?"
Lin Qinghe kept muttering: "The seedlings look good, let's dig them up now, go..."
"Okay, okay, I'll go dig it, don't get excited!"
Zhao Wei would not let Lin Qinghe down. Not to mention digging ginseng seedlings, if Lin Qinghe wanted the stars in the sky, he would help him do it even if it meant risking his life.
But I didn't expect that the gap was so narrow that people could not squeeze in at all, and they couldn't even touch the ginseng seedlings, let alone dig them up.
"Tsk tsk... Ginseng can grow in such a corner. I can only say that the Creator is amazing."
Zhao Wei was unwilling to give up, so he picked up Lin Qinghe's small medicine hoe and tried from all angles, but all failed.
In the end, he could only lift the axe.
This thing was originally used to chop wood, but now he uses it to hit stones.
He worked for a long time until Huangmao and the others filled the pit. Then he widened the gap and continued to work with a small medicine hoe.
Lin Qinghe didn't know whether Zhao Wei had picked old mountain ginseng before, so he could only nag about some precautions, hoping that Zhao Wei would not ruin this ginseng.
The wait lasted for two full hours. When Lin Qinghe was almost dying of thirst, Zhao Wei quickly handed over his skin bag.
Lin Qinghe gulped down a few big gulps, and then Hong Wen's body finally felt a little better.
But it's still not good, there are some signs of heat stroke.
But he didn't tell anyone and just gave himself a few injections silently.
Finally, when Zhao Wei took out the complete old ginseng and placed it in front of Lin Qinghe, he discovered that this master was a little different.
He was not feeling well, and his body was terribly hot.
How could he care about the old mountain ginseng now? Nothing was more important than his master.
He quickly picked the person up and ran down the mountain.
Walking all the way back to the village, the setting sun was dyeing half the sky red.
Hong Gu was looking out at the entrance of the village. Seeing them coming back, she hurried over to greet them: "You're finally back! I've been stewing chicken soup all afternoon, waiting for you."
Seeing Lin Qinghe covered in black ash, he exclaimed, "Oh my God, is this in a pile of coal?"
"I fell into the trap of the Mouse Village." Huang Mao rushed to say, "I also had a fight with the eagle and the mouse. It was really thrilling!"
Hong Gu patted her chest when she heard this: "Come in and wash up quickly. I'll find you some clean clothes of Zhao Wei's and heat up the chicken soup."
Lin Qinghe was pushed into the bathroom, and cold water poured over his body. Black ash flowed down with the water and formed small puddles on the ground.
He rubbed the scrapes on his arms. Although it hurt, he felt at ease. Just now at the bottom of the pit, he was really afraid that he would be dried out by the sun.
When I changed into clean clothes, the chicken soup had already been served on the table, with golden oil floating on it and two poached eggs on it.
Zhao Wei and Huangmao were sitting nearby peeling sweet potatoes. When they saw him come out, they both smiled.
"Master, drink it quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Zhao Wei handed over the spoon.
Lin Qinghe took the bowl and took a big sip. The warmth flowed down his throat into his stomach, and most of the fatigue in his body was gone. He smacked his lips and said, "It's still better to be at home. There's hot soup to drink, and I don't have to compete with the eagle and the mouse."
"That's right." Huangmao chewed on a sweet potato, "Next time you go to pick herbs, tell us so that we can take care of you. Don't go into the mountains alone again."
Lin Qinghe nodded, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and suddenly smiled: "Tomorrow I will go to the herb garden to turn the soil. Some of the herbs I picked this time should be able to survive..."
Zhao Wei knew his temper, so he didn't try to persuade him. He just said, "It's too late. If there is no moisturizing measure after the seeds are taken out of the soil, none of them will survive."
He took out the medicine bag and poured out the herbs inside.
None of them still looked as fresh as when they were dug up; all were left to wither by the sun.
Lin Qinghe looked at the herbs spread on the ground. The leaves were curled up like dead grass and the roots were dry. He sighed with heartache: "What a pity for this Viola yedoensis. It has just bloomed and the medicinal effect is at its best..."
He reached out and touched it, but the leaves were no longer alive and even a god could not revive them.
Zhao Wei squatted down and picked up a relatively intact wormwood: "Master, these can also be used after being dried. Wormwood burned into ash can stop bleeding, and dandelion roots dried and brewed into tea are very effective in reducing internal heat."
Huangmao also nodded: "That's right, it's better than throwing it away. I'll find a dustpan, pick out the ones that can be kept, and spread them out under the eaves to dry in the shade. Maybe they can last longer than fresh ones."
Lin Qinghe finally came to his senses and touched his chin: "You are right, I was being too stubborn. Herbs have their uses when alive and when dried, just like people, they need to be able to bend and stretch."
Hong Gu came in with a basin of warm water. Seeing them worrying about a pile of hay, she smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. There should be a lot of herbs in this mountain. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
She placed the basin in front of Lin Qinghe and said, "Wipe your face quickly. Your forehead is so hot. I'm afraid you haven't recovered from the heat stroke yet."
Lin Qinghe then remembered that he had secretly given the acupuncture treatment, and his eyes were a little evasive: "It's a small problem, it won't cause any trouble."
"What's wrong?" Zhao Wei pressed his wrist and felt his pulse with his fingertips. It was beating fast and weakly. "Your pulse is all messed up due to the fever, yet you're still holding on!"
He turned to Aunt Hong and said, "Aunt Hong, do you have any patchouli? Make a cup of patchouli tea for Master."
"Yes, I brought quite a few."
Hong Gu responded and went to the kitchen, "Add some green beans, it's the best way to relieve the heat."
She is like a treasure box. She can produce whatever the family wants. It is really amazing.
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