Dagan, Kangzhou, Lechun County, Minglun County, Huichun Hall front hall.

"Fang Ming, if you don't give me a kid, I'll die quickly. If you miss this business, be careful of your skin!" An old man who looked like a shopkeeper was busy dealing with a group of strangely dressed guests. He took the time to turn around and shouted. The medicine boy in the front hall tightened his scalp when he heard this, so he quickly buried his head in his work.

The guests were carrying bamboo baskets, wearing colorful short jackets, dark trousers, and a green belt. In particular, their faces were painted in various colors, which made people dizzy. The man in the lead seemed to have a dyeing workshop on his face, like a ghost.

The man's arms are thick and muscular, high and swollen. His palms are wide and powerful, and his palms are as big as cushions. He was blushing at this time and he pointed at the old man in the shopkeeper and slashed with him, "This is not possible, I have to~~~~~." When he was anxious, he suddenly jumped out two verbal words, which made people feel like they were falling into a fog.

Huichun Hall is one of the top medicine halls in Minglun County. The owner of the hall, Wang Daheng, is known as the King of Kings, a son of the Lechun County giant, and is very good at eating black and white in the county. His Huichun Hall occupies more than three acres of land in the county. It is a giant industry that integrates medicine collection, pharmaceuticals and medicine sales. As for treating diseases and saving lives, it has become a side job.

As the saying goes, by relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and water to eat water, Wang Dashanren was attracted by the Huoshan Mountains that stretched hundreds of miles around Minglun County. This mountain spans several counties and is even more in depth. It has snakes, insects, rats, ants, jackals, tigers and leopards, raw rehmannia, ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. Wang Dashanren's medicine hall is open here, of course, making a fortune every day.

But there is a problem. The depths of Mount Huo are filled with fog all year round, and there is often miasma. The mountains are even more shady, with lush grasses, and it is easy to get lost. Therefore, it is extremely difficult to enter the mountain to collect herbs.

In addition to sending herbs to the mountains to collect herbs every year regardless of life and death, Huichuntang is the main source of the transaction with the Huoshan Highland tribe. These strangely dressed guests are the people of the Highland tribe.

"Oh, here, here!" Fang Ming heard the shout, quickly put down his work and jogged all the way. The old shopkeeper nodded to Fang Ming, as if he had a long breath, then picked up the teacup on the table and savored the tea, and finally returned to his usual calm and composed appearance.

Fang Ming first asked the old man, and then he started to communicate with the leader. He spoke in local language and his words were straightforward, which made people suspect that he was also an indigenous person. The man was also very surprised. He patted Fang Ming's shoulder as if he had seen his relatives and started to talk enthusiastically.

The next step is simple. It turns out that the big man came to exchange medicine for supplies. He also designated Kangzhou's specialty "Yunbian Brocade", but he didn't speak official language. He couldn't take out the samples for a while, so he was frozen there. With Fang Ming there, it would be much simpler. Then both parties ordered the items and the delivery was completed. The big man was very happy. When he left, he hugged Fang Ming and his fingers touched Fang Ming's face. Suddenly, there were color marks on Fang Ming's face. Fang Ming knew that this was the other party's way of making friends, so he had to smile bitterly.

When he returned to the front hall, he met the shopkeeper. At this time, the shopkeeper had finished his tea. He slowly said: "It's done well, go down and wash your face, what's the way it looks like."

Fang Ming nodded and bowed quickly at this time, "Where are you? We are young and have no experience. Everything in this pharmacy cannot be separated from you."

Seeing that the shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly, he quickly said goodbye.

I came to the well in the backyard and drew a bucket of cold water to wipe my face. In the reflection was a boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with an ordinary face, but his eyes were dark and warm, and he was quite energetic.

The cold water rubbed on his face, causing Fang Ming to fall into deep thought.

"It's been two or three months since I came to this world. It's really a scam!" Fang Ming cursed repeatedly in his heart. He was an ordinary liberal arts student in the 21st century. He liked to play Jin Yong's legend of heroes, especially the hero Xiao Xiami Dongfang Weiming, who liked to be close to his name, so he got the nickname of "half-hero".

As I was about to graduate, I tossed and turned on the bed because of work, and suddenly my eyes turned dark and I was wearing it!

When he woke up, he was already inside the body, but at that time he was hanging in the air of the cliff. The rope around his waist strangled him to breathe. He was still holding a herb in his hand, and then he was pulled up again. The cliffs along the way cut off half of Fang Ming's life.

Fang Ming fainted after pulling up the cliff, and at the same time, there was a "Military Acting Order" in his mind. Then a large amount of information surged. After receiving the memories of his body in front of him, Fang Ming found that he had caught up with the soul pierced that was almost out of breath. Unfortunately, he did not become an emperor, and he was not a wealthy family, but a beggar. Fang Ming immediately gave a middle finger to the "Military Acting Order" in his mind.

When this body was memorable, it was begging in Minglun County. It was common for hunger to eat, and it was the treatment for the New Year. The weather was good in the past few years, and at least I could survive. However, this year, Kangzhou was severely drought, and the government’s disaster relief was useless. Small households had to lose their families, so they fell directly on the line of life and death.

