Zhimu didn't take it seriously when she heard that Yuan Zhan could help him revise the prescription. He has never heard that the Longevity Wood Clan is good at refining medicine, and they basically don't need it, okay
What's more, how can it be so easy to modify the prescription? He has been studying this for half his life, and he has only come up with three effective potion formulas until now. These three formulas have allowed him to step from a low-level god servant to a priest. Although he is still a low-level priest, it is undeniable that this is already is a leap.
So although Yuan Zhan promised to give him the formula in five days, he almost forgot about it.
Until Yuan Zhan knocked on his door and delivered the prescription.
"Rehmannia glutinosa, Ophiopogon japonicus, lily, cork, rush... Do you have all these herbs?" Yuan Zhan entered the door and directly entered the theme.
Zhimu was stunned for a moment, "What are Ophiopogon japonicus and rushes?"
Yan Mo told Yuan Zhan, "He has all these herbs, but they are called differently. You ask him to open the medicine cabinet, and I will show you directly. Ophiopogon japonicus is in his plantation."
Retelling of the original battle. Seeing that he didn't look like she was playing tricks on him, Zhi Mu gritted her teeth and opened the medicine cabinet that he cared most about and was most precious out of desire for intermediate prescriptions.
Yuan Zhan found out the herbs he needed through Yan Mo, "Ophiopogon japonicus, you have them in your plantation, and you need to process them before you can make medicine. Also, what is your unit of weight?"
"Unit of weight?" Zhimu couldn't understand the word at all.
"That's how you usually calculate the amount of herbs needed?"
"Uh, a little, a little, a fingernail, one or two, one or two slices, a small handful... etc." Seeing Yuan Zhan's expression, Zhimu suddenly felt guilty, obviously everyone was calculating the weight like this.
"Is it all based on feeling and experience?" Yuan Zhan frowned, his face fierce and unaware.
"Yes." Zhimu trembled, unaware that her attitude became cautious, just like seeing a high priest imparting knowledge.
Yan Mo decided to pass on the concept of scales to Zhimu, even if it spreads in the future, it doesn't matter, it just happens to reduce him some scum value. However, due to his natural selfishness, he didn't intend to teach it to anyone other than Jiuyuan in vain.
"A Zhan, I will teach you how to make a medicine scale. You have learned it before. It is very simple. Even if you forget it, you should be able to remember it after I tell you twice. After you are done, don't give the scale to Zhimu, help me He weighed all the herbs according to the weight I said."
"You want me to control the amount of his prescription?" Yuan Zhan admired, "Okay, then even if he has the formula, he won't dare not give me Yuanjing coins. When he gives it, we will tell him the correct amount."
Yan Mo smiled, that's not what he meant, but the purpose is similar, "You charge him a seventh-level Yuanjing coin for the prescription, and the medicine scale will calculate it separately. If he wants to learn, you can teach him as long as you think the price is suitable. In addition..."
Yan Mo's heart moved, and he said with a feeling of trying: "You engrave my name on the medicine scale, and then tell him to pronounce it. Tell him that every day before taking medicine, you have to face the medicine scale and thank the maker, Mo Wu. , That is to say my name, thank me. It’s the same if he passes on the method of making the medicine scale to others, and he must engrave my name on the scale.”
Yuan Zhan nodded, "It should be like this. If the medicine scale does this, then the medicine prescription should also do the same. From now on, let him thank you every time he refines this medicine."
"Haha, good!" Yan Mo wanted to see if it was possible to increase his faith points. Under the condition of limited energy, whether he could recover earlier might depend on his faith points.
Zhimu finally knew the complete formula. He was afraid that he would forget, so he used talc to record all the names of the herbs and the required dosage on the slate on the spot.
After carefully thinking about the modified formula, Zhimu subconsciously felt that it was very feasible, at least the properties of the various drugs did not seem to conflict. And he knew all the herbs and medicine stones used in this prescription, and he had handled them all before, so he was not afraid of failure in the middle of the operation due to unfamiliarity.
Later, Yuan Zhan made a medicine scale, and after using it a few times in front of Zhimu, Zhimu naturally felt the benefits and wonderful meaning of this thing, looking at the medicine scale with longing. This thing works so well! Especially for their refining priests.
