Chapter 202 Seven People's Medicinal Materials Association
Jingshu initially thought it was an old acquaintance. After all, the person greeted her so enthusiastically, so she answered subconsciously. But after she finished speaking, she realized that she didn't know this person.
Zhou Paopi welcomed Jingshu warmly. Old Juhua's face was full of wrinkles from smiling. He looked at Jingshu carefully, as if he was digging for treasure.
If Su Mali hadn't been there, Jingshu would have punched her.
"Oh, you see, I forgot to introduce myself. My last name is Zhou, you can just call me Pharmacist Zhou..."
Su Mali laughed out loud: "What pharmacist? He's the same Zhou Paopi who didn't believe you could grow astragalus in a pot and said he'd eat shit live on TV if you could."
"Nonsense, my name is Zhou Baqi, Zhou Baqi! Don't call me Zhou Baopi anymore." Zhou Baopi felt that he had to give this girl a good impression when they met for the first time. This Su Mali, he kept talking about things that were not related to the topic!
Jingshu then understood. It was him. She had just said that she hadn't seen him at the party today. Zhou Baqi? Zhou Baopi?
Zhou Paopi felt that he couldn't lose face, so he solemnly introduced: "Girl, your astragalus is well-grown. I am Zhou Baqi, the vice president of the Huaxia Medicinal Materials Association and the Wucheng Medicinal Materials Association."
Zhou Paopi felt that this title should be able to scare Jingshu. After all, associations like these are very powerful.
Su Mali laughed so hard that she couldn't even straighten her back. "If an association with only seven members and three vice presidents is still called an association, then I have nothing to say."
Su Mali suddenly turned into the little prince of trouble.
Jing Shu: “???” Why do I feel like I’ve been screwed? The Medicinal Materials Association in my previous life seemed so impressive, so how come there are only seven people? There are actually quite a lot of famous medicinal herbs in Wucheng.
Could it be the legendary that gathering seven people can summon the Dragon Ball?
Seeing Jingshu's suspicious look, Zhou Paopi coughed and said, "Ahem, Su Mali said there are only seven official members. There are many others who want to get in but can't. Jingshu, I came here to ask, did you really plant these astragalus and honeysuckle after the apocalypse?"
Jingshu nodded: "Yes."
Zhou Paopi's hands were shaking with excitement. He rubbed them together and said, "Oh, that's great. Jingshu, are you interested in joining our Herbal Medicine Association?"
Jingshu originally wanted to join the Medicinal Materials Association. Since she knew nothing about Chinese medicine, she only knew how to farm. However, Su Mali's words made her feel that this Medicinal Materials Association seemed a bit weak.
Seeing Jingshu hesitate, Zhou Paopi became anxious. "Don't worry. You'll be a regular employee the moment you join us. We still have hundreds of informal staff working for us. The country is going to unify all regional medicinal materials soon, so we'll expand the team in the future and bring in those from other cities."
"How do you usually go to work? Are there any strict rules?" Jingshu was also a miserable child. She had not even attended a formal class in her life when the end of the world came.
"Freedom, we have a lot of freedom here. As long as we can ensure that some medicinal herbs don't die every month, it's fine. You can even grow them at home. As for the welfare benefits, they are definitely much better than other official civil servants.
People at our level as president will provide technical issues, that is, when some medicinal herbs encounter pests or other problems, they need to be solved. People at your level just need to ensure that they don't die. Now that the country is saying it's the end of the world, the cultivation of medicinal herbs is even more difficult.
The previous planting model has been completely changed, and has been replaced with an extremely inefficient individual model. However, there is no other way. The conditions of the end of the world are really complicated by many other factors. "
Zhou Paopi couldn't help sighing, "Fortunately, we still have some medicinal herbs in reserve in Wucheng, but they are only for saving lives. If they are really cut off, the survival rate in the future will be even lower than in ancient times."
Yes, colds and fevers are all something you have to endure. If you can get through it, you will live, but if you can't, you will die. Not to mention the elderly diseases that require long-term medication, such as heart disease and high blood pressure. If you don't take medicine for a long time, you can only rely on fate.
Zhou Paopi's wrinkled face cracked into a smile. "How about this? I'll take you to our Herbal Medicine Association tomorrow to have a look. You can decide after you've had a look."
Jingshu came out of her emotion and nodded, "Okay."
If there's nothing special about it, joining the Chinese Medicine Association is actually quite good. At least Jing's mother, who cares about her reputation, can say to others, "My daughter is an official member of the Chinese Medicine Association."
"Okay, it's settled then. I'll stay at Mary's house tonight."
Despite Su Mali's repeated attempts to persuade her to stay for dinner, Jingshu still left with only the potted plants and went home.
Zhou Paopi said that he would sleep with these two pots of herbs tonight and take them to the Medicinal Materials Association for further study tomorrow morning.
Jingshu was not afraid at all about Lingquan being exposed, because Qian Duoduo had tested the ice cream for so long for his stupid son and didn't find anything, so he was even less afraid of what Zhou Paopi could find out.
It turns out that when the spiritual spring acts on these organisms, it only increases some active molecules and functionality, so she is not afraid as long as the spiritual spring is not directly tested.
Jingshu returned to the villa just in time for dinner. While wolfing down her dinner, she looked at Jingnai and asked her about what happened in the afternoon. Wu Youai was holding the returned phone and reading comics while perfunctorily answering Jingnai.
Fortunately, my family members don’t watch Douying and don’t know about the battle that happened there.
"Okay, Mom, it's all over. You see, nothing happened to them. A reporter came to interview me this afternoon." Jing's father couldn't help but persuade her. He was the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Jing, and he sounded like a pretty good person.
"Look at the news! Africa is flooded! So many people died!"
Everyone's attention shifted over there.
"It's so tragic. The terrain in Africa is so high that the savannah will be submerged! Tsk tsk, so pitiful. Those people didn't even have time to get out of the underground cave." Jing's mother said with reluctance.
"Last year, during the extremely high temperatures, people dug caves more than ten meters underground to live in comfortably. Hainan, China, was originally going to follow suit, but our Chinese leaders forced us to relocate. Our country is indeed foresighted," said Jing's father.
"How many people will die? What a sin." Grandpa Jing sighed.
The water that submerged the island country was caused by the direct rise in sea level. Except for Mount Fuji, the rest were submerged. The water was so high that people could not be seen at all, and the entire city was submerged.
The remaining dozen or so islands were submerged and completely disappeared from the map.
China's Taiwan Island is located at a high altitude and half of the island was flooded. Although there were casualties, they were not serious.
None of these can compare to Africa. Because of the high terrain, Africa was not completely flooded, but was flooded, and many people were drowned to death.
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