At dusk, the rising black smoke has not stopped, and the entire sky is covered with a layer of shadow under the rising black smoke.
In the town, the blood-stained courtyard door slowly opened, and Chu Mu walked out. Just like the sky, there was an obvious layer of haze between Chu Mu's brows.
Chu Mu had turned a blind eye to the suffering of others. He was only a few hundred meters away from Mingxintang, but he walked for nearly a quarter of an hour.
"Mr. Li."
As usual, Chu Mu greeted him respectfully.
"coming."
Mr. Li put down the book in his hand and looked at Chu Mu, who was standing with a bow. Then he turned his slightly muddy eyes and looked out the door.
There were only a few people on the street. Apart from the running patrols, the only ones left were the corvees who had been captured and escorted back.
At this moment, there happened to be a group of escaped corvees being escorted by patrol inspectors outside the door. There were constant shouts and curses, and many of the sabers carried by the patrol inspectors were still covered in blood.
After a while, Mr. Li said quietly: "I just saw you going into the mountains... What's the situation in the mountains?"
Chu Mu organized his words. Except for his still uncertain guess, all the other discoveries, including the "spiritual mine" in the mine, including the remarks of the man in white he heard, were not concealed. of telling.
"At the beginning of next month..."
Mr. Li's eyes moved slightly, and the look he looked at Chu Mu seemed to be a little strange.
"Brother Mu has already embarked on the path of spiritual practice. It is better to be less involved in worldly matters. He should concentrate on his practice and strive to embark on the path of immortality as soon as possible."
"Mu...understand."
Chu Mu's heart trembled and he responded quickly.
Mr. Li nodded and picked up the book in his hand again, but said no more words.
Chu Mu was silent for a moment, but in the end he walked to the counter without asking any more questions and handed the handwritten list of medicinal ingredients to the apprentice behind the counter.
"Brother Mu, do you want it now?"
"right."
Chu Mu nodded: "Please prepare it for me, I need it now."
"The quantity is a bit too much. Brother Mu, please wait a moment while I go to the warehouse to take a look."
The apprentice took the list and walked away quickly.
Chu Mu stood in front of the counter, his expression calm, but his mind was already filled with thoughts.
He was thinking, what did Mr. Li's words just now imply? Or just speaking casually?
Chu Mu wasn't sure, but he didn't like this feeling.
As if he was drifting with the current involuntarily, he had no control over the turbulent waves. Whether he wanted to or not, he seemed to be swept away by the turbulent waves.
It has always been like this since this life, and it seems to be like this now.
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As night fell, Chu Mucai walked out of Mingxintang carrying several large bags of medicinal materials.
The candles in the home were lit, and under the flickering light, Chu Mu carefully sorted these large packages of medicinal materials.
Medicinal materials are valuable, but they are not precious. They are all in their own growth cycle. As for medicinal materials that have exceeded their growth cycle... Chu Mu couldn't buy them even if he wanted to.
The source of Mingxintang's medicinal materials is either herbal collectors from surrounding villages and towns, or several medicinal material shops in the county.
Chu Mu had also found out long ago that medicinal materials that had exceeded their growth period were not allowed to be sold according to the laws of Chu. If they were found, they would have to be turned in. Otherwise, it would be a serious crime of beheading.
Of course, this is obviously a law for ordinary people. People like Mr. Li obviously do not take secular laws in their eyes.
But at the moment, most of the people Chu Mu can come into contact with are obviously ordinary people. Is it possible that he can still buy medicine from immortal cultivators?
After taking inventory and putting them into the medicine cabinet by category, Chu Mu walked to the wardrobe in front of the bed and opened the door. On top of the stacked clothes, a delicate small wooden box came into view.
He carefully took out the wooden box, picked up a piece of cloth and put it on the table, and then placed the wooden box on the cloth.
The wooden box was opened, and what appeared was a mini scale that was only about three inches long.
The scale beam is entirely golden, and on the scale extending in a streamlined shape are densely packed scales. The scale pan is no bigger than a child's fist, and is also entirely golden. The scale weight is small and exquisite, just like a mini pyramid.
A steelyard, using the name of this era, should be called a centimeter scale.
The so-called centimeter, in this era, is naturally not a unit of length that was well known in previous generations, but a unit of weight.
Liang, money, cents, cents, cents!
It is the fine unit of weight of this era.
Comparing the previous life, there is no difference between one tael and one tael of meat in the previous life. One qian is about three or four grams of the previous life, while one penny is about 0.34 grams, and the cents thereafter are based on this. Just analogize.
As for larger units, such as stones and buckets, it is obviously difficult to reflect them on medicinal materials.
And the mini scale in front of me can weigh the weight down to centimetres!
On the market, the most accurate scales that can be purchased are basically limited to money.
The scale in front of me that can be accurate to the millimeter, its price and marketability are probably not enough to describe its rarity!
The fundamental reason why such a precious scale could appear in his hands was obviously due to Mr. Li from Mingxintang.
Otherwise, it is obviously impossible for him to get this level of success now, whether it is money or connections.
Knowing people and medicines, the precise control of the properties of the medicine is directly related to the perfection of the final properties of the medicine.
The importance of this centimeter scale is obviously very clear to Chu Mu who has entered this path.
Chu Mu carefully took out the centimeter scale from the wooden box, and used his strength to control it without reservation.
"This may not be accurate enough..."
After weighing out a dollar of medicinal materials, Chu Mu looked at the scale in front of him, but he was greedy and thought like a snake swallowing an elephant.
The ultimate perfection of medicine lies in the control of its properties.
But now, even this centimeter scale only controls the weight of medicinal materials, and it only controls the weight of centimeters.
Although the weight of medicinal materials also corresponds to the medicinal properties in a sense, it is obvious that this correspondence is rough and approximate rather than precise.
To achieve true perfection, there should be direct control over the medicinal properties.
Take the white peony root in front of him, for example. He wants to neutralize the yin-cold medicinal properties in the white peony root and neutralize the overall medicinal effect. However, he wants to remove the other medicinal properties in the white peony root through the combination of other medicinal materials.
If he could control it accurately, he should directly take a millimeter of the white peony root or a penny of the yin-cold medicinal properties. This would obviously be the real perfection.
Thoughts flowed, and in the end, Chu Mu also laughed at himself. This was really too ambitious. At the moment, he was still new to the step of weight, and being down-to-earth was the way to go.
If he can really reach this point, if he keeps going steadily, one day he will come into contact with it.
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