Perhaps the impact of the medicine scale on Zhimu was too great, so that he was a little distracted during the process of refining the medicine according to the revised prescription. Yuan Zhan picked up a little black ash and threw it into the medicine powder he was grinding and mixing, but he didn't even notice.
Yan Mo saw that the portion was too small, and suggested: "Do you want to add a little more?"
Yuan Zhan flatly rejected it: "No."
Yan Mo: "...that is obviously my flesh and blood."
Yuan Zhan: "If it falls, it's mine. If you don't accept it, you can collect it yourself."
Yan Mo: You are awesome, wait for me to recover and see how I deal with you, kid!
Zhimu is also a professional at any rate. Although he was a little distracted in the mid-stage processing, he became fully concentrated in the later stage of the cooking process.
In the process of making medicines, boiling is the most difficult process. Not only do you need to pay attention to the heat and temperature, but you also have to put in various ingredients one by one according to the law of primary and secondary, mutual generation and mutual restraint, and the cooking time sequence of various medicinal stones.
This process should not be missed at all, otherwise the properties of the medicine will be greatly reduced and the expected effect will not be achieved, and it will directly lead to the failure of refining medicine.
Yan Mo was very interested in the refining of medicine in this world, seeing that Zhimu didn't drive them away, he took advantage of the trend to stay.
He has been observing Zhimu's every move through Yuan Zhan's eyes, and with his understanding some time ago, he found that people here basically don't drink soup, but prefer pills, powders and ointments, especially the pills that are easy to swallow are the most popular , Trauma is the main medicine powder.
In the process of refining medicine, the most important thing for a pharmacist is to stimulate the medicinal properties he needs in the herbs.
This point was taught to him by the curse witch before, but he couldn't see how the alchemist would arouse the medicinal properties, let alone what kind of medicinal properties he aroused.
Usually a herb has multiple medicinal properties, such as Ophiopogon japonicus, which has the effects of strengthening the heart, lowering blood sugar, and enhancing immunity. It also has antibacterial, antitussive, anti-inflammatory, and anti-tumor effects. But in this prescription, the pharmacist only needs it to strengthen the heart and strengthen the immune system, so when stimulating, it only needs to stimulate the medicinal properties of this aspect.
This kind of thing is easy to say, but it is actually very difficult to do. It involves the precise grasp of the medicinal properties contained in the medicinal herbs by the alchemist, and how to master the medicinal properties contained in a herbal medicine depends entirely on the intuition of the alchemist, that is, the soul. communication. Therefore, pharmacists usually pay more attention to the training and improvement of soul power.
"Ah Zhan, I suddenly feel that the profession of alchemy priest is almost tailor-made for me." Yan Mo sighed.
"Oh?" Yuan Zhan was not interested in refining medicine, and was very bored playing with mud balls. He saw a mud ball turn into several mud pellets in his hand for a while, then turned into a hard stone for a while, and changed hands after a while. Trick.
"I can communicate with many species. You said that if I discuss with them and ask them to concentrate a certain medicinal property I need in a certain part, and then I collect it, wouldn't it be possible to get what I need without harming the whole plant?" thing?"
"What about whole herbs that need to be processed and dried, as well as ores?" Yuan Zhan was still very realistic.
"Then I feel more than ordinary alchemists. Even dead objects have spiritual power. In fact, any object has its own special magnetic field, and as long as they have the so-called residual soul power, I can communicate and feel it. Yan Mo was excited, he really wanted to test his idea with his own hands now, he never talked about stimulating the properties of the medicine before, when the witch told him this before, he wanted to try it, but he never had the time.
"You are definitely the best, but we have to wait until you can move yourself..." Yuan Zhan paused suddenly, looking at his left hand.
The mud ball in the left hand changed, not a stone, but a brownish-yellow ball with a hard texture.
Yan Mo was contemplating the various possibilities of changing the original prescription due to his arousal of the properties of the medicine, and for a moment he didn't notice the change in the mud pill in Yuan Zhan's palm. When he recovered, Yuan Zhan had already taken the mud pill away Get up—the mother is here, he doesn't intend to figure out this mud pill that has changed its texture right now.
