Collect the spiritual materials first, and when you have enough, you can open the furnace to make elixirs.
It's just that I didn't make much money...
Originally, it was only a little higher than the cost price. For some people who were living in poverty, He Ping An might even pay a premium.
The money earned is just enough to maintain the daily expenses of Xiancao Hall.
His purpose of reopening Xiancao Hall was not to make money, but it didn't matter.
Hong Xifei treats illnesses and saves people every day, and also teaches pharmacology to helpers. She enjoys it, but she is entangled in trivial matters and has no time to take care of him anymore.
He Ping'an is still the same as before, he should go to the top of the market, he should continue to visit Lichun Courtyard, and he should be his own hands-off shopkeeper.
Now it seems that the idea of reopening Xiancao Hall is simply not correct.
Without the harassment from the little goblin, the number of times I recited the Qingxin Jue was much less.
Lying in bed, He Pingan sorted out what he urgently needed to do and set three goals for himself.
The first small goal is to upgrade Taoism to ten thousand years as soon as possible;
The second short-term goal is to find out what happened to Jiang Yuyan as soon as possible. Unless she dies, I won’t be able to sleep;
The third long-term goal is to use our best abilities to enhance the strength of the human race.
The Daxuan human race was too weak to let themselves lie down safely.
In addition, of course there are some indescribable small goals, which all men will understand...
...
"Ping An, I'm leaving. I'm getting my monthly salary."
On the first day of September, He Ping'an finished sorting out the spiritual materials and was immersed in several clones. He suddenly heard Yang Qing greeting him and quickly responded: "Okay."
Don't worry, will you receive your monthly salary?
Only then did He Ping'an remember that he had been out of the Drug Testing Department for almost a month.
In less than a month, I have experienced more things than I did in the Drug Trial Department for ten years...
Speaking of which, although Emperor Jiaming ignored the government affairs, he never defaulted on his monthly salary from the Changsheng Palace. He paid it out as soon as he arrived on the first day of the new year.
Unlike my previous life, if I was unlucky as a worker and encountered a rogue company, I would not receive a penny of my hard-earned money after working for several months.
He Ping'an followed Yang Qing all the way to the accounting room of the Palace of Eternal Life, and received two or three coins of silver and an ordinary gray porcelain bottle from the clerk.
He had already heard Yang Qing say this. The two or three coins were just a cover. The most important thing was the elixir in the gray porcelain bottle.
It is a spiritual elixir refined by the alchemists of the Alchemy Department. It can easily be sold for fifty taels of silver when put on the market.
This is also the reason why Yang Qing was able to save money for his private life. Otherwise, according to the tigress in his family, all the skin would have been stripped off.
The elixir was of little significance to He Pingan, so he planned to take it back and put it in the medicine shop.
If there are some difficult and complicated diseases that Hong Xifei cannot solve, and you happen to be away, you can let them take this elixir, and the general difficult and miscellaneous diseases can be cured by the medicine.
"Hey, why don't you see Xiao Han?"
Since He Pingan surpassed Han Li in cultivation, his title has also changed from Brother Han to Little Han...
"Hey, don't worry about that kid. He's never short of money."
Yang Qing said with a smile, but still received Han Li's monthly salary from the accounting clerk.
Seeing Yang Qing put Han Li's monthly salary into his arms in a familiar manner, He Ping'an seemed to realize something and asked quietly: "Brother Yang, does Xiao Han have a mine at home?"
"Hey, don't talk nonsense."
"Whoever owns a private mine will be punished by beheading in Daxuan."
Yang Qing said as he walked: "His home is outside Xuanyang City. There are six tea mountains, 3,000 acres of fertile land, and several manors of various kinds."
"There are also more than ten rice and cloth shops in Xuanyang City."
"Just by collecting rent, I can live a comfortable life."
He Ping'an's eyes widened. Although Han Li didn't have mines at home, it was better than having mines at home.
No wonder that after three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, I still want to lie down. It turns out that working on the grass is a kind of pastime.
If you don't get along well, you may go back and squander hundreds of millions of wealth.
I am so deliberately flattering Yang Qing because I am worried that I will lose my job and be too bored when I go home...
