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The day Shen Bo'an moved into Baizhi Valley, Su Qinghan personally went to the valley entrance to pick him up.

The two elderly people stood a few steps apart, neither of them speaking first.

Su Qinghan was wearing a faded blue cloth shirt, while Shen Bo'an was wrapped in an old blanket and leaned on a bamboo cane that Ye Chen had found for him.

A mountain breeze blew from the medicinal herb field, ruffling the gray hair of the two men.

After a long while, Su Qinghan finally said, "You're thinner than your grandfather."

Shen Bo'an chuckled and said, "You're even fiercer than your master was back then."

Su Qinghan didn't reply, turned around and walked into the valley. After taking two steps, she stopped and said without turning her head, "Come in, the house is all set up for you, it faces south and gets plenty of sunshine."

Shen Bo'an then followed him inside.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi followed behind, neither of them making a sound.

Su Qinghan arranged for Shen Bo'an to stay in the hut at the very back of the valley, right next to the herb garden.

There was a small open space in front of the house. She had someone move an old rattan chair there and planted a few clumps of angelica next to it.

On the first day, Shen Bo'an sat in a rattan chair, watching Su Qinghan busy in the herb garden, occasionally saying a word or two.

Su Qinghan didn't talk much, but she answered whatever Shen Bo'an asked.

From the processing methods of southern medicinal herbs to the old recipes of Anhetang, when the two hit it off, Su Qinghan would put down what she was doing, sit down opposite him, and chat slowly while holding a teacup.

Ye Chen once saw this scene from afar and suddenly felt that his master had probably been waiting for this day for many years.

Shen Jingqiu also stayed.

She said she would be wherever her grandfather was.

Jiang Ruoxi arranged a clerical job for her in Baizhi Valley, helping her organize medicinal herb files and sales records.

The girl was quick-witted and clear-headed, and within a few days she had sorted out the messy accounts in the valley.

Ye Chen saw it all and remembered it, thinking she was very good.

Ye Chen said to Jiang Ruoxi, "Wife, this girl is a talented person. Do you need any help? When Baizhi Valley grows bigger, we'll need someone who understands medicine and accounting."

Jiang Ruoxi said, "No problem, but let her practice in the valley first, and we'll talk about it when she's more skilled."

While the two were talking, Shen Jingqiu was squatting by the herb garden pulling weeds, her ponytail swinging behind her as she worked with great enthusiasm.

Ye Chen didn't rush to hang up the old plaque of Anhetang.

He first had someone lightly polish the old paint on the plaque, revealing the original color of the old elm wood underneath.

Su Qinghan glanced at it and casually said, "Don't paint it. This color is good; it retains the original charm."

Ye Chen then found a very simple wooden stand, carefully placed the plaque in place, and hung it above the main entrance of the Baizhigu warehouse.

When the plaque was hung up that day, everyone in the valley gathered around.

Shen Bo'an sat in a wheelchair. After several days of acupuncture and herbal compresses from Su Qinghan, the swelling in his legs had subsided considerably, but walking was still difficult.

He looked up as the plaque reappeared, and his eyes slowly reddened.

Su Qinghan stood beside him and said softly, "From now on, Anhetang and Baizhigu will be considered one family. If your grandfather were still alive, he probably wouldn't object."

Shen Bo'an nodded vigorously, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

After hanging the plaque, Ye Chen took some time to return to Medicine King Valley.

He handed the Southern medicinal herb processing notes that Shen Bo'an had brought to Su Qinghan.

Su Qinghan spent the whole night poring over the notes, and the next morning she called Ye Chen over and said, "The things recorded in this notebook have been lost by our Medicine King Valley for several generations. When your grandmaster separated from Anhe Hall, he took the formulas from the north and left the ones from the south with the Shen family. Now they have been put back together."

She picked out a few pages from her notes and asked Ye Chen to take them to Baizhi Valley to teach Seventh Uncle how to process the newly harvested medicinal herbs.

Ye Chen took out the notebook and felt that the few thin pages in his hand were heavier than a handful of gold bars.

As the days went by, Shen Bo'an's spirits improved considerably compared to when he first arrived.

Every morning he would sit in a rattan chair and watch Su Qinghan make medicine, and in the afternoon he would have Shen Jingqiu push him around the valley.

Sometimes when he moved to the seedling shed, he would ask Shen Jingqiu to stop and point to a certain medicinal seedling to say a few words.

The workers all knew that this Mr. Shen was an old pharmacist from the south, and if they didn't recognize him, they would ask him.

Shen Bo'an did not refuse and explained in more detail than anyone else.

Seventh Uncle once said to Ye Chen, "This old man has something inside him. Your master has struck gold. Congratulations, Ye Chen."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "It's a blessing that Bao came to us on her own. We should cherish it."

One evening at the end of May, Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi returned to the valley from Jiangcheng.

As the car approached the valley entrance, they could see Shen Bo'an sitting under the plaque of Anhetang in the distance, with a pot of tea beside him. Su Qinghan was sitting next to him, and the two of them were talking.

As you get closer, you can hear Shen Bo'an telling you about some funny stories from his youth at a pharmacy in the southern part of the city. He said that once a patient brought a fake prescription to get medicine, and his grandfather looked at it for a long time before saying only one sentence: "Go back and tell your master not to sell licorice as ginseng."

Su Qinghan laughed out loud, a rare occurrence for her. Her voice was clear and crisp, like a mountain spring flowing over rocks.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi exchanged a glance but neither of them went forward to disturb them.

The two turned and walked towards the medicinal herb field, where the setting sun bathed the angelica trees on the mountain in a golden glow.

Jiang Ruoxi said, "Your master has changed; he smiles more than before."

Ye Chen replied, "No, I didn't feel any change. She's relaxed. Before, she always thought about protecting Medicine King Valley, protecting me, and protecting those old things. Now that Anhetang is back, Shen Bo'an is here, and Seventh Uncle is here too, there are more people in the valley, so she doesn't have to carry everything herself anymore."

Jiang Ruoxi took his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

Ye Chen looked at Jiang Ruoxi and felt that she was much gentler than before, and her face showed more dependence.

The two walked slowly along the ridge of the field, the wind blowing up from the valley floor, carrying the unique bitter fragrance of angelica.

Ye Chen suddenly stopped, squatted down, picked a newly opened white flower from the edge of the field, and tucked it behind Jiang Ruoxi's ear.

Jiang Ruoxi raised her hand and touched it, saying, "Ye Chen, can you be more practical? Another Snowflake Grass?"

Ye Chen shook his head and said, "Wife, you misunderstood. This is angelica. The fact that the flower has bloomed means that this plot of land has been cultivated."

Jiang Ruoxi looked at Ye Chen with tenderness in her eyes.

She didn't say anything, but simply tightened her grip on his hand. She now completely trusted the man in front of her.

In the distance, Shen Bo'an's laughter mingled with Su Qinghan's voice, broken and intermittent by the wind.

The old plaque hung under the eaves, its wooden grain resembling paths of varying depths in the twilight.

Some roads are blocked, while others continue to extend into the distance.

No matter how far away, someone will always come back.