Nearly three hours later, Zhimu used her soul power to seal the medicinal properties of the newly refined ointment, and then exhaled, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and relaxed.
"Okay?" Yuan Zhan asked.
Zhimu nodded and shook her head again, "It's still close, these are just ointments, and they will be rubbed into pills later. How big do you need to rub them? Uh, how many grams do you need to make a pill?"
Yuan Zhan waited for Yan Mo to reply.
Yan Mo was also a little stunned. The formula he gave had not been verified by laboratory reasoning. He could only judge that it might be effective in improving the soul power and try to eliminate the possible toxicity, but how much effect and what level of soul power should be taken at a time? How much, he has no detailed data to rely on.
"The ointment produced this time doesn't seem to be much. First, one gram and one pill, find animals... find someone to try it on, and then adjust it according to the reaction."
Zhimu also plans this way. A modified new prescription, who knows if it is a good medicine to enhance the soul power, or a poison to make the soul power collapse? No one dares to take it without trial.
However, although he hasn't tried the medicine yet, before sealing the power of the medicine, he has already felt it when refining the medicine. He intuitively judged that the medicine this time is definitely much better than the soul power medicine he refined before, but in the end it is better. How much, how effective, and whether there are other negative effects depends on the results of the drug test.
Zhimu first asked Yuan Zhan to help divide all the ointment in the medicine pot into one-gram pills.
After weighing one gram, Yuan Zhan looked at the pot of medicine and thought for a while. Although these are no longer plants and earth and rocks, they were originally, and they were in the form of ointment. Wouldn't they be soil when poured on the ground
So can he use his soil control ability to divide the medicine
Yuan Zhan thought of it and tried it.
Zhimu didn't move when Yuan Zhan handed out a small pill, she was surprised, thinking that he didn't want to do such a cumbersome job, and was about to bring the medicine pot over to divide it herself, when the ointment in the medicine pot suddenly scattered, Then it turned in a circle in the pot, and after a while it turned into a raindrop shape, rolling and rolling, all turned into small pills the size of the first one-gram pill.
Zhimu looked at the round and uniform pills in the pot, and immediately felt pained and uncomfortable. What a good slave this is, not only can he produce medicinal herbs, but he can also distribute the medicine so meticulously and evenly, what a pity!
Yuan Zhan swayed his body slightly, and it was strange that he felt more tired than moving a big mountain just after sharing such a pot of small pills.
Yan Mo didn't find it strange at all, he just felt that Yuan Zhan's ability was almost against the sky! According to his thoughts just now, how many things in this world will not turn into dust in the end
If he can control everything, such as turning a person or a group of people into dust in a blink of an eye... this should be close to the power of a god, right? No wonder the people of Tucheng Temple are so greedy for Yuan Zhan, otherwise he would not be able to resist attacking such a person.
Of course, it is impossible for the priest to come by himself to test the medicine, so Zhimu led Yuan Zhan out of the temple, and rode a donkey-like riding beast to the outside of Yincheng.
There are a large number of slaves working outside the city. Yincheng plans to expand the outer city, and construction is starting from the east.
Zhimu did not enter the construction site, but entered the slave camp, found a leader, and said to him: "I'm here to test the medicine, and I want people with soul power above one level, please help me to ask who is willing, and the selected person can get a A second-level Yuanjing coin."
"My lord, wait a moment." The leader respected Zhimu very much, and went to call someone after saluting.
Zhimu wanted to build a good relationship with Yuan Zhan, so she took the initiative to explain to him: "There are three kinds of slaves here, one is wildling slaves, this kind of slaves are the lowest and useless, they can only work as coolies, and occasionally they have good blood. Or those with good potential will be picked away. The second type of slaves are war slaves. They all have a certain combat power. They usually do some hard work when they don’t fight, and the good ones will be picked away. The third type is originally from Yincheng. However, they made a mistake and were reduced to slaves. These people include civilians, soldiers, and occasionally nobles. We usually come here to find people when we test medicines. As long as we give Yuanjing coins, many of them are willing."
