The Little Lucky Girl

Fortunately, Lu Ya was already online and brought her set of portable instruments with her. In fact, without any testing, one could guess that the herbs were fermenting.

Ming Youyou was a little frustrated, but also very curious, "Then how do you manage to get it whenever you need it? It's so convenient."

Could Lu Ya tell her how many preservatives and additives were contained in the facial masks they used? She coughed lightly and said, "In fact, it is best to use it immediately after it is made. We are all used to using ready-made ones here and are too lazy to do it ourselves. But it is different over there. I looked up information and found that in ancient times, there was a custom of noble ladies gathering together to grind pearl powder. I guess they would also be willing to pound their own herbs for facial masks."

Ming Youyou thought about it and it seemed that a guest had told her about this kind of thing. At that time, they both sighed that the people in Beijing really knew how to have fun. However, it was her first time to make a finished medicine independently, but she failed. She still wanted to know the reason.

Lu Ya was not a teacher at the institute, so she did not know how to explain a complex knowledge point in a simple and in-depth way. She found a video about microorganisms and sent all the information she had saved when she was writing the paper.

After watching the video, Ming Youyou felt like her brain was no longer working. She stared blankly at her hand and asked the system: "Are there really tens of thousands of bacteria on it as mentioned in the video?"

System: "It's not tens of thousands, it's hundreds of millions. Now you finally understand why I kept asking you to wash your hands before eating and not drink raw water."

Ming Youyou shuddered. "I, I swallowed so much dirty stuff before. Should I make some medicine to eat?"

"You're fine now, at most you just have a stomachache." The system felt that it had scared the child enough and began to comfort him, "But if there are any wounds on your body, you need to be careful..."

Ming Youyou listened attentively until there was a knock on the door. Then she came to her senses and hurried over to open the door.

Seeing her dazed look, Zheng Huan couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead, "Are you okay? Why did it take you so long to go in and get something?"

Ming Youyou then remembered what she was going to do. She could no longer show off her facial mask, so she changed the subject and prepared to make medicine plasters with her apprentice.

Today is a day off, and Master Cao has come early to watch them practice horse stance. However, Zheng Huan saw that Ming Youyou was not in good spirits and was worried about her using the switchblade, so he asked Master Cao for leave.

Master Cao also missed the medicine plaster he used last time, and when he heard that this was what they were making now, he was happy to let go and came over to help with great interest.

With strength in numbers, they quickly completed the preparations, and the rest was up to professionals like Ming Youyou and the apprentices to prepare.

The apprentice saw that everyone else had left after taking the things into the kitchen. He hesitated and said, "How about I wait outside too?"

Ming Youyou was puzzled. "Aren't you here to learn how to make medicine plasters? How can you learn outside?"

The apprentice asked nervously, "You taught me this, aren't you afraid that your family will say something about you?"

Ming Youyou waved her hand and said, "It's okay. I can make the decision." After thinking for a while, she added, "If you have anything good, teach me later."

The apprentice actually relaxed after hearing this. He nodded and promised solemnly: "I will ask Master when I get back. If he says he can teach you, I will definitely teach you."

As if he was not very confident in his master, he added in a low voice: "If it doesn't work, you can wait until I become a master and can make my own decisions, and then I will come to teach you."

Seeing that the water had boiled, Ming Youyou put the medicines in one by one and instructed his apprentice to stir it.

As expected of a medical student, the apprentice cared more about controlling the temperature than she did, fearing that the medicinal properties would be lost accidentally. He also asked very detailed questions, which left Ming Youyou, who only had a vague understanding of medicine-making, unable to answer many of the questions. She had no choice but to secretly seek help from others, and only then was she able to successfully make the finished medicine.

Both of them learned a lot from this pharmaceutical manufacturing experience. They chatted happily while waiting for the medicine to cool down.

Ming Youyou knew that the apprentice was called Zheng Song, and that he had taken Doctor Meng, the owner of Baicaotang, as his master. He had been in the clinic for three years, and in addition to doing various chores every day, he also identified herbs, memorized their properties, and memorized prescriptions. Today was his first time making medicine, so he was very grateful to Ming Youyou.

Ming Youyou frowned and said, "I haven't learned anything in three years. Isn't this just a waste of time?"

The apprentice smiled and said, "This is what it's like to be someone's apprentice. My master is pretty good and has taught me a lot. I heard that some apprentices are still doing odd jobs after being apprentices for seven or eight years. We are not like you. We have a family education and you know so much at such a young age."

Ming Youyou puffed out her chest proudly, "Come over when you have time, and I'll teach you something else."

The apprentice's eyes lit up, and he was about to nod vigorously, but then his expression darkened again, "Forget it. When the master asks me what I learned, I can't hide it." But if he told him, wouldn't that be betraying his friend?

Ming Youyou didn't think there was anything wrong with it, because the teachers at the research institute taught her without reservation, and always said that they were afraid that their skills would be lost, and they wanted her to help them accept 800 apprentices. So she was very generous in teaching others, well, with the exception of her family's facial cream recipe.

Outside the kitchen, Zheng Huan and the other two were standing in horse stance, listening to the noise inside with bated breath. Seeing that the apprentice was honest and didn't try to get Ming Youyou to talk, they felt relieved and didn't stop them from having contact.

When the ointment was almost cool, Ming Youyou and the apprentice began to apply it on the oil paper. Master Cao immediately came over, rubbing his hands and laughing. Ming Youyou said he understood and raised the ointment in his hand and said, "Let me apply it on you."

Village chief Guo had already sent his grandson to watch over them. When he saw that they had really made it, he and his uncle immediately rushed over, wanting to try out the freshly-cooked dish.

It’s true, when the medicine patch with residual warmth was put on the waist, it felt so hot and comfortable. The two old men and a middle-aged man all lay on the bed and sighed with contentment.

Village chief Guo said to Ming Youyou, "This medicine is not easy to make. If you are not careful, the whole pot will be ruined. So if those people in the village come to you for it, you can't give it to them for free. Give the rest to your second grandfather, and grandpa will help you exchange it for money." After saying that, he glanced at Master Cao seemingly inadvertently.

Master Cao immediately understood what he meant, carefully raised his upper body, and took out a pair of sandbags from his arms, "This is what my husband made for me to thank you, young lady."

The sandbag had a muslin base and was wrapped in a satin bag. It looked much prettier than her original one.

Ming Youyou happily took it, touched it with her little hand, and said in surprise: "Hey, the thing inside is round, isn't it sand?"

Master Cao opened the port inside and poured some of the stuff into her little hands. "These are beads made from leftover jade. They are not worth much, but I think they are cleaner than sand. I'm sure you will like them."