To the apprentices at the Medicine Hall, the chore they disliked most was probably sorting medicinal materials.
After all, there were countless varieties of medicinal materials, and quite a large portion of them had no great differences in appearance. Some even looked almost identical.
Yet the slightest difference in appearance could mean a world of difference in medicinal properties.
A tiny mistake would inevitably earn Old Li a stern reprimand, or even punishment!
But to Chu Mu, this sort of task, which perfectly combined theory and practice, was naturally a delight.
After all, if he had bought those several large sacks of medicinal materials himself, even purchasing only a small amount of each kind would have added up to an astronomical price.
The medicine cabinet in his guest room, now reduced to ruins, held only a few dozen common medicinal materials, and in very small quantities at that. Even so, they had consumed nearly two months of his Black Gold and monthly salary.
Now that he could openly "fatten himself at public expense," how could Chu Mu possibly refuse?
As he selected the medicinal materials one by one, Chu Mu remained as focused as ever. From time to time, he would pinch off a piece of medicinal material and chew it, experiencing its medicinal properties while matching them against the Medical Book knowledge in his mind.
Old Li reclined in his chair, watching Chu Mu with his eyes narrowed slightly, a contemplative look on his face, as though he were considering something.
Chu Mu, meanwhile, was completely immersed in the task, utterly oblivious to what was happening around him.
Time passed. It was only after several sacks of medicinal materials had been sorted that Chu Mu finally came back to himself.
Recalling the sorting process just now, Chu Mu also