Yan Mo was a little surprised, but there was a kind of unexpected suddenness. Since the first day he came to Sound City, the city has given him a brighter, happier and more uplifting feeling, with few dark sides. In the temple, he also saw many slaves, but to be honest, those slaves were dressed in more civilized clothes than his cattle, and they were not dirty, and they seldom had wounds or gloomy expressions. Looking out from the plantation, I have never seen slaves being whipped and abused in the street.
Yuan Zhan was also a little concerned, "You can't just ask slaves to test drugs here? They must be willing?"
Zhimu shook her head, "No, it's just that our city stipulates that if a slave, commoner or nobleman is killed because of involuntary reasons, the murderer will be punished. Although killing a slave will not be sentenced to death, the penalty It’s better to use Yuanjing coins as a reward from the beginning to let the slaves voluntarily test the medicine.”
After hearing this, Yuan Zhan was thoughtful.
Yan Mo, the transmigrator, has to admit that the "laws" of Yincheng are definitely more advanced among the tribes and middle and lower cities he has come into contact with. Even if they only need to pay a fine for killing slaves, they still don't treat slaves as slaves. Is worthless.
"Do you think we are too kind to slaves?" Zhimu asked with a smile.
"No." Yuan Zhan shook his head, "This is very good. I saw that the slaves who are working are also working hard, and very few of them are lazy."
Zhimu straightened her chest and said with pride on her face: "Many slaves who were sold to our city are unwilling to leave. Here, as long as they work hard, they don't have to worry about starving or being beaten to death casually. If they performed well or made significant contributions, they could also be released from slavery and become soldiers or civilians."
"A very good measure." Yuan Zhan sincerely admired it.
"But we didn't treat slaves like this before. We have to thank Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess." Zhimu mentioned the Eldest Princess with respect and love on her face, mixed with a strange feeling of distress and pity. Little Princess La Moore looked completely different.
"Princess?"
"Yes, our eldest princess is the most soft-hearted and kind-hearted person in the world, and she is still very wise, if not..." Zhimu didn't finish speaking, and the leader who was looking for volunteer slaves came back.
"My lord, those who are willing have already gathered in the Dongying open space, waiting for you to go and choose."
Sure enough, as Zhimu said, there are Yuanjing coins as rewards, and there are many slaves who come to apply for the drug test.
Knowing that the prescription was provided by Yuan Zhan, Zhimu thought that the other party should have more experience with drug testers than him, so she politely said: "What kind of slave do you think is more suitable to test the drug?"
The leader who led the way saw Zhimu's respect for Yuan Zhan's language, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the tall man carrying a large basket, and then accidentally saw the black domino hanging on the other's waist.
The leading leader gasped, not daring to look any further.
Yuan Zhan said casually: "You choose yourself."
Anzhimu was not too polite. As the person who refined the medicine this time, he certainly hoped that he would choose the right tester by himself.
Yuan Zhan looked over the faces of the slaves who had come to recruit.
Most of these slaves were human beings, and a very small part belonged to non-human intelligent races, such as the caged cat people he saw in Nafei before.
There were also two catmen among the slaves who came to test the medicine, but one was still standing, but the other was in terrible condition.
It was an old cat man with wounds all over his body, many wounds were bleeding out pus, and his whole body was in a mess, as if he was not far from death.
The cat man who could still stand half kneeled on the ground and hugged the old cat man, and looked at Zhimu with pleading eyes. He didn't know what medicine the human beings were going to try, but he overheard other slaves saying that some of these new medicines might It will poison people to death, and some may be good medicine for healing injuries and diseases. For this reason, he dragged his grandfather along with him no matter what the medicine was.
Anemarrhena is looking for people who are in good health and have good soul power. Naturally, they will not take the old cat who is dying of injury as the test object. Not in his consideration.
Seeing that Zhimu's eyes didn't linger on their grandparents, the cat man was about to despair. At this moment, he saw Yuan Zhan standing in the forefront.
Huh? Does this person look familiar
Yuan Zhan also looked at the cat man.
Yan Mo saw the appearance of the old cat man, and immediately said: "Use him. I can't save him now, so I can only ask Zhimu to do it." He offered to save people, and there was still some flesh and blood in the pill. If the old catman recovers a little bit, the guide should also reduce his scum value by that bastard, right
Yuan Zhan walked to Zhimu's side, poked the picky-eyed person, "I want that."
