Chapter 20 Honeysuckle and the Goblin
Grandma Giselle’s herbal shop.
Yeats walked into the store and smelled the aroma of herbs in the air. Various bottles and jars were placed on the shelves, and garlic, mountain flowers and tangerine peels were dried on hanging ropes.
When Giselle learned that the lord was here to visit Reggie Leif, there was a flash of surprise on her wrinkled cheeks, her cloudy eyes flickered, and she said softly:
"Previously It rained a few days, and the child caught a bit of wind and cold. He will be fine after taking a rest.”
Yeats's hanging heart was slightly relieved, and he secretly reminded himself.
Sickness and drug shortages are very common in this world. When Chenshuang Ridge is developing, it should also provide basic medical protection.
The main ingredients of contemporary cold medicines are ginger, mint and verbena.
But these three herbs like sunlight and are not suitable for planting in Chenshuang Ridge at all.
Only one kind of herb with strong growth ability can endure the cold wave and grow happily in Chenshuang Ridge.
Its name is honeysuckle, and its local name is Lonicera japonica, a good medicine for clearing away heat and detoxifying.
If a honeysuckle field can be opened in Chenshuang Ridge, it will become an important source of medicine in Chenshuang Ridge.
"Take me to meet Reggie Leif."
"Lord, Reggie Leif is still sick. I'm worried that you will be infected by her."< br>
More than a hundred years ago, a sudden epidemic swept the entire continent.
No matter humans, elves, orcs, they cannot escape the infection of the disease.
It was also at that time that humans on this Midgard Continent established their understanding of disease transmission.
“It’s out of the way.”
Under Yeats’s firm request, Giselle led him and guard Gray into another room.
There is no fireplace in the simple bedroom, only a firepit made of earth. Lying on the straw mat next to it is Reggie Leif, curled up in an old wool blanket, her face flushed with fever. .
"I met this child in the forest." Gray folded her arms and said, "At that time I saw her picking blue mountain flowers. When I went up to ask, I found out that there was not enough material. She wanted to go out and pick some by herself. I saw her The situation was very wrong, so I took her back."
"I was too careless," Granny Giselle said shamefully, "This child often went to play in the forest, and I didn't take it seriously at first. "It wasn't until Miss Gray brought her back that I realized that she was very ill."
Yeats frowned slightly: "There is not enough information, why don't you tell me?"
"Lord..."
The fire in the fire pit illuminated Reggie Leif's smooth blond hair. She opened her misty blue eyes, her voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan, and she said uneasily:
"Please...don't blame Granny Giselle, I went to pick the flowers myself..."
"Just ask Yeats to buy it." Gray interjected.
Reggie Leif’s eyes dodge and he lowered his head again.
"I think this will do, I can save a few copper coins for the lord..."
Yeats was stunned... Anyway, she was not suitable for work anymore.
"The job of making potions is not suitable for Reggie Leif, what do you think, Granny Giselle?" Yeats turned to ask.
"Everything will follow your orders, Lord."
"No." Tears welled up in Reggie Leif's eyes, and she begged, "I was wrong...Lord, Next time, I won't dare to get sick again..."
Yeats' heart suddenly softened.
This job of seventy copper coins a day can greatly reduce the burden on the family, so Little Red Riding Hood is unwilling to give up.
However, with Reggie Leif's current situation, she would really be hung up from the streetlight if she was allowed to work again.
At this time, Yeats felt the corner of his clothes being grabbed. Reggie Leif raised her thin arms, with tears of grievance in her eyes, and had no strength to speak any more.
Yeats sighed.
"Did Reggie Leif's parents know that she was sick?"
"I haven't had time to tell them yet." Gray said, "I'll tell you first, after all, she is I work for you.”
"Then there's no need to notify her, I'll cure her right away." Yeats said.
Gray and Granny Giselle were stunned at the same time.
“I’ll lend you your kitchen, Granny Giselle, and all the dandelions and honeysuckle I take from your store will be charged to my account!” Yeats walked towards the counter.
Giselle hesitated and said: "The lord is going to make the medicine himself? But what is he doing in the kitchen?"
Gray looked at the back of the silver-haired boy, showing a relieved look, and smiled He said:
"For him, making medicine is equivalent to cooking!"
