Daohua stayed at Taohua Temple for five days, during which she tilled the fields with the Emperor each day.
Seeing her own master prepare medicinal meals for the Fifth Master every day, Daohua felt a pang of heartache. She could only devise various ways to perform labor reform on the Fifth Master.
Fortunately, the Emperor was genuinely interested in learning more about farming. Considering that the crops from Daohua Manor were yielding more than others, he was curious to see what the secret was and was willing to cooperate. Thus, their interaction was quite pleasant.
Since there were guests, Daohua had intended to leave after the Fifth Masters had departed, but Madam Li sent someone to summon her back, leaving her no choice but to leave somewhat unwillingly.
Before she left, she repeatedly cautioned Gu Jian not to prepare any more medicinal meals for the Fifth Master.
Seeing that Daohua had finally left, the Emperor couldn’t help but sigh with relief in secret—a relief from the tiring farm work he had learned and performed, and from seeing the laborious life of the farmers.
"Uncle, has the Jingmiao Grass matured yet?"
Gu Jian led the Emperor to the pharmacy, "I’ve been observing for the past few days. The Jingmiao Grass hasn’t changed at all; it should not grow any further."
The Emperor hurriedly asked, "So, can we begin preparing the Eight Meridian Pill now?"
Gu Jian nodded, "We can."
The Emperor noticed that Gu Jian was frowning and asked, "Uncle, is there something wrong?"
Gu Jian said, "The Jingmiao Grass that has been grown this time is not even half the size of what that girl Daohua grew last time."
The Emperor frowned, "Why is that?"
Gu Jian was also unsure. He fell silent for a moment, then ventured, "Could it be that the soil’s fertility has decreased?"
The Emperor, "...That’s a possibility."
Gu Jian, "I’ve checked already. The Jingmiao Grass is mature and fit for use as medicine. You have been out here for over half a month, so it’s not good to stay any longer. I will prepare the Eight Meridian Pill for you immediately."
The Emperor nodded, "You have worked hard, Uncle."
While Gu Jian was preparing the Eight Meridian Pill, the Emperor summoned Wei Qi, "Were you able to find out where the Yan Family girl got that soil?"
Wei Qi nodded, "We found it."
The Emperor instructed, "Take some men with you and bring back more of that soil."
Wei Qi hesitated for a moment.
Noticing this, the Emperor immediately asked, "What’s the matter?"
Wei Qi responded, "If I may speak frankly, My Lord, I had already obtained some soil from that place when the Jingmiao Grass first grew, and I conducted experiments with other medicinal herb seeds."
The Emperor, "You’ve experimented? What were the results?"
Wei Qi’s expression turned bitter, "I wasn’t able to grow anything. Because of that, I even consulted several medicinal farmers, but they all said it was just ordinary soil with nothing special about it."
The Emperor’s brow furrowed, "What about the pot of soil in Uncle’s pharmacy?"
Wei Qi shook his head, "I don’t know about that either."
After musing for a moment, the Emperor turned and went into the pharmacy. Shortly after, he reappeared holding a handful of soil, "Go and ask the medicinal farmers about this soil, see if there is anything different."
Wei Qi carefully took the soil and then quickly left.
That evening, Wei Qi returned with an elderly medicinal farmer, his hair white with age.
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