I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

When Baicaoshi heard Zheyu's plan, her jaw almost dropped in shock.

If Zhe Yu lived in modern times, he must be at the level of "Soros", turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain. "Yu Bao, fortunately I'm in the same camp as you, otherwise I really wouldn't even know how to die."

She said it in a joking tone, and then her mouth was gagged.

his fingers.

"Don't say such unlucky things, you won't, you must live a long life." He said seriously and solemnly, as if she could really share the ups and downs with the years.

Baicaoshi's eyes were red with disappointment, "Then I'll work hard and live like an old goblin. Well, I'll set off now to find my patient."

The corner of Zhe Yu's mouth couldn't help running up again.

If the dignified King Xun knew that he was just a patient in the eyes of Baicaoshi, how would he feel?

**

In fact, as soon as Baicaoshi walked out of Kunming Academy, he met Ying Zhexun who was coming.

"Ah, Miss Bai, little genius doctor, we are really destined." Ying Zhexun was very enthusiastic, without the airs of a prince at all.

"My lord, I just happened to be looking for you." When Baicaoshi spoke, she didn't call herself a "minister" or "a servant", but she used "I" naturally. Ying Zhexun didn't think there was a problem, on the contrary Two of his men frowned.

"Then, find a place to talk in detail? Let's go to Quanjufang."

Yep, I'm addicted to eating.

"This time the king is the host."

Well, Baicao Poetry can't wait for it. The two men started to stare.

When they arrived at Quanjufang, everyone looked at King Xun who was following Baicaoshi, and they were all in good spirits. My shopkeeper is capable, and as a subordinate, I must not lose my position.

"You are cooked here, you order." Ying Zhe sat in the window seat and poured himself a cup of dendrobium tea.

Baicaoshi noticed small bubbles at the corners of Ying Zhexun's mouth, which were clearly signs of getting angry. "My lord, in the science of health preservation, it is said that harvest in autumn and store in winter. In autumn, dryness prevails and body fluids are easily damaged. The diet should be nourishing and moistening. I will order some nourishing dishes."

Ying Zhexun's eyes brightened, he is a good doctor, he never leaves his line. If he is invited to the mansion to serve food, he will definitely live to be eighty-eight in the future. "It's just according to the little genius doctor."

Baicaoshi ordered a few dishes such as nourishing lung tremella soup, stewed pork ribs soup with lotus root and so on.

"Hey, this tea tastes very similar to the tea I drank at the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites! I asked him for it, but he was still reluctant. He said it was filial to his own son, so he specially bought it from..." Ying Zhexun looked into the cup Huang Chengcheng's Dendrobium scented tea, the mood is particularly bright, "Where did you bring it?"

"From Wanzhou?" Baicaoshi said with a smile, with a relaxed expression on his face, "To tell you the truth, this kind of Dendrobium scented tea, known as the king of fairy herbs, grows among the cliffs thousands of meters above. Each plant of Dendrobium only produces a little bit, and less after drying. I don’t know how many times I fell off the cliff for this pot of tea. Bu Zhan and my husband Zhe Yu are classmates, so I sold him some.”

If you say that Ying Zhexun only thought tea was good just now, but now he thinks tea pickers are better. For this sip of fragrance, the little girl has suffered so much. How much effort did she spend on the black-headed snakes she used to make wine?

"It turns out that you picked the tea that Minister Bu served? Miss Bai, you really impressed me today. By the way, you just said, what do you want me to do?"

Baicaoshi stood up from her seat and bowed solemnly, "Is the prince still worried about the Wanzhou salt case? The little girl is not talented, so I would like to share my worries for the prince." As she spoke, she took out a small bottle from her sleeve. Open the mouth and pour out fine white salt.

It is even better than the salt from the Salt Salt Division.

"Where does this salt come from?"

"Salt Treatment Division."

"Salt treatment department is poisonous salt."

"My husband has been purified."

He finally did it, talent! Ying Zhexun stepped forward to help Baicaoshi, only to realize the difference between men and women. "I, Dayan, are really lucky to have such talents as you and your wife."

Baicaoshi raised her eyes, "The salt is not enough, but I have a plan to let the salt dealer hand over the salt." She told Zhe Yu's plan.

If it were an ordinary person's suggestion, Ying Zhexun might still have doubts, but Baicaoshi and Zheyu have made so many impossible things possible, and they have proved their talents. Ying Zhexun has no doubts about him.

"Okay, I will leave this matter to your husband. I will say hello to the prefect of Wanzhou."

The food has not been served yet, and the major issues have been negotiated. Zhe Yu even expected Ying Zhexun's reaction to be exactly as expected.

**

On October 22, there was an autumn rain in Wanzhou.

A piece of news was not afraid of the wind and rain, and quickly spread on the black market. A group of salt merchants entered Wanzhou, trying to get a piece of the pie.

On that day, the price of salt on the black market had already exceeded one hundred taels per bucket.

By the time the people from Zhizhou and King Xun rushed to the black market, the cucumbers and vegetables were cold, and the salt dealer had long since disappeared.

On October 23, the price of salt on the black market was eighty-five taels, but the team of salt merchants who came from behind only sold seventy taels per bucket.

The original salt merchants in the black market couldn't sit still anymore, and directly dispatched masters, intending to send the shit-stirring salt merchants on the road.

However, this wave of salt merchants seems to be very skilled, and their guerrilla tactics are also ingenious. In a daze, the existing salt merchants rushed to the air.

That day, the price of salt on the black market dropped again, down to fifty taels.

When the market closed, the price of a bucket of salt had dropped to thirty taels.

October 24 was the most intense moment of the salt price war. From twenty-five taels at the opening of the market in the morning, it dropped all the way to ten taels, one tael, and five hundred yuan, and the price of salt returned to normal. Countless people were ecstatic and bought their favorite salt from the black market.

However, when they left the black market, they took off their flat-headed civilian clothes, which clearly wore the clothes of officials in the government. Then, they happily transported the salt back to the Salt Control Department.

As for the team of salt merchants who played the shit-stirring stick, it was clearly composed of Zheyu, Zhenyilou, Nanqiang and the elite guards under King Xun. And the salt they sell is the first batch from beginning to end.

This is Zhe Yu's trick to force the salt dealer to spit out the salt.

The Wanzhou salt case seems to be settled, but there are still mysteries to be solved. Who is the organization behind this?

On the official road leading to Wanzhou, two batches of horses were galloping like lightning.

The long black hair flew backwards, and the robes rattled. The man's brows and eyes are cold, and the cold air is condensed and undisturbed.

"Master, it's too late, they lost." It was a woman's voice that spoke.

"We have laid out the forces in Wanzhou for many years, and he exposed so much at once, but we still lost. Pei Yuanhao and Pei Yizhi deserve to die!"

The whip was whipped on the horse's buttocks, and it seemed like it couldn't relieve the hatred.

The woman knew that in the end, someone would have to pay the price for this matter, shed blood and even put her head on the neck.

"Then, shall we give up Wanzhou?"

"Let Pei Xingzhi and Pei Lanzhi take over the affairs here, and hibernate again, in order to follow up."