Pan bark, honeysuckle, honey... various raw materials were added by Yeats into the red-hot clay pot.
The pleasant aroma gradually blends with the herbal aroma.
They say good medicine is bitter, but the medicine made by the lord is fragrant, which makes Giselle full of doubts. "Food not only brings deliciousness, but more importantly, brings health."
Yeats murmured to himself, subtly revealing an additional understanding of the spirit of food.
To briefly describe this understanding, food and medicine are essentially the same thing.
So, Yeats was not only able to make potions into food, but he was also able to put medicine into food. He integrated the two!
“This is really a good medicine——”
Yeats complained in his heart, took the hot syrup out of the pot and checked its properties.
[Honeysuckle honey syrup: two stars. The syrup made from honeysuckle and honey is sweet and soothes the throat. After drinking, it can cure colds and other illnesses. 】
"Mother-in-law, please give Reggie Leif medicine." Yeats ordered, "Give me a hand, Gray, help her up."
"Okay."
The firelight shone on the skinny girl's sickly red cheeks. She weakly opened her mouth and drank a spoonful of syrup.
Gradually, a glimmer of light appeared in Reggie Leif's sea-blue eyes.
Giselle pressed her forehead against Reggie Lev's forehead, with a look of surprise in her eyes.
The fever actually went away.
Lord, your attainments in potions are truly admirable!
Reggie Lev's anxious voice sounded in the room.
"Lord...I..."
Yeats interrupted her thanks and smiled.
"Using your talents is the greatest help to me, do you understand?"
Reggie Leif's throat rolled up and down, and tears dripped from her chin to the quilt.
She was unable to speak, her eyes flashed, and the figure of the silver-haired boy was reflected in her eyes, and she nodded slowly but firmly.
*
Three days later.
The Starlight Chamber of Commerce and Yeats completed the handover of payment. The first batch of two hundred gold coins has been transported to Chenshuang Ridge and has been fully invested in construction.
During the transaction, Lena also presented a transaction document, which Yeats couldn't understand. After letting the professional Gray check that there was no problem, she signed her name.
Since the money was used for construction, the Lord's Mansion did not even have the money to repair it, but the villagers voluntarily reinforced the Lord's Mansion, and the air leakage was finally filled.
On a hillside not far from the rye field, several acres of honeysuckle fields were opened up.
The frail girl wore a red hood and carried a long oak cane, following closely behind the noble boy.
Looking at the newly opened fields, Yeats was filled with joy and smiled, his hair swaying in the wind.
"Rigi Leif, do you know what kind of field this is?"
"Back to the lord, I don't know..." Little Red Riding Hood said coquettishly.
“It’s honeysuckle, also called honeysuckle.”
Yeats looks out over the fields between the hillsides.
“A plant that does not have high requirements on soil, moisture, and climate and can grow almost anywhere. It can be used as an ornamental flower and as an herbal medicine to clear away heat and detoxify.”
Yeats's voice was filled with emotion:
"Not even the cold wave can beat it!"
"I remember." Ridgeleve said softly, "That day, you gave me The herbal syrup I make is made from honeysuckle.”
The soft voice was immediately blown away by the wind and did not fall into the young man's ears.
She raised her head uneasily and saw the young man's back, standing in the strong wind on the hillside, as tall and tall as a pine tree.
“The emblem of the Berlandi family is an ox on fertile soil. Hardworking people will eventually be rewarded. This is the motto of the Berlandi family...”
Yeats’s eyes Reflecting the construction of Chenshuang Ridge everywhere, he murmured to himself:
"But this meaning does not apply to Chenshuang Ridge. All we have to do is be like honeysuckle - endure the winter."< br>
After saying that, Yeats turned around and said: "Okay, I've taken you on a field trip, and you will be responsible for managing the honeysuckle fields from now on."
"Why are you standing there in a daze?" Yeats glanced at The dazed Little Red Riding Hood.
"Lord."
Rigileif's cheeks turned red, her hands tightly grasped the oak stick, her head under the red hood was lowered, and she whispered:
< br>"I want to take you to meet a friend of mine."
"Which friend?"
"A goblin living in the forest outside the village..."
Yeats was slightly startled.
A fairy who is one of the good helpers in farming?
(End of this chapter)