My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng looked at the herbs around him and asked, "By the way, your clinic is responsible for picking herbs. What year do they usually pick?"

"Well... you have to score the herbs, but generally speaking, herbs that take time to take effect can only be used on patients after at least a hundred years. This is the rule of the king's soldiers."

Chu Qing's words made Yang Feng exclaim "Wow!"

According to this regulation, any pharmacy outside that violates this rule will probably be shot.

Yang Feng looked carefully at the medicinal herbs around him. Most of them were actually more than a hundred years old, but no one from the clinic came here to pick them. This showed that they really had inexhaustible medicinal herbs.

Think about it too.

In such an environment and material conditions, people rarely get sick.

With so many medicinal fields, how many medicinal materials can be used by just over 10,000 people?

Yang Feng felt that this place was still too luxurious.

Chu Qing thought Yang Feng was making a fuss and said, "By the way, you said you wanted to pick herbs to help my grandfather cure his illness. What herbs should we pick?"

"I originally just wanted to bring back some common medicinal herbs, but now it seems..."

Yang Feng took a deep breath and said, "In this place, I can treat all the medicinal materials as high-quality ones."

He had never fought such a prosperous battle in his life.

No matter what kind of medicinal material, you can find higher-grade varieties here, which was something Yang Feng had never thought of before.

Soon, Yang Feng saw ginseng growing in the distance.

After he pulled out the ginseng, he simply identified its age.

"This has been going on for at least three hundred years."

Yang Feng sighed.

As he spoke, he placed the ginseng on a stone nearby.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of hot spiritual power emanated from Yang Feng's hands.

Chu Qing opened her eyes wide and watched everything with great interest, especially the way the ginseng was dried out of moisture almost instantly.

What’s even more strange is that the ginseng was not on fire, but was just very hot.

"You ancient warriors are so powerful that you can even have something like this."

Chu Qing opened her eyes wide.

Yang Feng was a little surprised and asked, "Don't the ancient warriors in your world know how to do this?"

"I haven't heard of it. We have to dry our own food."

"This martial art is called Heat Flame. It can dry out some things by controlling spiritual energy."

Yang Feng smiled.

What he didn't say was that this kind of martial arts was originally used against humans.

Imagine if this temperature was used to dry out an opponent. What a cruel method that would be.

Fortunately, Yang Feng didn’t have such an idea, so he just used it to roast tea leaves and other things.

Chu Qing was very envious and said, "It would be great if I were also a ancient warrior."

“Maybe there will be a chance in the future.”

"No, ancient warriors are all born."

Chu Qing shook her head.

Yang Feng didn't say much, just said: "Pick some more herbs and take them back."

"Row."

"By the way, I have another question."

Yang Feng suddenly said, "Who is in charge of the medicinal materials here? Can I see some lists?"

"That's fine. In fact, in our world, there are basically no secrets. Most things are public. If you want to see it, you can go directly to the clinic in Chu Village."

Chu Qing spoke truthfully.

"Thank you."

What Yang Feng actually wanted most was to find some medicinal herbs that might have become extinct outside.

And the most crucial medicinal ingredient is the Emperor's Tail that Yang Feng had been thinking about all along.

Yang Feng felt very depressed when he thought about how he sold his dignity and finally got a little bit of the emperor's tail in return.

But in a place like this, Yang Feng felt it was not surprising to find any medicinal herbs.

After finding the medicinal herbs here, Yang Feng looked at the herbs in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

"If it were outside, these herbs would cost at least hundreds of thousands of dollars."

Yang Feng sighed.

Chu Qing didn't care about these things. She just watched Yang Feng pick up the medicine and asked curiously, "Can you really cure diseases? I don't think I've seen them use these herbs very often before."

"Just listen to me."

Yang Feng was full of confidence and said, "Let's go back first. I'll make some medicine for your grandfather first and then see the effect."

In fact, even Yang Feng is looking forward to what kind of effect such medicinal materials will have.

The two returned to Chu Qing's home.

The old man was sitting in the yard, holding a bamboo basket in his hand.

He walked to the chicken coop with difficulty and scattered a handful of rice.

Suddenly, the sound of a group of chickens eating came from the chicken coop.

Chu Qing and Yang Feng came back, and he turned around and said, "You're back so soon."

"I'll ask Xiaoqing to make some medicine for you first, and then I can give you two injections."

Yang Feng said, "When I was at the clinic just now, I happened to bring out some silver needles. I didn't expect that they would come in handy."

"Hey, you can use a needle?"

“I guess I know a little bit.”

Yang Feng did not give further explanation.

He first helped the old man to the living room of the house.

There is a bench here with a straw mat on it.

It is so comfortable to sit on the straw mat in this kind of cool weather.

Yang Feng also asked the old man to lie on the bed first, and then gave him a few injections.

Then, he explained the details of boiling the medicine to Chu Qing.

After boiling a bowl of soup with a dose of medicine, Yang Feng brought it out to cool it down, and asked the old man to drink it all.

Soon, the old man felt sleepy.

As he fell asleep on the bench, Yang Feng stopped.

Chu Qing looked at her grandfather, then quickly looked at Yang Feng and asked, "Is my grandfather okay?"

"It's okay. I think I should be fine after a while of sleep, probably two or three hours."

Yang Feng took a look at the sky outside and said, "It seems that the sky over here will get dark later."

“I don’t quite understand.”

"It's about eight o'clock outside, and it starts to get dark here."

Yang Feng said, and continued: "This is quite suitable for living, but I don't know if it can be divided into seasons."

“We have two seasons.”

"Yeah, but it seems like these two seasons are just for farming, there's not much difference."

Yang Feng looked up and said, "Just like today, the air is still so mild."

“Isn’t it like this outside?”

"Of course not. There are hot summers and cold winters outside. Sometimes there are typhoons or floods."

Yang Feng shook his head, but recalled Sima Shan’s plan in his mind.

Does he really want to put more than one billion people into the shelter he created?

But that would result in the most harsh living environment for humans.

Yang Feng felt that Sima Shan would certainly be able to think of it, so it didn't seem so real.

"Black and White Plan..."

Yang Feng began to recall this in his mind.

He always felt that this black and white plan was not that simple, especially since it also said that the execution of this black and white plan would precede the Spark Plan.

Yang Feng sat on the steps at the door.

He looked at the ants in the yard, but thought silently for a long time.