Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 61 Ghost Face Mushroom

After Hu Nuan returned to the Zongmen, Hu Qing slept until midnight that night and got up, took the bamboo baskets and went to the city gate.

The silver cattails she brought back last time were of such high quality that she thought she could sell two spirit stones, but who knows, she only sold one.Only then did I know that there is no shortage of silver cattail grass in Baopingfang. If it weren't for her good luck, the silver cattail grass is really old and high quality, and no one would buy a low-grade spirit stone.

At that time, Hu Qing asked people what Lingzhi was worth, but no one told her because she was a mortal.

The monk looked down on mortals, and felt that telling a mortal about their affairs was playing the piano against the cow.

But the stall owners who also set up stalls did not want people to steal their business.

Hu Qing didn't take it seriously, Shui Xin taught a lot of herbal medicine, at worst she found one and tried it, even if she sold it for the price of Lingzhu, she still supported herself.

This time she went early and was familiar with the road. She didn't spend as much time walking as last time, and it was still dark when she arrived at the city gate.

The law and order at Chao Huazong's feet is very good, even at night the city gate will not be closed, of course, there are people on duty at the city gate.It was also strange to see her, a mortal woman, coming over at this time.

Someone came over and asked, "Do you want to leave the workshop?"

Hu Qing nodded, looking at the still dark sky hesitantly: "I'm going out to gather medicine."

The man was very kind and said, "Wait a minute, night is the time for monsters to move around."

Hu lightly thanked him and went to the wall to wait.

The man took another look at her, went back and said to his companion: "A little mortal girl dares to come out at this hour, so there is no one else at home."

The companion smiled: "Being able to come to our square city means that there are monks in the family. If there are monks, she has nothing to be afraid of. Do you know what I heard when I went to the mortal area? They said that we are gods, and they ascended to heaven together."

The two laughed at the same time: "How could they know that monks are also cruel, and no one will bury them when they die."

They laughed at themselves and couldn't stop laughing.

"It's good to be a mortal. It's just a few decades, and it's a lifetime in Baopingfang. How good it is."

No worries about food or drink, protected by the market, supported by monks, no wonder those mortals keep their skin moisturized.

Hu Qing didn't know that some people were envious of mortal life, and when the sky turned white, she left the city with a basket on her back, still took the same path as last time, went to the forest where silver cattails were dug last time, hoping to find other spiritual plants.

This forest is really rich, and soon Hu Qing found a kind of mushroom called ghost face in the shade of the tree trunk, with a black umbrella surface and white lines like a face.Hu Qing recognized it very accurately, and Shui Xin taught her the tricks. The fiercer the ghostly face of this mushroom, the more valuable it is, and the smell of the root can also be distinguished. The better the quality, the smellier the root, and the more fragrant it will be after the smell is removed.Ghost face mushroom is the main ingredient in hallucination medicine.

However, this kind of mushroom is poisonous. If you smell it or touch it, you will be poisoned.

Hu Qing was well prepared, wearing several layers of cloth masks and five-finger gloves on his hands.

It would be great if there was rubber, Hu Qing thought about the ring pads on the wheels of the cart, and when he waited to get some raw materials to study.

She didn't dare to get too close, and stood a step away to observe the appearance of the ghost-faced mushrooms, and gradually discovered the pattern, the more the ghost-faced mushrooms grew in the forest, the more trees and grasses and vines in the forest, the muddy the ground, faintly smelling through the mask The smell is also stronger.

Hu Qing bravely walked deep, and when the sole of the shoe was about to be sucked off, he turned around decisively, stretched his arms and pointed fingers to dig mushrooms with a knife.

The back basket is too big, it seems that I have to make a smaller one and hang it in front of me.

When Hu Qing dug it out all the way, and the bamboo basket was half filled, she saw that the position of the sun began to turn.

There is still a baby waiting to be fed at home.

When we reached the gate of the city, the sun was not yet in the middle, so Hu Qing took out the number plate and went in, but was stopped by someone.

It was the one who talked to her in the morning.

how?Want tolls?
The tall and strong man covered his nose with one hand: "What's in your basket?"

Hu Qing was still wearing a mask, surprised: "It's a ghost mushroom. Is it smelly?"

The man was surprised: "Really, ghost-faced mushrooms are poisonous."

Hu Qing: "I didn't dare to pick much."

Man: "Be careful, don't touch it with your hands." Obviously saw her gloves.

Hu lightly thank you.

The man said again: "There is a pharmacy with yellow curtains on Dingsan Street. The price of that pharmacy is reasonable. Go there and sell it."

Hu Qing was surprised and thanked him again and again.

The man smiled and walked aside, as if he hadn't spoken to her.

His companion winked at him: "What? Did you like it? It's a pity that he is disfigured."

The man laughed and scolded: "You went to see a good photographer yesterday, thinking that everyone is just like you." Then he said: "I just never met a mortal who is still working hard in Fangshi, so I couldn't help but remind me. It doesn't cost me anything. Me what."

The companion glanced into the city gate and said, "You are courageous enough."

Without thinking too much, Hu Qing followed the man's instructions and searched for it.What is she afraid of, is the monk still coveting her, an old and ugly little widow?Besides, as far as the free market by the river is concerned, the monks who come from the poorest and lowest levels come here. Those with a little money will not waste time there, and her things can only be sold at the lowest price there.

Might as well try somewhere else.

Hu Qing inquired with the children on the side of the road and came to Dingsan Street. Sure enough, there was only one shop with yellow curtains here. The person thought that Hu Qing could not read, but Hu Qing happened to know all the words on the signboard: Baicao Pavilion.

Numbly.What else can a person with this name do besides sell medicine?
Hu Qing entered the room with a basket on her back, the room was very spacious, there was one manager and three guys, the moment she came in, all four of them looked over and twitched their noses.

So, how stinky is the ghost mushroom?
A young man in front greeted warmly: "Madam, are you selling medicine?"

Well, she doesn't even need to speak if she's in the front line.

The steward also came over, nodded politely, Hu Qing took off the pannier, put it on the counter and pushed it in.

The steward held his breath and held the edge of the basket and tilted it, a little surprised, so many?This little woman is just a mortal, right?Could it be that the monks in the family picked her to sell?
He pondered and said: "If it is bigger and the pattern is clearer, it will be more valuable."

Hu smiled lightly, and laughed at himself, "Then I'll lose my life."

Surprised by the steward, he glanced at her feet across the counter and realized that she picked it herself.Can't help looking high at this little mortal woman.

Said: "It's very dangerous for you to pick these ghost-faced mushrooms, maybe you will encounter poisonous ants that like to eat ghost-faced mushrooms?"

Hu Qing was startled: "There are poisonous ants there?"

The steward nodded, and took another look at Ghost Mushroom: "That's right, this size is not the poisonous ants' favorite, I think you are lucky that you didn't come across it."

Hu Qinghou was afraid, and muttered to himself: "I won't dare to go again in the future."

Backwater, why didn't you tell me this?
Shui Xin: Where there are spiritual herbs, there are bugs. Do you need others to talk about this kind of thing?
"How about five low-grade spirit stones?"

"Yes." Hu Qing nodded happily.

The manager smiled, and took out five low-grade spirit stones: "Madam can send any herbs in the future, and the price of our Baicao Pavilion is fair."

(End of this chapter)