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
He Pingan was amazed. Although Han Li liked gossip all day long, he never mentioned anything about his family around him.
Now it seems that I have to be careful about myself.
It's just two meals and one night in the inn, so what?
What, the wine money from Li Chun Yuan?
I can't remember.
...
As autumn turns to winter, a heavy snowfall arrives.
Xuanyang City is covered in silver and has a unique scenery.
He Ping'an took drugs every day, and his Taoist practice had reached nine thousand years, and the sixth stage of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong was becoming more and more perfect.
Xiaoyan's divine number has made great progress. Not only can it completely shield its own aura, but it can also divine some simple information, and even telepathize if it encounters some special events.
During this period, he once calculated Jiang Yuyan's whereabouts, whether she was dead or alive.
However, Tianji is always deceived by an unknown force, and sometimes even suffers backlash from Tianji, causing turmoil in his body's energy and blood.
Who is this Jiang Yuyan?
Could it be that she is not dead?
He Ping'an has one head and two big ones. If this hidden danger is not eliminated, it will eventually be a disaster.
It's just that the time is too short, and Xiaoyan's divine number cultivation is not enough.
Of course, this is just his feeling. If Guo Jianzheng saw He Pingan's progress in Xiao Yan's divine numbers at this time, he would probably sigh and feel ashamed of his extraordinary talent.
He has been practicing for decades, and He Ping'an has been practicing for a few months, and he is already almost the same as him.
Strangely enough, Emperor Jiaming refined the so-called Pure Yang Elixir, and after being persuaded, his appearance and figure did indeed look much younger.
I heard that many concubines were blessed in the harem. The concubines' eyes filled with tears. When they were happy, they looked up to the sky and shouted: "The young lady is back!"
But the elixir refining in the Eternal Life Palace did not stop.
Still going on.
Every day, three to five corpses of drug testers are still carried to the Nine-Revolution and Longevity Furnace.
He Pingan knew that even the real Pure Yang elixir could only extend life for more than a hundred years.
Far less effective than smelling your own ginseng fruit.
If this ginseng fruit were exchanged for the throne with Emperor Jiaming, I wonder if he would agree?
The thought of He Pingan just passed through my mind and then disappeared.
Emperor Jiaming has too many causes and effects. If he steps down from the throne now, without the protection of Daxuan National Fortune, and is just an ordinary first-grade monk, he will most likely die on the spot.
So even if you give him the ginseng fruit, he won't exchange it.
Moreover, He Pingan was not willing to extend his life for an executioner.
Department of Drug Testing, Grass Department.
Working as a worker is still...
At Shenshi, He Ping'an and Han Li finished their work and were about to go home at the end of their shift. Yang Qing stopped them.
After more than three months of hard training, Yang Qing finally refined He Ping'an's magic power, entered the third level of Confucianism and Taoism, and returned to the male glory.
Fortunately, he had already broken through the realm, otherwise He Ping'an would have had a huge headache.
Yang Qing had mentioned in front of him more than once that he wanted to see Hong Xifei to find out about his hidden illness, but He Pingan ruthlessly refused.
With the improvement of his cultivation, he was invincible in all his battles in bed. With the nourishment of love, his wife Liu Yue'e lost her previous toughness and relaxed a lot towards Yang Qing.
Even when he secretly went to Lichun Courtyard several times, he turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye.
The improvement of his cultivation and the change of his wife made Yang Qing build up his self-confidence from the inside out.
Of course, he has not forgotten that he was responsible for such changes in just four months.
In various public occasions, Yang Qing praised He Ping'an more than once as his lucky star.
"The Chief Wang just sent a summons, saying that the Monster Catching Department and the Demon Suppressing Department have been short of manpower recently, and asked our grass department to arrange one person to cooperate with the Monster Catching Department to handle a case."
Yang Qing put down the token on his waist and looked at the two capable generals, once again having trouble choosing.
This case was relatively simple, so he didn't need to take action personally.
His original intention was to let Han Li go, but Han Li's cultivation level was slightly lower. Logically speaking, he must let someone with higher cultivation level go.
He Pingan and Han Li were spitting again, refusing to give in to each other.
Of course, they are all rushing to let the other party go...
