Vol 2 Chapter 109: Newcomer's task

　　 Not far after walking along the paddy road in the fields, the team turned into a slightly wider piling and gravel road.
The road is based on wooden piles and a wooden fence as a dike. The piles are filled with finely crushed stones and pressed smoothly. The piles are up and down a few centimeters above the ground. Pedestrians need to pay special attention during walking. If they are not careful, they will trip over these piles.
Perhaps this is the purpose of the Baicao Garden paving the road. Zheng Qing looked at the cautious classmates around him and admired the people who pave the road.
An independent medicinal garden is surrounded by wooden piles and gravel roads.
Compared with the medicinal fields with ever-changing environment before, this medicinal garden does not have a unique climate under the action of magic. Instead, it is like a small farmyard, surrounded by crooked wooden fences. Many vines are clinging to the fence, which is extremely lush, adding a touch of elegance to the garden.
Elder Stendhal led the students around the wooden piles and gravel road for a short distance, and then came to the entrance of this medicine garden.
The gates of the medicine garden are similar to the garden walls, and they are relatively simple.
The gate is made of Tic-Tac-shaped wooden sticks, supplemented by wicker and jujube branches. Through the door panels made of branches, you can clearly see the lush scenery of the garden.
"Look at the hands!" The old man Stendhal suddenly yelled, frightening Zheng Qing.
Looking back, he saw several students who were pulling the wicker buds on the door and seemed to be taken aback. They were quickly throwing away their hands and retreating into the crowd.
"Although this door does not have a door god, it looks very shabby, but it is also cursed by the wizards in the garden." The old man stared at the young people in front of him, and said with a loud voice: "I have not warned before. Don’t you just pull around in the garden? Huh?"
All beings are speechless.
The students were reprimanded, and the professors didn't look good.
Professor Li Qihuang pulled his face and echoed the words of the old Stendhal, and followed the lesson: "How many times have I said along the way from entering the garden to now! If there are people who make mistakes, they will go to the school work committee to receive one week's obligation. Labor, let you touch yourself in the garden!"
The students were silent and silent.
Old Stendhal stared at the crowd for a while, then slowly turned around and pointed his finger at a wooden board hanging on the fence.
Zheng Qing looked intently.
This wooden board should be a map of the medicinal garden, which depicts different sub-regions based on the effects of plants, such as the nourishing and moisturizing plant area, the blood-regulating plant area, the qi plant area, the surface solution plant area and so on.
The old man points to the soothing nerve plant area.
"Your task is here." He leaned on a pickaxe, tilted his head, his eyes swept across the faces of many students in front of him, as if waiting for their opinions.
No one has objections.
The old man nodded in satisfaction, opened the door made of branches, and motioned for others to follow.
"I'll tell you!"
"This kind of grass and flowers are all asked by universities."
"Just say that on this day, there are many ways."
"Some herbs need to be exposed to the sun every twelve hours; some herbs need to be bathed in the weak, soft light of the setting sun at all times; some herbs need to grow in the morning sun to absorb the vigorous vitality of the morning."
Talking about the rise, the old gardener was proud of his hoe, shaking his head, and the wrinkles on his face looked extremely deep.
"Some herbal medicines must touch the presence of sunlight through clouds and mist; some herbal medicines must stand under the water to absorb yang; and some herbal medicines must stand in the shadow of other plants and feel the sun's shadow."
"The qi of herbal medicine is different, and the yang qi required is also different."
After speaking, the team stopped in front of an open medicine field.
"This is your task!" Uncle Stendhal raised a dark green grass in his hand and let everyone know: "Your task is to weed."
weed?
The students breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately fell into the noisy discussion.
Zheng Qing squeezed the slender grass in his hand, feeling quite speechless.
Just like Li Meng just said, I thought that after walking so deep in the garden, the task entrusted to them would be taller.
Even if it is not a battle against the piranha, the cubs who catch a few earth dragons can also be taken out to show off to the people in other classes!
It's like now, pulling weeds!
It just sounds like the style has dropped a lot.
"This kind of grass is called'flavor thorns', the grass is dark green with light green wavy patterns on it, and the inner leaves have jagged protrusions." Professor Li explained to the side: "This kind of grass is also a kind of medicinal herb. , The drug is strong and can suppress certain manic symptoms."
"There are two ways to distinguish this kind of grass: one is the shape distinguishing method mentioned by Mr. Stendhal; the other is the smell. You crush the leaves of this kind of grass, and the remaining sap will emit a very Strong irritating smell." Professor Li crushed the grass in his hand, raised his hand gesturely, and handed it to the students in front of him.
Several people immediately showed a dying expression.
This aroused the interest of many people.
Zheng Qing held a taste thorn in his hand, looked at others, and tried to pinch the tip of the leaf with his index finger and thumb to crush it. Then he brought the pool of dark green dyed to the fingertips of the deerskin gloves to his face.
Suddenly, a strong pungent smell ran straight into his brain along his nose, as if he had eaten a big mouthful of mustard.
He looked up and found that Professor Li was also looking at everyone with tears.
"This pungent smell lasts for a short time, about five seconds." Professor Li sucked his nose and said with a sigh: "What you need to pay attention to is, don't like this pungent feeling! For wizards who pay attention to mental safety ~EbookFREE.me~ there is nothing more harmful to the body than stimulation."
"Why do you want to pull this grass!" Li Meng asked loudly with a string of tears hanging on his face, sniffing.
"Because it's not honest!" The pickaxe that Uncle Stendhal was holding in his hands turned into a head again somehow. He randomly turned up a piece of soil on the edge of the field, and used the back of his head to break it up.
A mollusk mixed in the soil turned into a mass of mud with the blow of its head.
After a pause, the old man raised his head to look at the students and added: "Small things like thorns grow too fast."
"It's too fast!" He repeated emphatically: "Pollininated in the first moment, bloom in the next moment, and pop the seeds in the middle of the night when it is quieter. This grass seed will take root and shoot in one hour or three. You can see it the next day. Manyao Tianjing is such a small thing."
"It consumes too much soil, but its medicinal use is very limited. Except for the small audiences such as'Wolf's Potion,' which requires a little as an auxiliary material, you students will risk using a little during the final exam days."
"Of course, it is not recommended for everyone to use this herb as a calming and refreshing use." Professor Li who stood by the side quickly said, warning: "As I mentioned before, herbs that are too aggressive are harmful to the wizard's spirit. With similar needs, the school and hospital have better choices for everyone."
　　
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