3: Dispensing dicine 3: Dispensing dicine Editor: _Lunaelle, The_Dreamweavers Peter thought about it all night.
The debt of more than 40,000 dollars weighed heavily on his heart.
If he didn’t solve this problem, Kate would not be able to go to college, and the family’s financial struggles would continue.
It seed that he had no choice but to try the things he had learned from his acquired knowledge.
If it really worked, perhaps a turn for the better was just around the corner for his family!
Early the next morning, Peter headed out the door with a backpack.
“Peter, where are you going?”
Seeing her son leaving with a backpack, Liza quickly asked.
“Mom, when I was in prison, I learned so knowledge about identifying herbal dicine, and I also read quite a lot in books.
I want to go up the mountain to see if I can find so dicinal herbs to sell in the city.
I heard they are worth quite a bit.”
Hearing this, Liza nodded and said, “Be careful, and don’t go too far.”
With a promise, Peter followed the mountain path upwards.
“It’s Peter, huh?
Just got back and already going out?” On the way, Peter saw Mrs.
Collins working in the fields.
“I’m going to collect herbal dicine up in the mountains,” Peter replied.
“You know herbal dicine?”
“I learned a bit.”
“You can learn this kind of stuff in prison?” Mrs.
Collins shook her head and continued weeding the wild grass.
Mrs.
Collins was also a beautiful woman in her late twenties, but her husband had been working away from ho, leaving her to do all the housework alone.
As a result, her face had beco tan over the years.
As Peter walked along, he rembered how amazed he was when Mrs.
Collins first married into the village.
When she arrived, he was just seventeen!
Before he knew it, three years had passed!
Peter shook his head, feeling his lost mories returning.
“Spring Wind Grass!”
As he walked, a wild plant caught Peter’s attention.
Upon reaching the wild plant, Peter carefully compared it with the Spring Wind Grass from his mory and imdiately smiled.
It was indeed the type of herbal dicine he needed.
Carefully digging out the Spring Wind Grass and putting it in his backpack, Peter beca more confident in the content of his mory.
Peter’s biggest concern was whether the herbal dicines in his mory were now extinct.
Although these dicines were the most common ones in that vast body of knowledge, and it was said that they could be found on the roadside, he was still worried after such a long ti had passed.
Now that he had found this herbal dicine, Peter finally let go of his worries.
“Peter, what are you digging that wild grass for?” At that mont, a booming voice ca over.
Peter looked up and saw Mr.
Jensen, greeting him promptly.
“Hello, Mr.
Jensen.”
“I an, Peter, that wild grass is all over the mountain.
What are you going to do with it?
You don’t seem to be raising pigs at ho.”
“I learned so knowledge about identifying herbal dicine in prison.
I’m going up the mountain to practice.”
“Oh, there aren’t many dicinal herbs on this mountain, but plenty of wild grasses exist.
Be careful; there are quite a few snakes up there.”
Jensen said a few words and then went down the mountain.
As Peter watched Jensen head down the mountain, he continued to search for the herbal dicines he needed.
When Peter found another Spring Wind Grass, he realized that Mr.
Jensen was right; this kind of herbal dicine was indeed very common, and it was everywhere on the mountain.
Afterward, Peter’s backpack was filled with the herbal dicines he needed.
Now Peter understood that the knowledge he had obtained was too ancient, and many of the nas of the herbal dicines had completely changed.
“Pete, why did you dig up so much wild grass?” Kate ca over to look as Peter put down his backpack.
“This is the herbal dicine you ntioned?” Liza also ca over to take a look, and there was deep concern in her eyes.
Peter smiled and said, “Don’t underestimate these things.
In fact, everything in the world is valuable.
Even the wild grass on the roadside has its value.
Their usefulness depends on the recipe, and as long as they are properly combined, their effects will be powerful.”
After collecting these herbal dicines, Peter beca even more confident in the knowledge he had acquired, and when he spoke, he had a certain aura about him.
After watching Peter’s face for a while, Kate laughed and said, “Pete, you are so knowledgeable!”
Liza also smiled and said, “Alright, alright, you make a good point.”
“Mom, do we have any alcohol at ho?
Spirit will do.”
“Yes.
there’s still half a jar left from when your grandfather bought it.
We haven’t touched it yet.”
At these words, Liza thought of her late father-in-law, and her expression darkened.
Peter looked at the ancient-looking jar, and nodded, “Alright, I’ll make dicinal wine.”
Following the techniques he had learned, Peter started working inside the house.
Only the tips of the Spring Wind Grass roots could be used, the middle layer of the bark of the cypress, the second part of the three-section grass…
Peter didn’t know what these herbal dicines were called now; he just searched according to the nas in his mory, then prepared them according to the requirents of his mory.
“Pete, why do you only use a small part of each thing?” Kate curiously looked at her brother and found that he had beco sowhat unfamiliar since his return.
He seed to know so many things and no longer seed impulsive as he used to be; he appeared much calr.
Her brother had changed!
Watching Peter work, Kate beca even more puzzled.
“This is knowledge about dicine.
You don’t understand yet.
This is the dicinal wine that’s going to pay your tuition fees.”
With a smile, Peter continued doing his work while talking to his little sister.
After checking the jar carefully and finding no problems, Peter threw the prepared herbal dicines into the jar according to the order required by his mory.
After finishing, Peter closed the jar and smiled at his sister, “Alright, we can take it to sell for money tomorrow.”
Kate pointed at the jar and said, “Can this really be sold for money?” She burst into laughter.
Peter laughed as well.
“Forget it if you don’t believe .”
At lunchti, Raven heard about Peter making dicinal wine and sighed, “Son, take it slow with the money repaynt.
Don’t worry.
You stay at ho for a while and think about your future after you have rested.”
“Yeah, Peter, don’t be impatient.”
Liza was also deeply worried, thinking that her son had just co ho and she didn’t want him to get into trouble again.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be impulsive again!”
Peter, of course, knew what his parents were thinking.
“Pete, even if I don’t go to college, it’s okay.
Many of my sisters have gone to work in the city.
I can go there and work, too.
We’ll all work together, and we’ll definitely be able to pay off the debt.”
Kate spoke earnestly.
Seeing the three family mbers say so, Peter didn’t want to explain further.
He smiled and said no more.
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