Master Yang from the pharmaceutical factory told the story: it was one of his friends who led a Hong Kong businessman to come to him.

Ginseng is not used by the Hong Kong commercial person, and he is also entrusted by others.

It is said that it is an old man on the other side of the treasure island. He is in his eighties and is suffering from a terminal illness. He wants to go back to his hometown to take a look.

Finally, an old Chinese doctor prescribed a prescription, saying that it would last for three years, but the main medicine here is Laoshan ginseng, which has been used for the past few years.

Liu Qingshan also had no way to judge the authenticity of this matter, but based on the current folk customs, the possibility of reality is greater.

As for how to decide, he still has to obey his master's words.

Grandpa mutely gestured a few times, and Liu Qingshan said to Master Yang: "I am the master and I will use it for the best use."

To use everything for everything, this is the simplest concept of the mute grandfather. In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low in various herbs. As long as you can use everything for everything, it will be worth it.

Is this agreed?

Master Yang was also happy: "Don't worry, the price is not a problem. The starting price is 100,000 yuan, and every ten years that will increase the price by 20,000 yuan."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "It's not a matter of money. My master asked, can you see the prescription?"

This is the power of the mute grandfather. When you look at the combination of the prescription, you will naturally know whether the other person’s words are true or false.

If it is not true, then he will definitely not be willing to dig out an old ginseng plant, after all, dig one less.

But Master Yang misunderstood and thought that the mute grandfather wanted to secretly learn other people's prescriptions, so he couldn't help but look embarrassed: I can't make the decision on this matter, so I have to call to inquire.

This is quite difficult. There are several people who need to be transferred in the middle, and it will probably take two days to reply.

Liu Qingshan gave Gao Feng and Lu Xiaolong the construction of the pharmaceutical factory. He just went there occasionally to give some constructive suggestions.

If these people don’t experience it, they will never be independent.

The factory basically does not need to be renovated, but the original equipment for processing wild vegetables is transported to the Jiapigou wild vegetable factory opposite.

After making room, install and debug the newly shipped equipment. It is expected that it will take less than a month and it will not be finished.

The construction of several factories is in full swing, while Liu Qingshan follows the elderly in the village to plant trees every day.

If it is on a rest day, there will be a large group of children.

In fact, in Liu Qingshan's eyes, the significance of planting trees is even greater than that of those factories.

In my spare time, I would carry a small basket and lead the fourth and fifth brothers to dig some mother-in-law, Ding and Shepherd's Purple.

Now the plants and trees have just emerged, and other wild vegetables have not yet grown.

The little white ape also squatted on the ground, pulling a few leaves of mother-in-law Ding with her little claws and stuffing them into her mouth.

After chewing it for a few times, my face that was already thrusting became even more thrilling, and my mother-in-law was still quite bitter.

"Don't vomit, it's better to lose the fire." Liu Qingshan poked its little hair.

"Brother, tell stories and tell Journey to the West." The little old lady squatted on the ground and dug a mother-in-law with a knife while talking about her demands.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "The pursuit of the scriptures in the West has been completed."

"Brother, tell me something else." The little brother still pestered him.

Liu Qingshan thought about it and found that the only image of being on par with Sun Wukong seemed to be the only one who could be a gourd baby. It seemed that the cartoon was only started next year.

Anyway, I was free and I was fine, so I told the two little girls about seven melons on a vine.

When they got home after work, the two little guys were fascinated by it. They put down their chopsticks and pestered Liu Qingshan to tell the story of the gourd baby.

Even Xiaohuo held Liu Qingshan's calves and muttered vaguely: "Captain the baby, capture the baby."

Liu Qingshan touched his little head: You said it very well, aren’t all the gourd babies captured one by one?

There is no way, who told Liu Qingshan to spoil them? Let's continue.

The fourth brother also brought paper and crayons and asked the elder brother to draw the gourd baby while talking.

This seems to be a bit difficult, so how could Liu Qingshan draw? As a result, the gourd baby drawn was even worse than the little white ape.

The little brother-in-law looked at the paper for a long time:

"Brother, if this gourd kid hadn't had a gourd on her head, I would have thought she was a fairy."

Liu Qingshan was silent and tears were heard, and the sound of car horns sounded in his ears.

He jumped from the edge of the kang to the ground as if he had caught a life-saving straw: "I'll go out and take a look first."

The guest really came. As soon as Liu Qingshan and the others came out of the house, they saw a graceful figure rushing in from outside the gate, and opened their arms and rushed towards Liu Qingshan.

