Chapter 39 What to do if there is no medicine to kill monsters? Kill him!
This was the outskirts of the market, and there were no shops or even formal stalls. A large number of vendors selling all kinds of strange and bizarre goods simply laid out a piece of animal skin or linen along the roadside or at the base of a building and displayed their wares.
“How do you sell these things?”
Mo Cheng picked up a few vines and some herbs at random and asked the vendor.
The peddler was wearing a ragged coarse linen suit, with wrinkles all over his skinny, dark face and cloudy eyes. He was a farmer who often worked in the fields, occasionally collecting herbs and fruits in the wild and selling them in the city on certain days to supplement his family income.
When the vendor saw Mo Cheng squatting down, he immediately revealed a flattering, fearful, and earnest smile, obviously hoping that Mo Cheng would buy something from his stall.
"Two... two Silver Lions for one bundle of herbs, and fifty Bronze Eagles for one bundle of Purple Blood Vine."
The price is very cheap, of course this is also related to the uneven quality of the herbs. Mo Cheng picked up a piece of purple blood vine and pierced it with his fingernail. The purple blood vine that had not been dried in the sun immediately oozed out a purple-red liquid.
When you apply the liquid to the back of your hand, it will immediately be stained with a layer of beautiful purple-red.
Mo Cheng nodded. Yes, this thing is commonly known as [Blood Medicine Vine] among players.
[Foreign Land] In the beginning, players were in a tough situation. They had few skills and had to pay to learn them. At the same time, they didn't drop money by killing monsters, so they could only collect and sell them to shops that needed them.
But no matter how much demand there is, once the number of players sold increases, the price given by the store will definitely be lower. But if you don't open a store and do business on your own, you will be excluded. In the early stage, some players united to sell meat at a low price, squeezing out the business of the butcher in the village. As a result, the butcher and others drove those players who squeezed out his business out of the village.
Players at that time had no money, no skills, no equipment, and even medicine was a luxury item.
Once you get hurt in [Foreign Land], it is not as simple as just deducting the health bar value. If the bruises, contusions, fractures, bleeding and other DEBUFFs are not resolved, going out is not going out, it is looking for death. At that time, players generally did not have savings to see a doctor, and injuries could only consume resurrection times.
As for the healing potions sold on the market at the time, a small bottle cost ten gold coins, and its effect was limited to accelerating the scabbing of wounds.
Later, some players couldn't stand the gameplay where they could n't . That player happened to be a student at a medical university, so he directly asked a few friends who were proficient in traditional Chinese and Western medicine to prepare medicine using cheap medicinal materials from [exotic] lands.
After killing countless players who dared to act as guinea pigs with drugs, they finally developed an inexpensive and high-quality [Healing Ointment], which greatly improved the players' leveling and exploration efficiency.
At the same time, the player also selflessly spread the formula and refining techniques of the healing ointment for free, so that all players can get the guarantee of medicine when they are at the most difficult time at the beginning.
Mo Cheng carefully observed the purple blood vine in his hand. It was about the thickness of an egg and in large quantity. After the formula of the healing ointment was spread, purple blood vines that thick could no longer be seen in [Foreign Land]. They were all taken away by players to make ointment.
Purple sansevieria is not of high value, but due to the bright color of its liquid, it has become a popular eye shadow and lipstick among lower-class women.
After roughly counting the purple blood vines on the stall, there were about a hundred of them. Looking at the herbs, there were also some auxiliary materials for the healing ointment. Mo Cheng took out five silver lions from the wallet given by the mayor of Hesen Town. "I want all of these, but I have something else to buy. Can you help me deliver it to the place?"
The peddler nodded quickly, he didn't expect that all the goods would be sold out before noon. Even if he needed to make a special delivery, the remaining time would be enough for him to go out of town and go home to take care of his own land.
After asking the vendor to deliver the items to Albert's House, Mo Cheng searched the market for the ingredients for the healing ointment. They were all very common and cheap items, and sufficient quantities could be easily found outside the market. Then Mo Cheng went to the pottery store and bought dozens of half-palm-sized spice jars, several large clay pots for boiling, an iron pot and two large bundles of wood, and had them delivered to Albert's House.
Mo Cheng simply didn't go to eat lunch and kept preparing the appropriate utensils. Finally, when he returned to Albert's House, a group of live chickens and ducks were brought to him.
Although Albert's House is simple, it is clean and tidy. There is an outdoor toilet built with wooden boards in the corner of the yard. It looks clean and has no peculiar smell.
On the other side of the courtyard, there is a small pool. A small wooden bucket is tied to a rack, and clear groundwater can be easily drawn from the pool.
Fairhaven has abundant underground water resources, which makes the ground somewhat damp during the tidal season. As for the winter, it is much colder than other areas.
"Priest Mo Cheng, a lot of people brought things here just now, saying they were the things you bought at the market. I put the herbs on the drying platform in the yard, and the firewood is piled in the corner of the yard."
Mo Cheng nodded, pointed to the person with chickens and ducks behind him and said, "Sister Loni, I bought some chickens and ducks. Can you please find out where to put them and pick a few out to make a delicious dinner for the children and the elderly?"
"Oh, by the way, I need to use the yard for a while. There may be choking smoke, but it will not harm your body."
Loni, who was leading people to the backyard, nodded in agreement, "No problem, but what are you going to do?"
"Make some gadgets."
Mo Cheng first took a few purple blood vines of slightly inferior quality from the wooden drying platform, then built an earthen stove with stones and placed the large iron pot on it.
The actions of the new priest last night naturally attracted the attention of the children. They watched Mo Cheng from a distance, trying to figure out what he wanted to do.
Mo Cheng looked around and suddenly waved to someone, "Come, come over here. Yes, it's you."
A little girl with chestnut hair pointed at herself, and after seeing Mo Cheng nod, she trotted over.
"Can you wash this for me? Just wash off the dirt."
After the little girl took the purple blood vine to clean it , Mo Cheng waved to the boys and said, "Can you help me get some firewood?"
"And get me a bucket of clean water to fill this pot..."
After the purple blood vine was washed and the firewood was brought in, the children of Albert's House gathered around Mo Cheng and looked at the stove in confusion, "What are you going to do?"
These children are still very young and are at their most curious age.
"Shh!" Mo Cheng gently placed his finger in front of his lips, "Keep your voice down, we're going to do something that will surprise your sister Loni."
After lighting the fire and bringing the water in the pot to a boil, Mo Cheng first cut the purple blood vine into small pieces with a knife, and then threw one or two pieces of purple blood vine into the boiling water every once in a while.
When the whole pot of boiling water turned from purple to black, Mo Cheng began to stir the soup constantly, and asked the children around to help add water or firewood.
Mo Cheng also added some auxiliary materials into the pot from time to time. It was cooked for two hours. Mo Cheng's arms repeated the circular motion countless times. Finally, he scooped out five large spoonfuls of purple ointment of different concentrations from the pot and added thickener to make it more viscous.
