My imagination has come true

Mu Qingyun also didn't expect that Baiyun Village had such great potential that could be tapped.

The last time she came, she didn't stay long, but the whole village looked dilapidated, with dilapidated houses and muddy roads.

When she came back today, every house had been renovated. She didn't know what was going on inside, but the outside was very neat anyway. The roads were all gravel. She also saw Grandma Cai, who had not spun and weaved for a long time, moving her loom out again.

Mu Qingyun remembers that when the original owner was very young, he loved to watch Grandma Cai weaving. He felt that countless silk threads were passing through and beautiful pieces of cloth flew out of the loom, which was very magical and interesting.

There were many edible flowers and plants transplanted in the village. She glanced at them and saw at a glance that they were planted with great care.

Many flowers and plants have medicinal properties and can be used as medicine. They belong to the category of tonics that are beneficial to the human body. There are also some that can repel mosquitoes and repel insects, which are both effective and beautiful.

There are actually many types. They were cultivated in the mountains year after year by her senior brothers and sisters, who were led by her, little by little research, and basically the first thing she did when she got up every morning, Just pick flowers and dig out medicinal materials.

Generally, in suitable months, at night, the children are given a set of old clothes and a basket of flower seedlings, and are urged to plant and work.

At that time, they were not very good at planting, and they often made mistakes. Many flowers and plants did not survive for long and disappeared before they could be used.

The villagers are probably much better at their craftsmanship than they are, and most of the emotions expressed by these flowers and plants at this time are neutral and peaceful.

Mu Qingyun carried a basket, took a pair of scissors, and carefully cut out a basket of flowers, preparing to take them back to make tea.

The photographer who was following her looked at her bold gesture and almost couldn't help but break the rules and directly reminded her - if she did this, she would definitely be scolded by the audience if she appeared on TV later.

In their variety show, the photographer is the camera, and when speaking, you must use the camera to speak, and you must not use your voice.

"Hey, classmate Mu, if you like flowers, I'll buy a cart for you later. Didn't your teacher teach you when you were in elementary school that you shouldn't pick flowers on the roadside -"

Mu Qingyun smiled. This kid actually had a good outlook on life. When he looked back, he raised his eyebrows.

The visitor turned out to be the male protagonist Wang Mingyuan, who had been completely invisible in front of her recently. Wang Mingyuan was also followed by Jiang Minhua.

It's just that Jiang Minhua is different from before. Her expression is blank, as if she is not thinking about anything, her face is pale, and she is much thinner than before.

She quickly opened the script and looked at it. There was already a new plot quietly appearing in the script.

Wang Mingyuan was worried about his grandfather's illness. Jiang Minhua went to Baiyun Peak to seek elixir to save his life.

Mu Qingyun suddenly felt nervous.

'You bury the flowers and the fragrance invades your bones. I chase you into the underworld and find it difficult to meet you. 'A parody of an ancient poem suddenly appeared on the script.

Mu Qingyun remembered that it should be a poem from the Xiangshan layman in the Tang Dynasty. It was a mourning poem... Is it difficult to meet the soul after chasing it to the underworld?

The wind in the village seemed a bit cold, and she had a very bad premonition. Her mood was ruined all of a sudden, and she couldn't get it back.

Wang Mingyuan cocked his neck and looked at her. Mu Qingyun calmed down and pointed at the large wooden box standing three steps away from her, with a conspicuous red paper stuck on it.

A basket of flowers and plants for three cents.

The huge characters are clear and clear. There is a hole in the wooden box. Looking from the inside, you can see half a box of woolen bills.Mu Qingyun picked out the flowers, took out his wallet, rummaged around, took out the three-cornered coin and stuffed it in, nodded to Wang Mingyuan, turned around and left.

Wang Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, his face turned slightly red, and he said nonchalantly: "I didn't pay attention, didn't pay attention. I didn't expect that the village was quite good at making money."

The villagers passing by smiled and said: "If the guests want to drink flower tea, it is best to ask us to help pick them. This flower garden was built not long ago. Some flowers are not delicious if they are picked now. Unfortunately, some flowers will wither if they are not picked. We all know it’s wasteful. The purpose of building a box is not to make any money, but to pay some wages to the big guy who takes care of the flower garden.”

Wang Mingyuan followed Mu Qingyun's back with his eyes, said a few words, and hurriedly followed him. After thinking about it, he couldn't think of a way to get close, so he could only play straight.

He has always been more accustomed to hitting straight balls.

"Classmate Mu, I have something to discuss with you."

Mu Qingyun was a little absent-minded, paused, then turned around and pointed at the stone pier beside the road: "Sit down and talk?"

The village has prepared many stone benches, stone piers, and stone tables along the road. There are also freshly painted Go and chess boards on the tables.

There are also small wooden boxes placed under the table, containing playthings such as Go, chess, and leaf cards.

"Classmate Mu." Wang Mingyuan sat on the stone bench, his voice was very low, and he seemed a little anxious, "I will tell you what I have to say, and I won't hold back. I wonder if you can sell me the elixir that your Baiyun Sect has? "

"My grandfather was seriously ill. Our family found a good doctor to see him. The doctor said that he had reached the point where his life was exhausted and there was nothing he could do. However, Baiyunmen has a magic medicine that can cure him completely."

"My grandfather's name is Wang De'ai. He is the anchor of our Wang family. If there is anything wrong with him, more than a dozen companies under the Wang family will be in turmoil and may even close down. Perhaps hundreds of employees will lose their livelihoods as a result. He is very important to us. , important to everyone.”

Mu Qingyun was naturally not surprised, the script had been written very clearly.

"Needless to say, I can open our Baiyunmen's treasure house later and bring out the edible medicinal materials inside for you to see. You can just buy them at the market price."

"Or you can go to our medicine garden tomorrow and pick some for yourself. There is a price for this, just pay the market price."

Mu Qingyun also followed the script's thinking at first, thinking that the Baiyun Sect only had very few medicinal materials and that treating the old man from the Wang family would not save his senior brother's life.

But she has already returned to the sect. The medicinal materials are all from the box, not the strains. These medicinal materials are obviously arranged according to the scale of the Baiyun Sect's thousands of inner disciples.

Mr. Wang is alone and opens his mouth. Even if he needs to take a hundred doses of medicine, he can't finish it. Besides, the medicine garden grows on the top of the mountain. There are dozens of century-old ginseng plants, so there is really no limit to choosing one or the other. Case.

Mu Qingyun couldn't understand what the so-called elixir in the script was, and how it could bring the dead back to life. If there really was a recipe that could bring the dead back to life, she wanted to see it.

If something goes wrong, senior brother, this recipe may be useful.

"Is there a prescription? What medicines do you need?"

Wang Mingyuan was overjoyed, and then he was confused: "Huh?"

"Ah, what, what medicine do you need?"

Wang Mingyuan: "...spiritual medicine?"