Yue Qingran covered her mouth and laughed secretly, and was amused by the two grandchildren of the living treasures. She looked at some herbs that she had never seen before and asked her in her mind, "Grandpa, are these herbs? I have never seen them before."

?”

Yue Qingran bought so many things at once, and the old man was happy to say a few more words, "Don't you know this?"

Seeing her shaking her head, the old man straightened his waist and pointed at the medicinal herbs, which were dried purple grass, which was Fenglanhua, which was Lanling, Qionglin grass..."

Yue Qingran frowned and listened carefully. These were all things she had never heard of or seen in modern times. She looked at the old man with a little doubt, "Grandpa, these are all your nonsense, right?"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He took out a worn-out book from the basket beside him, "No, take a look!"

Yue Qingran reached out to take it, ""The Record of the Hundred Grasses of Heavenly Gang"?"

The old man took off the wine gourd hanging on the crutch, opened the lid and sucked his mouth twice, and then smacked his lips.

Xiao Lingling approached and said to Yue Qingran: "This is my grandfather's treasure. Although he is just a barefoot doctor's medical skills, there are still hundreds of herbs that grandfather knows, and this book "Tiangang"

"The Record of Hundred Grasses" is a legacy of the Ghost Medicine Saint, and there are only two original works in the world."

Yue Qingran looked through a few pages, her eyes were filled with light. Before she could turn the next page, the book was taken away.

Her eyes moved with the old man's movements, and she quickly said: "Grandpa, you--"

The old man quickly stopped, "Stop! This book will not be borrowed or sold!"

Yue Qingran closed her hands together and begged, "Grandpa, just sell it to me. You tell me a price, I'll go raise money."

The old man was unmoved and "no money was exchanged."

Yue Qingran choked, even if she changed, she didn't have it. Her eyes were rolling, she winked at the little bell and begged for help.

The little bell pulled the old man's hem and kept wandering, "Grandpa, don't you still have a book at home that you copied by yourself? You can't bear to leave this original book, you can sell the copy to your sister. Isn't this the best of both worlds?

Is it?"

The old man pounded the head of the little bell, "You guy who is trampling on the inside, what's wrong with copying it? That's what I've worked hard for so many days and nights to get it? What to sell? I'm not enough to dig two more ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum.

Support us two?"

Xiao Lingdang looked at Yue Qingran and spread her hands helplessly, indicating that she could not help.

Yue Qingran thought for a while, "Then it's okay to borrow me to copy it? I won't take it away, I'll copy it here."

Seeing that the old man was still hesitating, Yue Qingran thought about taking out a silk handkerchief from his waist, and gradually opened it. A familiar golden hairpin appeared in front of him and handed it to the old man, "This is my mother's golden hairpin."

,I keep it all the time, including the herbs I want, I will copy it here. Until the end of the book, I can also help you and the little bell to see the stall. Add this gold hairpin and the gems on it should

Enough, if you don’t want a gold hairpin, you offer a price, and I will bring the silver money next time and redeem it.”

This golden hairpin was taken back by Yue Qingran at that time. It was the birthday gift given to her mother by the original owner's father. It was very memorable. She never took it out. She wanted to leave a memory for the original owner and Yue Hongle.

Now, she knew that if she didn't convince the old man in front of her, she might have missed it.

I can only bear the pain of giving up love, and I just hope to redeem it in the future.

Seeing that my grandfather wanted to refuse and still welcome him, Xiao Lingling rolled her eyes, "How much can this hairpin be exchanged for? I picked up so much money for free, but I don't know what to do if I should be happy about it? Don't

Just give it back to my sister!"

Seeing that Xiao Lingling reached out and was about to come and grab the hairpin, the old man quickly twisted his body, turned his back and took a bite quietly. Seeing that the golden hairpin was extremely gorgeous, he carefully put the golden hairpin into a cloth bag, "A word is determined, I will lend it to you."

Copy here!”

Xiao Lingdang looked at Yue Qingran proudly, her little eyes were extremely cunning. "Then I'll buy paper and pen for my sister!"

The old man shook his head, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, the girl is not a big one!"

Yue Qingran said funny, "She is still a child!"

"I'm about to be nine years old, a big girl."

Yue Qingran looked at herself. Little Lingdang was a big girl. So what was she? Old girl?

The old man took another sip of sake and waved his hand to Yue Qingran, "Girl, just look at the stall here, watch the price yourself, I'll go and go for a few more rounds."

The old man covered the cloth bag with one hand and the gourd crutch with the other hand. He left with satisfaction, smiling, "The smelly girl has a dowry..."

Yue Qingran smiled helplessly, looked up at the direction of Lingpu Tower, and touched Kong Kong's waist, "It seems that he has no chance to be with you this time."

I picked up Baicao Lu again and started reading it as if no one was around.

In a private room at this time———

The man tapped his slender fingers on the windowsill, supporting his head with one hand, overlooking the crowd coming and going, his movements were elegant and lazy!

"Have you come yet?"

"Return to the young master, the person in secret comes back and says--"

"say what?"

"Miss Yue bought a golden hairpin at the old man Xie's medicine stall. Now people are there to show the stall for the old man Xie."

Who else can be Chu Junmo and Mu Tong, who is there when the two people talking?

"What?" Chu Junmo was a little surprised, "Go and take a look."

"yes!"

Yue Qingran's painting skills can only be considered ordinary. After carefully recording the names, characteristics and functions of the herbs, they will carefully copy them stroke by stroke, and start over from scratch if there is any mistake.

Xiao Lingdang sat obediently beside her, and also picked up her pen to paint carefully as she looked.

Yue Qingran raised her head, stretched her waist wide, and moved her sore neck. Seeing Xiao Lingling put all the ink on her body, she couldn't help laughing, "Why are you like this?"

Xiao Lingling raised her head ignorantly, felt her nose sore, and raised her hand to rub it, "What's wrong with me?"

"Hahaha! Hahaha! The little bell has turned into dirty bells."

"Cough!" Chu Junmo's cough interrupted the two of them, "It seems that they have been doing well after just a while."

Yue Qingran withdrew his hand that was fighting with Xiao Lingdang, and when he saw that it was Chu Junmo, he withdrew his smile.

Xiao Lingling supported her head and looked at Chu Junmo and then looked at Yue Qingran, "Sister, who is this brother? Is it your husband?"

"Cough!" Yue Qingran coughed in shock, and faced Chu Junmo's eyes, and his face turned red, but fortunately it was blocked by a mask, which was not that obvious.
Chapter completed!