Merchant and doctor

Chapter 2237 Phoenix Tail Grass

That pickle maker was truly impressive. Not only did he have his own private courtyard, but it was also kept as tidy as a small park, which even made Bian Mu feel a little envious.

“No wonder he got that disease… This person must have been born with a ‘seven-fold exquisite mind’! Look at the layout inside and out. It looks ordinary on the surface, but it actually contains a lot of secrets and hidden features. Either it’s a family tradition, or he’s read a lot of miscellaneous books. Is he inside right now?” After wandering around the front and back yards for a while, Bian Mu asked casually.

"We agreed that I should be at home tinkering with all sorts of gadgets right now!"

"A small mechanism? You've already been here?"

"Just as you predicted, he's never lacked women around him. He recently broke up with a female travel agency owner, but he seems to have calmed down a lot lately. Shall we go in for a follow-up check-up?"

"Did you inform him beforehand?" Bian Mu asked expressionlessly, frowning slightly.

"I've left you an opening; whether we meet in person or not is up to you," Dian Shuhua replied with a smile.

"No rush! It's amazing to see bees in winter! Let's go! Let's take a walk around with the little guys and digest our food!" As she spoke, Bian Mu followed the bees and hurried over.

Halfway there, a small, brightly colored bird suddenly flew overhead. It wasn't very big, but its tail was very bright and eye-catching. In the middle of winter, seeing such a living creature was quite refreshing.

Without a moment's hesitation, Bian Mu suddenly bent his left hand into a whistling shape and gently placed it to his lips, whistling a series of whistles, some long and some short...

Strangely enough, the colorful little bird seemed to have received some kind of instruction. It circled a few times in mid-air, as if confirming something. Then, after confirming that Bian Mu was the source of the whistle, it glided gracefully around Bian Mu at a very low altitude several times. It was scouting...

After a while, the colorful little bird recognized Bian Mu as one of its own. It hovered above his head for a moment, then gently turned its left wing and gracefully perched it on Bian Mu's right shoulder.

Dian Shuhua was stunned.

What kind of strategy is this?!

Bian Mu pulled a small whistle-like instrument from his pocket and put it in his mouth. With the help of the whistle, he composed an unknown tune with his whistles, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes fast, sometimes slow...

Dian Shuhua naturally didn't understand anything.

The little bird seemed to have grasped something; its beautiful eyes blinked rapidly. Without a doubt, the little fellow was currently deciphering a series of commands issued by Bian Mu…

"Fluttering..." The little bird suddenly took flight and sped off in the southeast direction.

"Boss! You can speak bird language too!" Dian Shuhua exclaimed in amazement, his eyes wide.

“You’ve seen Zhangwang Village before, haven’t you? You didn’t pay attention back then, did you? You thought it was just a few whistles. I only learned a few of the simplest tricks from Brother Qiangzi. Compared to him, my skills are child’s play. It’s helping them trace the source of the reverse honeybee. We should see the results soon.”

"Amazing! Is Old Master Liang also an expert in this field?"

"Almost! Thinking back to those days... Senior Sima Jianqing was truly a god-like figure, possessing unparalleled skills! It's a pity... I wonder how much of it he passed down..."

"They're getting old and don't dare make mistakes, so they're probably just waiting for the best opportunity!"

“After all, he’s an old hand. He sees things more clearly than we do. Let’s wait and see. After the New Year, we need to rent a few more plots of land in Zhangwang Village. I plan to hire a few more local villagers to grow some ‘transitional medicinal herbs’.” Bian Mu said calmly, gazing into the distance.

Some time ago, Dian Shuhua rented several greenhouses in Zhangwang Village under the name of a medical clinic. They are currently testing several medicinal herbs. The old village doctor surnamed Mi has provided considerable assistance. To date, those greenhouses have begun to establish a preliminary "digital" management system. Bi Shaoxiong symbolically invested some electronic equipment, claiming it was a free donation. Considering his sincerity, Bian Mu accepted it. Since ancient times, medicine and medicine have been inseparable. While outwardly discreet, Bian Mu and Dian Shuhua have secretly begun making arrangements. They are attempting to establish several small-scale medicinal herb cultivation bases, purely experimental in nature.

"Transitional medicinal materials?! Does that mean... we're preparing for the next new drug?" Dian Shuhua asked with a smile.

"Hmm... There has always been a lot of gap between traditional medicines and the new Chinese patent medicines we advocate. The medicine cauldron may be able to fill some of the gaps, and the transitional artificial cultivation of Chinese medicinal materials is also essential. Both old and new books have touched on this, but unfortunately, it's just a general discussion. We need to fill in the relevant logical details one by one through continuous trial and error. The whole process of filling in the gaps is the main process of new drug development."

"Oh... I see..." Dian Shuhua responded softly, glancing down at the hurried figure of a large grasshopper hibernating at her feet.

Just then, the little bird spread its wings and returned, landing steadily on Bian Mu's right shoulder once again.

Bian Mu had already crushed the snacks he carried into crumbs, spread them out in his palm, and offered them to the little bird.

Out of respect for Bian Mu, the little bird pecked at the food symbolically twice and then lost interest.

With a long whistle, the colorful little bird took flight again, flying and stopping intermittently, leading the way!
Following the silhouette of the exceptionally clever little bird, Bian Mu and Dian Shuhua stopped in front of a flower shop.

So that's where the little bees flew out from!

After thanking the little bird, Bian Mu whistled a few times and saw it off. Watching the little bird's graceful figure disappear into the endless sky, Bian Mu slowly walked into the flower shop.

With a "ding-dong," the copper bells on the top of the door rang a few times. The female shop owner inside glanced in the direction the two had come from, but said nothing. She continued to trim the flowers beside her.

She looked to be in her early thirties, with an elegant appearance. The female boss seemed to have a good temperament, quite different from the average female boss of a small street shop.

Dian Shuhua was quite interested in the small colored pencil landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and walked over with his hands behind his back to admire them for a while.

Bian Mu then circled around intently, carefully searching for something...

"Boss! Do you sell Phoenix Tail Grass separately?" Bian Mu asked casually with his back to the female boss without turning around.

"If you want some, you can take a smaller amount, it's free. We usually use them as garnishes, we don't sell them separately!" The female boss replied in a cool tone without pausing her scissors.

She's a seasoned pro; with just a glance, she could tell that Bian Mu and his companion had no intention of buying anything.

"Thank you!" As she spoke, Bian Mu pulled out five sprigs of fern shoots from a large, straight vase containing a little water, casually tore off a small piece of paper rope, tied them into a bundle, and held it in her left hand.

Without saying a word, Bian Mu scanned 15 yuan on his phone for the female boss. This was a carefully calculated amount, neither too much nor too little, just the right price.

Chong Dian Shuhua gave him a wink, and the two of them nodded politely to the female shop owner before turning and leaving the store.

"She has some connection with that pickle master?!"

“Yes! This shop was opened with money from the master of pickles,” Bian Mu replied in a low voice.

"No wonder... this kind of herb can be used as a medicinal ingredient?!" Dian Shuhua's mind worked quite quickly.

Nodding slightly, Bian Mu gestured for Dian Shuhua to walk a little further away before having a detailed conversation, so that the florist wouldn't notice anything amiss.