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From that day on, Su Ling frequently visited Ji Shan Tang to deliver herbs. Every time she stepped into the fragrant backyard of Ji Shan Tang, it felt as if she was embarking on a marvelous journey of knowledge.
Jun Yichen always made a point to set aside his busy tasks, taking precious time to engage in deep conversations with her, imparting his pharmacological knowledge without reservation.
In the backyard of Ji Shan Tang, Jun Yichen resembled an elegant scholar, standing before shelves filled with various herbs. He gently picked up a ginseng root, its long and numerous tendrils resembling a miniature figure of a person.
His eyes reflected respect and love for this herb as he patiently explained to Su Ling, “This is ginseng. It grows in the damp, shaded areas of deep mountains, where the environment is tranquil, the soil fertile, and rich in unique nutrients. Only through the passage of time can it develop into such a precious form. Ginseng is known for its ability to replenish vital energy and stabilize the pulse; it is truly a divine remedy for those who are weak or suffer from insufficient qi and blood. However, you must understand that ginseng from different years and regions varies greatly in efficacy. The older it is, the more essence it absorbs from heaven and earth, resulting in a richer and more potent medicinal power. It is akin to an elder with vast experiences, containing endless wisdom and strength.”
Su Ling listened intently, her eyes fixed on the ginseng in Jun Yichen's hand as if she wanted to imprint every detail in her mind.
She occasionally posed questions that arose in her mind, such as how to accurately identify the authenticity and quality of ginseng in the wild, as well as the methods and contraindications for its use in various ailments.
Jun Yichen nodded slightly, answering her questions one by one with admiration for her thirst for knowledge evident in his gaze.
He not only detailed the key points for identification but also shared some practical tips he had summarized through experience. He even recounted thrilling stories of past incidents where improper use of ginseng led to unexpected outcomes, aiming to deepen Su Ling's impression.
On one occasion, when Su Ling expressed confusion about the compatibility of ginseng with certain special ailments, Jun Yichen did not provide a direct answer. Instead, he led her into the library of Ji Shan Tang.
It was a room filled with the scent of aged paper, surrounded by towering bookshelves densely packed with various medical texts.
Jun Yichen skillfully navigated through the shelves, retrieving several relevant ancient books while gently brushing off the dust. He then sat down at a table with Su Ling, flipping through pages together as they searched for information, their heads nearly touching as they discussed softly.
During this process, Jun Yichen showcased his profound knowledge and rigorous academic attitude, while Su Ling demonstrated her strong desire for knowledge and diligent spirit of inquiry.
In the small library, they immersed themselves in the vast ocean of pharmacological knowledge, and unknowingly, the distance between them began to quietly close.
Inspired by Jun Yichen, Su Ling felt a surge of passion and determination for herbal cultivation and decided to create a medicinal garden in her backyard.
She first fetched a hoe, its blade somewhat dull, but to Su Ling, it was a tool that would open the door to hope. Gripping the handle tightly, she forcefully plunged the hoe into the soil and began to turn it over.
With each rise and fall of the hoe, her steadfast belief accompanied her. She carefully removed the weeds, their roots deeply entwined in the earth. However, Su Ling did not feel discouraged in the slightest. She crouched down, using her hands to pull out the weeds root by root. Beads of sweat gradually formed on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and dripping into the soil beneath her feet.
She also picked up the stones from the ground one by one, tossing them into a nearby corner to make the soil soft and fertile.
Afterward, Su Ling selected precious herb seeds such as Ganoderma and Huang Qi to plant.
When planting Ganoderma, she fully utilized her modern knowledge, well aware of its preference for shade. She gathered some branches and old fabric to carefully construct a simple sunshade, meticulously adjusting its angle and density to control light intensity and duration, ensuring that the Ganoderma could grow under suitable lighting conditions.
As she built the shade, she murmured to herself, "Ganoderma, oh Ganoderma, I will create the most comfortable growing environment for you."
For Huang Qi, she focused on drainage issues.
With a small shovel in hand, she dug small ditches around the medicinal garden. Each ditch was excavated evenly in depth and width so that during heavy rains, excess water could be quickly drained away to prevent Huang Qi from rotting due to water accumulation.
Under her careful nurturing, the herbs in the garden gradually sprouted and grew.
Tender green seedlings broke through the soil, their tiny tips adorned with morning dew, gently swaying in the breeze as if expressing the joy of life. Every morning, Su Ling would arrive early at the garden to check on the growth of the herbs.
She gently caressed the seedlings as a tender mother would her child, her eyes filled with love and anticipation.
If she noticed any seedlings growing slowly or their leaves turning yellow, she would immediately check the soil's moisture and fertility, pondering whether something was amiss.
One time, she discovered that several Huang Qi plants were looking a bit wilted. Anxious, she carefully examined them and found that the soil lacked nutrients.
Without hesitation, she rushed to the village's organic fertilizer pile, collected some organic matter, and delicately applied it around the Huang Qi plants, murmuring, "My little ones, please get better soon."
Under Su Ling's attentive care, the herbs thrived. As she gazed at the vibrant medicinal field, her heart swelled with a sense of accomplishment, as if she could see the hope for her future family and the bright prospects ahead on her herbal journey.
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