"Which one?" Zhimu followed Yuan Zhan's fingers, "Ah? That old cat man? He's almost dead!"
"Just him."
Zhimu scolded her mother in her heart, you just said you let me choose by myself, and now you are pointing at me again.
But Yuan Zhan had already brought it up, and since the other party provided the prescription and was a distinguished guest, he couldn't veto it, so he could only reluctantly signal to the leader that he would keep the old cat man.
"My lord, do you think there are any other test slaves?" the leader asked respectfully.
Of course, there can't be just one slave for testing medicine. This time, Zhimu made a quick decision. He was afraid that Yuan Zhan would point at others indiscriminately, so he randomly selected two slaves with two and three soul powers respectively.
The young catman also stayed behind in the name of taking care of the old catman.
Yuan Zhan signaled to give the old cat man the medicine first.
Zhimu noticed that although the old catman was about to die, his soul power was still there, but it was quite low. Think about it, if there is something wrong with the medicine, give it to the old catman who is dying of frailty, maybe he will be able to recover soon. Seeing the reaction, he also agreed to test the medicine for the old cat man first.
The pills divided into one-gram pills seem to be many, but in fact there are only a small handful, about a hundred pills.
Anzhimu picked out a pill, stimulated the medicinal properties, and stuffed it into the old catman's mouth immediately.
After waiting for a while, the old catman was still groggy and unresponsive.
Zhimu thought that maybe one pill was too little, this time he picked out three pills, and gave them to Lao Maoren after they also stimulated the medicinal properties.
The old catman's eyelids trembled, but he didn't open them immediately.
Yuan Zhan thought it would be troublesome to try a little medicine like this, but Zhimu Kuang was patient. He even made a slate, and every time he asked Lao Maoren to take how many pills, he would record them all, including the reaction. The most important thing was to look at the other party. The soul power floats.
After feeding more than fifty pills, Zhimu felt distressed. He used his soul power to check the old cat's body and found that the pills had a certain effect on him. It can be seen, but apart from this, the old catman seems to have no other reaction.
This contrasted too much with Zhimu's previous expectations, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.
"How big are the pills you usually get?" Yuan Zhan interjected.
Zhimu slapped her head, "Look at me! These small pills look like a lot, but they don't add up to much. Such a small handful is usually enough for me to squeeze three pills."
"Why don't you give it to him together?" Yuan Zhan is not a doctor, his proposal is actually very random, at least Yan Mo almost rolled his eyes when he heard it.
But Zhimu thinks this proposal is very good, "I also think the amount is too small, that cat man, you open your companion's mouth, I will stimulate all the remaining pills, and you wash him down with water."
The young catman also held the idea of using a dead cat as a living cat doctor, and actually opened his grandfather's mouth. After Anemarrhena stimulated the properties of the remaining pills, he poured water into his grandfather's mouth and took all the small pills. rushed down.
"Gudu." The old catman's throat moved greatly.
The young catman was worried, and gave his grandfather a few more sips of water.
Zhimu stared at the old cat man and waited for a response. After waiting for a while, he saw the old cat man opened his cat's eyes tremblingly, but he closed them again after a while.
Yuan Zhan felt that the old catman's eyes slid around his face.
"Hey, old catman, how do you feel?" Zhimu squatted down and asked.
The old catman hummed without saying a single word.
Zhimu frowned. After taking so many medicines, the old cat has no effect. If it is given to a healthy person, it will be even less effective? Is the prescription still not working this time
Zhimu stood up and looked at Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan said indifferently: "You don't need to pay Yuanjing coins if you think it's not possible."
Zhimu thought so too, without Fu Yuanjing, this prescription is equivalent to getting it for nothing, even if it has no effect, it will not cause any loss to him, on the contrary, he can also learn from this prescription.
When Zhimu thought of this, her mood became happy again, and she said to the slave leader next to her with a pleasant face: "Help me watch this old cat man, I will come back tomorrow, if there is any change during the period, you send someone to the temple to find me .”
The boss hurriedly said: "Yes, don't worry, my lord, we will definitely take good care of him."