Chapter 1 Herb Picker

Author: Sister Huangxing is here

Chapter 1 Herb Picker

In the thirteenth year of Zhengzheng, the Yellow River burst its banks. Drought, locust plagues, and plagues followed one after another. The dead were lying on the road, and the people were in dire straits——

Ningzhou, Deling County.

Wukui Mountain.

Wow!

A series of small stones rolled down from the cliff and hit Su Heng in the face.

Su Heng frowned slightly at first, and then slowly woke up, breathing heavily.

He fell down a steep cliff.

If it hadn't been for a crooked neck pine growing on a big rock in the middle, which cushioned the impact, I would have died.

But even so.

Su Heng's current situation is not optimistic either.

His entire left arm has lost all feeling, and he doesn't know whether it was broken or dislocated.

Fortunately, the rest of the limbs can still feel a dull pain, indicating that there is no problem with the spine, but the muscles were bruised in the process of falling off the cliff.

The back of my head also felt a little dazed, and there were waves of coolness.

It should be bleeding.

Su Heng, however, ignored his injuries and struggled to turn his head to look in the direction of his left hand.

Even though his left hand had lost consciousness at this time, his whitened fingers were still holding tightly an earth-yellow herb that looked like a bamboo joint and was about the size of an arm.

This medicinal material is called Bamboo Ginseng.

Each additional bamboo section on the top represents ten years of vintage.

The bamboo ginseng in Su Heng's hand has ten bamboo joints arranged together, making it a top-quality century-old ginseng.

Such a century-old ginseng.

If it can be sold in the market.

Even in the Zhiyuan period when prices are skyrocketing, it can still be exchanged for three years of food for a family of five.

I saw the century-old ginseng in my hand safe and sound.

Su Heng breathed a long sigh of relief.

He lay on the soft sand and looked up at the light blue sky. A stream gurgled by not far away, and there was the sound of spring water.

unconsciously…

It has been almost half a year since I traveled to this world.

As a time traveler, Su Heng naturally has his own golden finger.

His golden finger is called Food Fairy, and he can absorb more nutrients from food.

And these nutrients, after being absorbed by the body, can unlimitedly strengthen Su Heng's body shape, bones, understanding and even life span.

It can be said.

As long as you have enough food and time.

Su Heng can grow to a terrifying level in this world. Becoming an immortal and becoming an ancestor is no longer a problem, and immortality is within reach.

However…

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

In this feudal dynasty called Dayue, the people were divided into four categories: Yue people, Southern Barbarians, Han people, and Northern people.

Among them, people from the moon have the highest status and people from the north have the lowest status.

Similarly, the rulers of the Dayue Dynasty also divided people into seventy-nine different household registrations according to different industries.

Su Heng is the lowest-status Northerner, and his household registration is medicine registration.

This also means that he can only be a precarious herbal collector for the rest of his life.

Just be a herbal collector.

To make matters worse, the drought is now severe, and the vegetation in Wukui Mountain has become much more desolate.

However, the court's taxation was becoming more and more stringent day by day, and the local gangs were rampant and became more and more rampant... Not to mention becoming an immortal and an ancestor, even having enough to eat every day became a luxury.

Su Heng also thought about hiding in the mountains and walking away.

Unfortunately.

Su Heng's father was very good to him, and his two sisters were also very good to him. But now that the family has experienced changes, he has become the only supporter. If he leaves...

"Crash!"

The sound of gravel coming from the distant path interrupted Su Heng's thinking.

somebody is coming!

After realizing this, Su Heng was not surprised, but his expression became sharp.

He groped on the ground with his right hand for a while, and a hemp rope appeared in Su Heng's hand.

This kind of hemp rope is usually tied around the waist and is a safety rope used by herb collectors to protect themselves when climbing cliffs. It needs to be soaked in tung oil for several days to make, and it is extremely tough.

But at this time, the end of the hemp rope had been cut off, and the cuts were neat. It was obvious that someone had cut it off with a sharp tool, and the purpose was self-evident.

"You want to kill people and seize treasures! You have a good idea!"

The crisis is gradually approaching.

Su Heng's mood became extremely calm.

Without any hesitation, Su Heng struggled to break open the century-old ginseng held in his left hand, stuffed the pieces into his mouth, chewed them hard and swallowed them.

Centennial ginseng is a very precious medicinal material, but its taste is not good, it is bitter and astringent.

At this time, it was mixed with blood and water and was swallowed by Su Heng.

The taste gets weirder and weirder.

Soon, a century-old ginseng plant was swallowed whole by Su Heng.

Under the influence of the Food Immortal's talent, the medicinal power of the century-old ginseng was quickly digested and absorbed by Su Heng.

Su Heng only felt waves of heat spreading from his abdomen, flowing along the blood vessels and tendons into his limbs and bones. His forehead was slightly red, his body was hot, and his chest was panting violently.

A numb and itchy feeling came from the wound.

The broken left hand regained consciousness. There was a crunching sound in the bones, and his body seemed to have grown taller.

Although the injury has not fully recovered, basic movements are no longer hindered.

The footsteps are getting closer.

Su Heng lay on the ground, squinting his eyes to see clearly the appearance of the visitor.

The person who came was a thin man with a sallow face, wearing a rag and linen shirt, and holding a simple knife for chopping firewood in his hand.

"It's jute..." Su Heng had an impression in his mind.

Huang Mazi, like Su Heng, is also a herbal collector. In the past, he had been favored by Su Heng's father, but he didn't expect that now he wanted to take action against him.

Sure enough, money and silk move people's hearts.

"He has a weapon in his hand, and my injuries have not healed yet. If we fight head-on, there is little chance of winning.

After briefly analyzing the situation, Su Heng made a decision instantly.

He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and continued to lie on the ground pretending to be dead, but his heart was extremely nervous.

rustle!

The sound of feet stepping on sand and gravel.

"Ah Heng!"

Huang Mazi stood not far away, shouting loudly, his pair of cloudy eyes now glowing as he looked around.

He even picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Su Heng's head.

Still no movement.

"Have you passed out completely?" Huang Mazi breathed a sigh of relief and strode towards Su Heng.

He squatted on the ground and rummaged in the medicine basket next to Su Heng.

However, after searching for a long time, the century-old ginseng plant was still missing.

"How is this going?"

Sweat appeared on Huang Mazi's forehead, and he felt something slightly bad.

He wiped his sweat, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Su Heng, who was lying on the ground a moment ago, had disappeared without knowing it.

"not good!"

Huang Mazi's heart skipped a beat and he turned to look behind him.

But he saw Su Heng with his back to the sun at this time, his thin figure shrouded in shadow, and his slightly childish face full of ferocity. A pebble the size of his head was being lifted high by Su Heng——

Smash it down hard.

Poof!

A stream of scarlet blood splashed high.
Chapter completed!