frightfiction Chapter 228 This tree grows in the soil, and the philtrum is also ordinary.
Chapter 228 This tree grows in the soil, and the philtrum is also ordinary.
This question is because he believes that a good man like Shennong can achieve immortality even if he dies after tasting hundreds of herbs. "
The rough man who had mocked Shen Zhiqiu at the beginning also suddenly stood up and said, "Of course it's true. Is there anyone with better medical skills than Shennong?"
Many people behind me thought it made sense.
Shen Zhiqiu slapped the wake-up stick again: "No, no, no."
The old man pointed at the big tree and said, "This tree grows in the soil, and it is also ordinary. It helps the poor and cures diseases, so why does it need to be famous?"
Having said that, he floated away.
Li Houxiao stood under the tree and saw that the tree was covered with oval serrated leaves and had a thick and straight trunk. He recalled the four sentences the old man said, and they were the two words Eucommia ulmoides.
Li Houxiao was very surprised and thought, could it be the Eucommia tree fairy who was helping him?
At this moment, the branches and leaves of the Eucommia tree shook, emitting a bright green light. Li Houxiao could see with his naked eyes that the bark had grown back on it.
He knelt down quickly, shouting, "Thank you Shuxian for your guidance."
A sacred and ethereal voice also rang in his ears: "I am not a tree demon, but I became a god by eating the bark of this tree."
So, Li Houxiao was pleasantly surprised. Does this mean that this tree can really cure his mother? He excitedly peeled off some bark from the Eucommia tree nearby and returned to the village.
He boiled the medicine in water and gave it to his mother to drink. The effect was really good. After a few months, his mother was able to get out of bed and walk again, and her complexion was much better than before.
The bark of Eucommia ulmoides also has many functions such as strengthening the body, strengthening tendons and bones, nourishing the kidney and boosting yang.
The story of Li Houxiao's "filial piety that moved heaven" and the guidance of immortals also spread, and this story has been passed down from generation to generation!
Shen Youyou couldn't help but admire his father's ability to tell lies with his eyes open. This was basically a hodgepodge of stories about several Eucommia trees, plus the legend of the wild man in Shennongjia, and he just mixed it up and told it all together.
The strange thing is, it seems to be the case!
"Okay, reward. Although the protagonist of this story is not like those heroes, with great martial arts and a thrilling life, his filial piety is commendable and he is not afraid of dangers and obstacles. He is also worthy of our admiration."
One elderly wealthy businessman even sighed: "If I had a son, I'd have to have Li Houxiao!"
Shen Zhiqiu saw that it was almost done and made another "pop".
"Everyone, today the inn will give you a cup of tea for free. This tea is called Eucommia Tea!"
The old rich businessman who lamented that he wanted to give birth to a son named Li Houxiao looked at the tea in the bowl in amazement. The color was dark brown and translucent. "Is this Eucommia tea?"
Shen Zhiqiu looked around at everyone, nodded, and then sighed and told them about the disasters and wars in their area.
He analyzed his thoughts with the people in front of him and said: Those of us who are fleeing from famine are heartless. We ran away when we knew someone was invading, and we have no ambition to contribute to the court and the country.
But we really have no choice. First of all, the prince in our hometown is different from the King of Yan here. He doesn't care about us. It should be said that he can't care about us because he is dead. The remaining sons are only concerned with fighting for the throne and don't care about the lives of the people in the border town at all.
Later they realized that they could no longer ignore it, and if they continued to fight among themselves, they would probably lose the country to others, so they began to recruit soldiers.
When the country is in trouble, it is right to conscript soldiers, but the difficulty lies in that they really don't care about our lives. Each family can only keep one boy under the age of ten, and the rest will be conscripted.
Everyone is really at a loss. If all of them are conscripted, how will the remaining old people, women, and children survive in this chaotic world?
Then he said that he fled from famine. He was afraid that the conscripts would catch up with him, so he went to the mountains. He had nothing to eat or drink along the way because of the drought... He went on and on about his difficulties.
When he talked about the whole village who were about to give up their lives to save him and his children because of lack of water and food, many of the more emotional ones had tears in their eyes, as if they had experienced it themselves.
It was also at this time that these people realized that the storyteller in front of them was actually a scholar and a talent.
The people from Shenjia Village who were present were full of pride: "Our little Sanzi is the first in three cases, but we won't tell you."
"No wonder, this storyteller is different from other storytellers, he speaks in a different way."
In fact, they were most shocked by the uniqueness of this scholar. As businessmen, they knew the faces of some scholars better than anyone else. They were really poor, but their eyes were on top of their heads.
All he talks about is cunning businessmen who seek huge profits, and even the smell of money lingers on his body.
Oh my! Are they upset by what they heard?
You dislike the smell of money on us, but we also dislike the smell of poverty on you.
But the man in front of him didn't care when the ruffian joked with him that he was a pretty boy at the beginning. You have to know that he was a scholar, and if he was really called a yamen runner, he would be arrested by the ruffian.
But he smiled magnanimously and said that he was just praising his handsomeness, which reminded the group of businessmen of the scene at the beginning. They felt that such people were worthy of being called scholars!
You can tell at first glance that he is someone who can do great things and has great character.
Shen Zhiqiu didn't know that everyone was looking up to him now, and he continued to talk about their escape from famine. Later, he talked about finding Eucommia trees, and they cut Eucommia bark from the trees that were more than ten meters high.
Some fell from the trees and were covered with injuries. His own nephew even broke his arm, which was cured by drinking water boiled from Eucommia bark.
“We are fortunate to be sheltered by the King of Yan, but we don’t want to beg from our fellow villagers everywhere, and we don’t want others to think that we are something wrong and pity us.
I thought about selling the cut Eucommia bark, which is dried in the sun. If I sell the Eucommia bark, I can also teach you how to make Eucommia tea. If I pair it with the exquisite porcelain from Huguan County, I believe you can make a lot of money, and it will be a win-win situation for us all.”
I don’t know if I was moved by the story of the Eucommia tree told by Shen Zhiqiu, or if I was touched by the arduous journey of Shen Zhiqiu and his group to escape famine.
"Young man, how many pounds of Eucommia bark do you have? How much is one pound?"
Shen Zhiqiu said: "We have 100 kilograms of dried Eucommia bark, and each kilogram costs coins."
The main purpose is to leave room for bargaining.
This price for selling dried Eucommia bark is indeed expensive. After all, the normal price is around 70 cents.
Shen Zhiqiu knew this too, and added: "We found this Eucommia bark in a real deep mountain forest, not far from Shennongjia, and the age of the trees is estimated to be more than 50 years old."
He was not lying. After all, the mountain range they were walking on was really next to Shennongjia.
The old wealthy businessman who asked the price did not think it was too expensive. He had heard a lot about disasters and destruction in the south during these days.
The inn is full of traveling merchants from all over the country, and every day there are storytellers telling stories about how they escaped famine.
It can be said that this topic is the most frequently mentioned among the people in the North at present, and it has almost reached the point where everyone knows about it.