Just then, the sound of a car engine roared outside Chu Xiao's farm.
Chu Xiao hurriedly urged Mu Zhicheng, "Stop eating, the convoy is here, hurry up and check the goods."
Mu Zhicheng shook his head helplessly.
"Alas, some people are born in Rome, while others are born to be beasts of burden."
Chu Xiao couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha, people have joys and sorrows, and cattle and horses add color to life. Stop talking nonsense, I've transferred ten million to you. Who can earn ten million for a day's work?"
"How much, how many?"
"What? Ten million isn't enough?"
"Holy crap! Put aside your manners and enjoy this life of luxury! I'll go check the goods for you right now, you just wait!"
Watching his cheerful figure disappear into the distance, Chu Xiao shook his head helplessly.
Money makes the world go round, that saying is really true!
The herbs were unloaded in no time.
Chu Xiao instructed Mu Zhicheng to keep watch at the door while he used his mind to teleport all the medicinal herbs over.
Qin Yue Zhao didn't wait long before she saw various medicinal herbs falling from the treasure basin.
Astragalus, Angelica sinensis, Coptis chinensis, Paeonia lactiflora, donkey-hide gelatin, deer antler, Cordyceps sinensis, snow lotus from Tian Shan...
Xu Qingsheng rushed forward in disbelief, picked up a box of ginseng from the mountain of medicinal herbs, his voice trembling:
"My God, is this ginseng? Each one is over a thousand years old, and each one is of such high quality that it could be offered as tribute to the royal family!"
"And this Tian Shan snow lotus, did the gods send you a whole bag of it all at once?"
"You know, the Tian Shan snow lotus is worth a fortune and requires countless manpower and resources. The gods are being far too generous!"
"And then there's deer antler, bird's nest, cordyceps—each one a top-grade medicine, coveted by physicians..."
There were even some medicinal herbs whose names he couldn't recall.
Seeing how excited he was, Zheng Hu grinned and said:
"What's so special about traditional Chinese medicine? The most amazing thing is the water in that glass bottle. You inject it into the body with a needle as thin as a hair, and the disease will be cured."
"Huh? There are such amazing things?"
"Of course! The gods say it's called a vaccine. I'll take you to see it when the medicine is delivered later. There are still quite a few in the military camp."
Xu Qingsheng was so excited he was almost incoherent: "Thank you, General Zheng!"
The two chatted as the medicinal herbs in the treasure bowl were all gone.
Looking at the medicinal herbs scattered on the ground, Qin Yue Zhao said to Zheng Hu, "General Zheng, these medicinal herbs need to be protected from mold and moisture. Have Dr. Zhang arrange for a few apprentices to come to the palace to be responsible for drying and distributing the herbs."
"These medicines are not only for use in military camps, but also for refugees, so each time medicines are taken, a record must be kept."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Hu immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute and ran downstairs.
After he left, Qin Yue Zhao picked up the battery and said to Xu Qing Sheng, "Young Master Xu, I'm going out of the city to survey the terrain. Would you like to come along?"
“Go! I have studied mountain shapes and terrain since I was a child, and perhaps I can help Your Highness.”
Qin Yue Zhao nodded.
The two rode their horses toward the city gate.
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After Chu Xiao finished delivering the medicinal herbs, he first found Uncle Chen at the village entrance, handed him the farm key, and asked him to help open the gate for the convoy before heading to the daily necessities manufacturing plant with Mu Zhicheng.
No sooner had I gotten off the bus than I received a call from the owner of the rice shop.
Seeing that Chu Xiao always needed large quantities of rice and flour, he took the initiative to help promote his brother's shop.
"Mr. Chu, were you satisfied with the rice I sent you last time? I still have quite a few connections here."
Chu Xiao knew that the rice shop owner was a shrewd person.
"What kind of connections do you have? Tell me about them."
The rice shop owner's voice suddenly became more energetic.
“I have a brother who sells horse feed. Winter is coming, and the wheat, sugar beets, barley, and bean sprouts in the north can all be harvested. They are all new varieties that have not been sprayed with pesticides. You are the first person I think of.”
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