The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou clicked on the video invitation for the enlightenment and saw the three familiar people again. She passed on the pestle, stone bowl and other things she usually used, and asked curiously: "Sister Lu, didn't you say you have everything over there? Why did you buy these?"

"Because she wants to completely replicate the ancient medicine-making process, naturally even the tools have to be the same as the ancient ones." Secretary Shen said with a smile.

She winked at Ming Youyou and said, "It must be very hard to make these things by hand. You should sell them for more points. Don't worry, Lu Ya is a rich woman, so don't show mercy."

Ming Youyou looked at her in surprise, then at Lu Ya, who was grinning with an expression that said, "I'm a wealthy person, come and get me." She calculated in her mind that the tools cost about ten taels of silver, so she opened her mouth and said, "Then I want a thousand points."

The three people on the opposite side couldn't help laughing and said, "I said this kid is very honest. He never makes a price that is right."

When Lu Ya had laughed enough, she moved her fingers and transferred the points to Zheng Dao, asking him to pass it on.

Ming Youyou heard the pleasant sound of gold coins falling, and then the system told her that 10,000 points had arrived.

She exclaimed, this is too much. Points are still a bit abstract to her, so Ming Youyou imagined in her mind that there was a bottle of facial cream worth ten taels of silver, and she sold it for a hundred taels. Oh, she seemed a little happy, but doing business like this was not honest, and she would be scolded to death by her family.

Lu Ya reassured her, "Not only are there points for buying tools, but there are also rewards for the last medicine-making video. Compared to the inspiration I received, ten thousand points are really nothing."

She has replicated the production process of the facial cream many times in the laboratory, and knows every detail by heart. "Didn't I ask you before why you didn't remove the roots of the plants?" she said, "Now I can tell you the answer."

"Although the root has no anti-inflammatory effect, it contains a very strong antioxidant component, which can preserve more effective substances in the juice."

This is also the reason why the seemingly crude ancient pharmaceutical methods are more effective than the cosmetics purified with high-precision equipment.

"And you said that the raw materials need to be picked around the summer solstice," Lu Ya opened a thermostatic box and took out several kinds of dried grass and handed them to her. "The ones on the right were collected outside the summer solstice. Can you tell the difference between them?"

Ming Youyou picked them up one by one and looked at them, then frowned and stacked several blades of grass together to compare. Except that some were thicker and greener, she really couldn't tell any difference.

Lu Ya smiled and said, "Look carefully at the leaves of the herb on the left."

Ming Youyou looked at them one by one, and her eyes were almost cross-eyed. Then she discovered that the bottoms of some leaves were stained with white substance. "Is it stained with dust?" She wanted to wipe it off with her fingers.

Lu Ya stopped her in time and corrected her: "This is the white frost that grows naturally from the herbs. I guess it only appears during the summer solstice. The anti-inflammatory effect of herbs that grow white frost is more than twice that of other herbs."

The ancients might not have been able to conduct such detailed research, but through practice, they discovered that herbs harvested around the summer solstice were more useful, so they stipulated that they should be picked at this time.

Ming Youyou also found it magical. It turned out that there were so many truths hidden in the seemingly rigid rules.

She had never thought about these things before. She just followed her grandfather's instructions and did things. Everything her grandfather knew was learned from his master, but how did her grandfather's master know all that?

Is there an ancestor or many ancestors who have picked herbs all year round and discovered different medicinal effects through repeated attempts? They may have spent several years, perhaps more than ten years, or even a lifetime, or several lifetimes, and finally wrote their experience in medical books, but there is only a short line of words: The best thorn grass is the strong one, and it must be used at the summer solstice.

Ming Youyou thought of the thin medical book her grandfather gave her, and suddenly felt that every word was very profound.

Lu Ya now has a strong interest in traditional Chinese medicine and is eager to see more of its skills. She said, "Don't forget to call me if you make facial cream again."

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up, "Are you interested in the ointment? I have an appointment with someone to make this tomorrow." She told him about the agreement with her apprentice.

"Okay, then we'll see each other tomorrow. But isn't it too easy for you to teach me the secret? I don't know if another 10,000 points will be enough." Lu Ya joked. She knew that the ancients attached great importance to skills.

Ming Youyou waved her hands hurriedly, "No need for new points. This ointment is not that difficult to make. My grandfather said it was just a result of ingenuity." It's just that no one has thought of sticking medicine on the body yet.

Lu Ya is indeed an expert in cosmetics. She immediately thought of a possibility, "Have you ever thought about applying the medicine to your face?"

Ming Youyou thought of the black mass of ointment and shook her head repeatedly, "Who would want to use that on their face?"

Lu Ya and Secretary Shen both laughed, "You are still young and don't know women's obsession with beauty. Forget about the black ointment. As long as it is effective, more radical methods are fine." What women try on their faces can be written into a history of human adventure.

The two of them told her about their experiences with using facial masks. Zheng Dao felt that what they said was still too abstract, so he took out a few of the masks he often used, and the three of them simply put them on together to show her. Zheng Dao pouted and said, "I don't have any for children, so I won't let you try it for now."

Ming Youyou looked at them blankly and felt that the people who were applying the facial masks relaxed a lot and spoke lazily. It seemed that Secretary Shen and Zheng Dao became closer and more casual.

She remembered that Mrs. Tao always complained that Mr. Tao always got drunk when he drank with others, but Mr. Tao said that he had to do it in order to get closer to people. It seemed that her father was the same, and he vomited after drinking several times. If there was this mask, they could chat while applying it, so they wouldn't have to drink so much.

Ming Youyou thought about it and started to tinker with it. She wanted to make a moisturizing product, and she didn't mind the dosage. Then she called Zheng Huan and the others over, smeared the paste on each of their faces, and then patted them with paper.

Seeing the three of them lazily craning their necks and half lying on the chairs to bask in the sun, like three big fat cats, she became more certain of her idea, and went back to the house and started making a big jar.

She happily put the jar away and prepared to send it to the county government office. But when the apprentice came the next day and she wanted to show off to him, she found that the big jar of medicine she made had become smelly and leaked water.