Daohua stayed in Peach Blossom Temple for five days, and then took the emperor down to earth for five days.

Daohua was heartbroken when she saw her master making medicated meals for Fifth Master every day, so she had no choice but to reform through labor.

Fortunately, the emperor really wanted to know more about farming, and the crop output in Daohua Village was higher than elsewhere. He also wanted to see what was going on, and he was willing to cooperate. In this way, the two people got along well.

Quite enjoyable.

There were foreign guests, and Daohua originally wanted to wait until Mr. Wu and the others left before leaving, but Mrs. Li sent someone to deliver a letter asking her to go back, so she could only leave reluctantly.

Before leaving, he repeatedly told Gu Jian not to make any more medicinal meals for Mr. Wu.

Here, when the emperor saw that Daohua had finally left, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had learned a lot about farming these days and saw the hard work of farmers, he was still really tired.

"Uncle, is the marrow grass mature?"

Gu Jian took the emperor to the pharmacy: "I have been observing these days, and the marrow grass has not changed. It should not continue to grow."

The emperor quickly asked: "Can we prepare the Eight Meridian Pills now?"

Gu Jian nodded: "Okay."

The emperor saw Gu Jian frowning and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

Gu Jian: "The marrow grass I planted this time is not half as big as the one that girl Daohua planted last time."

The emperor frowned: "Why is this?"

Gu Jian didn't quite understand either. He was silent for a while and asked uncertainly: "Is it because the fertility of the soil has decreased?"

Emperor: "...it should be possible."

Gu Jian: "I have checked. The marrow grass is mature and can be used as medicine. It has been more than half a month since you came out. It is not good to stay any longer. I will prepare the Eight Meridian Pills for you immediately."

The emperor nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle."

When Gu Jian was preparing the Eight Meridian Pills, the emperor summoned Wei Qi: "Where did that girl from the Yan family get the soil? Can it be detected?"

Wei Qi nodded: "We found it."

Emperor: "Take the people there and come back with more soil over there."

Wei Qi hesitated for a moment.

When the emperor saw it, he immediately asked: "What, is something wrong?"

Wei Qi replied: "To be honest with you, master, when the medullary grass was planted, my subordinates had already taken the soil there and experimented with other medicinal herb seeds."

Emperor: "Have you tried it? What was the result?"

Wei Qi showed a bitter look on his face: "My subordinates have not grown anything. For this reason, I also asked many herbicide farmers, but they all said that this is just ordinary soil with nothing special about it."

The emperor frowned: "What's going on with that pot of soil in uncle's pharmacy?"

Wei Qi shook his head: "My subordinates don't know either."

The emperor pondered for a moment, then turned around and entered the pharmacy. After a while, he came out with a handful of soil: "Go to the pharmacist and ask if there is any difference in the soil?"

Wei Qi carefully took the soil and left quickly.

That night Wei Qi came back with a gray-haired medicine farmer.

"Master, this old man's family has grown medicinal herbs for a living for generations, and he often collects medicinal herbs in the mountains and forests. He said that the soil I took was ordinary forest soil."

Hearing this, the emperor looked at the medicine farmer: "Are you sure, old man?"

The medicine farmer saw that the emperor's identity was unusual, and he was a little cautious, but he still nodded affirmatively: "The soil that the little brother showed us is ordinary mountain and forest soil."

The emperor thought for a while and then went into the pharmacy and took out the porcelain basin: "Look at what's inside."

The medicinal farmer smelled and tasted it, and then affirmed: "This kind of soil can be found everywhere in the mountains, but..."

Emperor: "But what?"

The medicine farmer smiled and said: "The soil seems to be more fertile."

The emperor asked a few more questions, but when he found out nothing, he signaled Wei Qi to take him away.

"Does planting of medullary grass require sufficient soil fertility?"

The emperor looked at the porcelain pot. Because the soil fertility had decreased, the marrow grass picked for the second time was not as big as the first one?

Apart from this reason, the emperor cannot think of any other reason.

Eunuch An thought for a while and said, "Master, you can take the porcelain basin back. There are many doctors in the palace, and there are also many farmers in the royal medicine store. Maybe they can find out the reason."

The emperor nodded casually.

He felt that it was very likely that the girl from the Yan family had just gotten lucky and happened to have a pot of fertile soil suitable for the growth of meridian grass. If she wanted to encounter it again in the future, it would probably depend on God's will.

The emperor is not a person who likes to be serious about death. Since he succeeded to the throne, he has encountered many things that cannot be explained for the reason. It is nothing to just plant the marrow grass casually.

This time without Daohua's help, Gu Jian worked hard for two days before formulating the Eight Meridian Pills.

"Old man, weren't there three last time? Why is there only one this time?" Eunuch An couldn't help but ask.

Gu Jian briefly explained: "The medullary grass last time was big, so I took three pills. If I take two pills this time, the effect of the medicine may be weakened."

The emperor smiled and said: "One is enough." Although he wanted to keep one more, pass it on to his son, or reward others, but these were not as important as opening up the eight extraordinary meridians himself.

After that, Gu Jian began to cook medicinal bath soup.

Perhaps because of his old age, the emperor soaked for four days before opening up the eight extraordinary meridians.

He felt that his body was much lighter, as if the emperor who was several years younger was very happy. He bowed ninety degrees to Gu Jian: "Thank you, uncle."

Gu Jian smiled and said "Hmm", then thought of something and said, "Don't forget the contribution of that girl Daohua."

The emperor smiled and said: "Uncle, don't worry, she is your apprentice, I can't treat her badly."

Gu Jian took advantage of the situation and said: "I see that she and Yeyang are getting along quite well, and my sister is very optimistic about the two children. You... consider whether to give the two children a marriage or something."

Hearing this, the emperor was stunned for a moment: "Giving the eldest daughter of the Yan family to Ye Yang? Isn't this too unfair to Ye Yang?"

There was some displeasure on Gu Jian's face: "Why have you wronged Yeyang? Apart from Daohua's lower family background, in other aspects, whether it is appearance or character, is there anything worse than a noble girl?"

"Besides, after Yeyang came to Zhongzhou, he got closer to the Yan family. The two children know each other well and have similar temperaments. I think they are a good match."

Seeing his uncle's serious face, as if he was in a hurry if he didn't agree, the emperor smiled a little: "Uncle, I will consider this matter carefully. No matter what, I have to ask Xiaojiu, don't you think so?

?"

Gu Jian snorted: "Ask Xiaojiu? I think it's better to forget it. That guy even straightened up his concubine and has no sense of right and wrong, so don't count on him."

The emperor touched his nose and said that he also agreed to strengthen the Ma family in order to contain the Jiang family: "Uncle, don't be anxious. By the way, Yeyang said that he has to make the decision on his own marriage...

..."

At this point, the emperor suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!