Just when he was about to starve, he saw Huichuntang recruiting boys to collect herbs. He knew that it was a road of no return. Some of the friends who begged together used to go to apply for the election, but unfortunately none of them had to last a year. But now he couldn't even last a day, so even arsenic was eaten, so he was a full-fledged ghost at least?

The next ten days were heavenly days. I changed into new clothes, although they didn’t fit well. I ate every meal of mixed grain cakes, but unfortunately I had to learn the art of picking herbs. If I couldn’t learn it, I would go hungry. The people who taught were not very careful. They finished the teaching style in ten days. Then each person gave a bamboo basket and a boy who collected herbs was freshly released.

Next, he followed the master into the mountain. Fang Ming followed a medicinal collector named Wang Yin. All these medicinal collectors all have sores on their heads and pus flowing from the bottom of their feet - bad things. There are mountains, boys go first, and deep valleys, boys go first. When they encounter good medicine, they take the boy's life to pick it. Fang Ming's experience of being hung up like this has not been once or twice. After being hung up for a long time that day, he finally picked herbs. The former master who sent the signal finally couldn't hold on and hung up, and Fang Ming was cheaper.

The "Wu Yan Ling" is Fang Ming's golden fingers that come with time travel, and also comes with a skill of knowing language and writing. No matter what language, you can communicate fluently with others as long as you listen to a sentence, and you can understand any words at a glance.

After understanding these, Fang Ming was completely messy in the wind.

It would be a fool! It would be a good thing if you just give me the gifts. Then I am a great language master in modern times! English specialty eight and Japanese level one, simultaneous interpretation must be licked in front of me! Do I still have to worry about my work? At that time, I will just drink wine, drive a small car, a beautiful mansion, and a free and easy world. On that day, I will not change even if I give it to a god.

The key is that you have given too much to the student.

At this time, the Martial Arts Order also came to join in the fun and transformed into a line of inscriptions similar to oracle bone inscriptions. Fang Ming saw that it was introduced by the Martial Arts Order. The general meaning was that he could use the Martial Arts Order to travel through the martial arts worlds in his previous lives, but this was not without restrictions.

There are two restrictions. First, Fang Ming cannot currently choose the martial arts world to travel through, but is randomly selected by the martial arts order. Second, you can start traveling through time when the moon is full every month, but the time is only three months. You can give up accumulating time to the next world, but once you enter, you will run out of time. Third, you can only use up your soul at present.

There is an old saying that goes, life is like force and rape. If you can't resist, you can only enjoy it. The same is true for time travel. Fang Ming used to read a lot of time travel novels, but he didn't see many people who came back to Earth later, so he could only accept his fate and start planning for the future.

Fortunately, this accompanying language knowledge is a good thing. Although the highland tribe in Huoshan is called a clan, there are actually dozens of tribes, and the languages ​​of each tribe are very different, which makes Manager Zheng, who is responsible for collecting medicinal materials, miserable.

Fang Ming took the opportunity to show his fluent local language skills and did not dare to have too many. He chose several large tribes and more than a dozen medium tribes with similar pronunciations. This surprised Manager Zheng and promoted him to a pharmaceutical boy. He was also responsible for receiving visitors. Finally, he left the death group of the herb collection.

As for language ability, he refused to let it go, which he had been thinking about for more than ten years. Fortunately, he grew up in the county since childhood, and everyone knew the truth and did not know martial arts. People looked down on the natives, and did not think it was very powerful, and they only thought it was rare.

As he was thinking, a sarcastic voice came: "Oh, Fang Ming, you really look like an indigenous person with oil paint on it. Everyone doesn't know who your parents are. Could it be that they are really an indigenous person, ah haha."

Fang Ming looked up and saw three people standing in the aisle, all of whom were fifteen or sixteen years old. The leader was strong and even taller than others. He recognized him as Wang Cheng, and they were all pharmaceutical boys, and they always disliked him and came to find him.

Fang Ming also knew that it was taboo to be so arrogant, and Manager Zheng had expressed his intention to promote it several times, which made him even more hateful. Therefore, he was always low-key and talked less and did more. Other boys gradually agreed to this matter or watched coldly. Only Wang Cheng and his gang kept asking him for trouble, and they would sarcastically when they got the opportunity.

"I think it's very likely, otherwise why is the local language so good? It's clearly a family tradition, haha."

Fang Ming felt angry in his heart, but he forced himself to hold it back and turned around and wanted to leave.

Wang Cheng leaned down and blocked the middle of the road: "Why, do you want to run?"

"According to the rules of the hall, the pharmacy boy fights in the hall, whip twenty, why? Do you want to be beaten with me?" Fang Ming glanced at Wang Cheng coldly.

Wang Chuang could have an attack, but when he thought of the thorny vine whip, he forced himself to hold back: "You are so fucked, you only dare to rely on the rules of the hall to suppress me. If you are a man, I will do a good job in the small woods in the east of the city tonight. I will let you have one hand, dare to say something."
Chapter completed!