Wu Tong?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned. Why is this girl here? Do you think I'm hiding or not?

Before he could figure it out, Wu Tong hugged the little fourth in front of him in his arms, picked up the fifth one again, and shouted:

"Caifeng, Shanxing, do you want your sister?"

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes and then went up to the gate:

"Uncle Wu, Brother Wu, you are here; haha, Brother Baizi, you are back, and this is He, please welcome to visit us at Jiapigou."

Professor Wu is still energetic, with long silver hair, with a hint of artist's demeanor: "Qingshan, during the May Day holiday, I'm here to find inspiration."

The writer's field trip and the artist's inspiration are all very magical things.

Wu Song was wearing casual clothes and hugged Liu Qingshan with a smile. They had fought side by side with the Japanese, and the revolutionary friendship was extraordinary.

Zhang Shuzi hasn't seen each other for several months and has changed a bit, mainly in terms of clothing and temperament, but the inner simplicity is still there.

Finally, when He Mengfei and Liu Qingshan went to the Academy of Fine Arts, they met him in the classroom. They were Wu Tong's best friend, and they seemed to have some meaning to Zhang Shuozi.

This time, I actually came with me. Could it be that I have chased me home?

When talking about the recent situation, Professor Wu had nothing to say, just Wu Song complained a few times, saying that the public security in Chuncheng is becoming increasingly difficult to manage.

Ultimately, it's all caused by Clivia.

Liu Qingshan happily advised: "It's almost done, Brother Wu, you'll endure it for another two months, and you'll probably be ready."

According to the original development trajectory, this crazy farce will end by July.

"Two months, Qingshan, what do you mean?" Wu Song firmly believed Liu Qingshan's words.

"The superiors will not let this situation develop." Liu Qingshan couldn't say it clearly, so he covered it up and invited everyone into the house.

When entertaining regular customers, he still likes to be at the old house, which looks more friendly.

After they entered the house, they found that Wu Tong was already sitting next to the kang table, with a little girl on the left and a little girl on the right.

Then Wu Tong was holding a crayon and drawing on paper.

Obviously, the fourth and fifth brothers were not satisfied with the paintings of the elder brother. As an expert came, he asked Sister Wu to take action.

While Wu Tong was painting, the two little girls were still adding that they had big eyes and round faces.

The professional ones are different. After Liu Qingshan asked everyone to sit down and just after making tea, he heard the fourth and fifth brothers cheer in unison.

The little brother-in-law ran over with the paper and said, "Brother, look, this is the gourd baby!"

Liu Qingshan looked at it, it was really similar to the original version.

I looked up at Wu Tong again, and saw that the latter was looking at him with a smile, with big eyes blinking twice.

Only then did Liu Qingshan notice that Wu Tong was holding a piece of paper in his hand, which was the gourd monster he had just drawn, so he didn't feel his old face warm.

"Sanfeng, your story is pretty good, and the character is quite in line with the children's thinking." Wu Tong praised, and he thought that the story was original by Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan has never plagiarized his own people's habits, so he shook his head:

"It's an cartoon that someone else's art film factory is producing. I'm talking to the fourth and fifth brothers."

The fourth and fifth brothers pestered Wu Tong again: "Sister Wu, continue to draw, draw all the seventh brother's gourds, and their grandfather!"

"Seven, Feifei comes and help."

Wu Tong waved to He Mengfei, and two college students majoring in art started to work for the two little girls.

After drawing two, He Mengfei found the problem: "These gourd kids all look the same, how do you distinguish them?"

"The color of the gourds on their heads is different," Shan Xing explained.

"If you watch black and white TV, you really can't tell the difference. Their brothers are like twins, looking exactly the same. How can they tell the difference?" The fourth brother had a lot of thoughts.

Well, it seems to be a problem.

So, the two little girls and the two big girls were thinking hard.

Liu Qingshan blinked and many people criticized this in his previous life, but for Liu Qingshan, who had experienced information bombing in his later generations, this was not a problem.

So he smiled: "Put your hair in the window and put it yellow in front of the mirror."

Wu Tong couldn't help rolling his eyes at him: It's inexplicable, is there still the intention to read poetry at this time?

Then I suddenly had an idea: I had a yellow decal in front of the mirror, yes, there is a way!

So she drew a flame shape on the little forehead of a gourd baby that she had drawn.

"It's a fire baby!"
To be continued...