The white-bearded old man outside the door met Wushuang and the others when he entered the door. He nodded kindly, stared at Wushuang's glasses as if he was smiling, and then turned around and went into the room and closed the door.

Wushuang looked at the old man's back in surprise. Why is this old man so strange? Ma Sihai is already in a tough body, but compared to him, this white-bearded old man is at least a hundred years old. The folds on his face are piled up in piles, and they can kill a mosquito. But seeing his walking movements, every step is full of strong wind. When he passed by Wushuang, Wushuang smelled a very strange smell on him. This smell cannot be described, a little sweet, a little sweet and bitter, like aged soap beans.

"Who will he be?"

Zhizhizhi... The white-haired and yellow-skin jumped left and right on Wushuang's shoulders and was restless. The two little beards' eyes were filled with green light, and they were abnormally excited. He kept staring at the white-bearded old man who had just entered the house, saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

"You little traitor! If my brother comes, you won't make peace with me, right? Humph! I'll kick you out tonight! Don't let you sleep on my kang!" Ma Ya gently flicked her white-haired and yellow-skinned little head.

But the small lesson still couldn't calm the white-haired and yellow skin. It jumped off Wushuang's shoulders and rushed to the window ridge. But it was already October 1st, and the temperature in the ridge was much lower than outside, and every household had its doors and windows closed. Its head hit the window and wanted to rush in immediately.

After all, Ma Ya is a girl. The girl is careful and immediately notices something is wrong with the old man with white beard, otherwise she would not have caused the white-haired and yellow skin to react so much.

"Brother, this old man may be a monster in the mountains! Should we go in?"

"Oh? The monsters in the mountains have changed? Are you too brave? You just turned into a human form and entered the village in front of so many people? It seems that he has a very good relationship with your grandfather! Let's not worry, he has no intention of harming you. Your grandfather's situation...well..." Wushuang didn't say anything.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned skin were so anxious that it was already crazy. The eyes of the two little mung beans were lit up, and they were so excited that they jumped up and down in the yard and tossed back and forth. The little paws pulled down a corn ridge, and then stole a carrot from the neighbor's house. After a while, they pulled out the coriander roots from the ground, and placed them in front of Wushuang for him to show them.

"Damn it, little beast, are you crazy, are you? I will show off and peel you and grill you to eat!" Lu Haotian cursed.

"Little guy, what are you going to do? What does it mean to show me these?" Wushuang looked at the different plants in front of him in surprise. Most of them had rhizomes or beards, but what do these mean?

"This little thing is very smart. It wants to tell you something, but it doesn't know how to express it." Ma Ya touched a white hair in the middle of its head as encouraged.

The little thing was recognized by the owner and became much more courageous, so he simply ran out of the village. After about ten minutes, he took a ridge of vegetation in his mouth and placed it in front of Wushuang.

"Platino? No, right? Platycodon can also become a sperm?" Wushuang grinned.

Ma Ya couldn't understand what the yellow skin wanted to express. Almost all the vegetation it brought back had roots. What was it?

At this time, a hunter in the village ran over, carrying a roe deer on his shoulder. It seemed that he had just returned from the ridge to honor Ma Sihai.

"Gee, hurry up and stew it for your grandfather later. There is nothing fun in my family. You should respect him. Just have such a little skill, don't make any decisions!" The people in the mountains are simple and can't speak, but they are all real people. Every household has a serious illness and minor disaster and will take care of each other.

"Mr. Third uncle, thank you. Didn't you come from a fever yesterday? Is it better? Don't walk around, rest well." Ma Ya took the roe deer sent by the hunter.

"It's okay, my body is hard and my head is buzzing and hurting before I woke up this morning. Unexpectedly, my son said to open the window for breathing. I don't know what evil wind is blowing in our village. It smells so fragrant. When I smell it, all the diseases and disasters on my body will disappear. Are you wondering? Haha..." The hunter smiled heartily.

"Yes, yes, Xiaoya, don't worry, the old man will definitely get better. My father had asthma last night and coughed up blood. He was going to the hospital just now. I just smelled the fragrance in the mountains and it's okay. The ancestors bless me. The old man doesn't often say that our Heilongtun is a blessed land. Manchus were all here, and Gada wanted to develop the dragon vein." A woman shouted loudly.

If it is possible that a cold and headache will be resisted by the human body's immunity, how could it be better for the old asthma for many years be fine? Wushuang looked at Ma Ya and felt that the weirdness in the village was related to the strange smell floating in the air.

And this smell also came to the village with the old man with white beard. It seems that he is indeed quite good. But what can be used to eliminate the pain by going back and forth? I think he may also be a medicinal herb.

"Brother, come on!" Ma Ya pulled Wushuang's hand and pulled him into his west room and closed the door.

"Oh, you two are so inappropriate. It's in broad daylight...tsk tsk tsk...why are you anxious?" Lu Haotian mocked.

"Yeah, this is not good, the villagers are watching outside!" Wushuang said this, but when he turned around and closed the door, he still stopped Ma Ya's slim waist from behind.

"Annoying, you have learned bad things from Brother Mouse. Let go, I'll let you smell the smell of this thing." Ma Ya took out an old lunch box from the drawer, opened the lid of the lunch box, and wrapped an old ginseng in it in a piece of red paper. Although this old ginseng is already shriveled, there are about twenty whiskers under it, which is definitely a good wild ginseng. Just a small piece of finger-shelf is probably a few thousand yuan. I don't know when the old man dug it out.

"Good thing! This old ginseng has grown for at least decades."

"Don't you let me see this, smell it, and see what it smells?" Ma Ya pushed Lao Shan Ginseng to Wushuang's nose and shook it.

Wushuang's eyes widened and said in surprise: "It's exactly the same as the white-bearded old man? You mean... no?"

"That's right, the King of Herbs ginseng! Only the King of Ginseng has such an effect. Didn't you notice that my grandfather suddenly became much more energetic as soon as he approached? Look, my grandfather has been chatting with him for so long and hasn't stopped?" Ma Ya pointed to the window of the east room and said.
Chapter completed!