Walking down the street, you will find that this is a melting pot where various races live in harmony.
Along the way, you can not only see humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes and halflings, which were common in the past, but also orcs, trolls, goblins, kobolds, beastmen, as well as scaled people, sea people, and various half-humans, sub-humans, humanoids and their subspecies!
These people from different races, whether they are creatures considered to be "evil camps" or inferior races that are considered ignorant and primitive, live together in harmony.
In this era, there seems to be no so-called "camp barriers" or "racial discrimination", and everyone is full of respect and tolerance for their own culture.
Although Jia Lan felt that all this was a bit strange, he had to admit that this harmonious atmosphere made him feel very comfortable.
He saw a strong orc, who looked scary, but was working hard to carry the goods, and then smiled honestly and took the reward from the goblin boss.
He also saw a half-werewolf driver, pulling a rickshaw quickly, politely sending an elf lady to the shopping street and helping her get off the car... Such a scene would not have been possible in Jia Lan's era!
This is a strange, but pretty good era!
Jia Lan looked at everything around him with a smile on his face. He followed a happy girl who was jumping and hopping, and strolled in the lively market.
When they came to a small vendor, Jia Lan suddenly stopped and looked at the goods on the stall in surprise.
It was a pile of dried branches of blood mistletoe, which is one of the important materials for making hemostatic ointment.
Although this is not rare, it should not be mixed with some wild fruits and sold on the stall!
Jia Lan remembered that in the Adventurer's Guild, a small blood mistletoe vine cost two silver coins, and the hemostatic ointment made from it was sold for one gold coin per small can! And on this stall, there was a pile of thick blood mistletoe vines, which looked at least ten years old!
Jia Lan blinked, thinking that if he could buy these blood mistletoe vines and make hemostatic ointments to sell, he should be able to raise enough money for tuition! So, he squatted in front of the stall and pretended to look through the goods casually. This is just the periphery of the market. There are no formal shops and stalls. The vendors just spread a piece of animal skin or linen on the ground and put their goods on it. The vendor was wearing a tattered linen clothes, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were a little cloudy. Seeing Jia Lan squatting, he immediately showed a flattering and fearful smile, obviously hoping that Jia Lan would buy his things.
Jia Lan found that, apart from the blood mistletoe, the stall only sold some ordinary wild fruits.
This puzzled him a little, because the blood mistletoe tasted bitter and could not be mistaken for fruit.
So how did the farmer get these blood mistletoe vines? Did he find them by accident, or did he not know the plant at all, but just saw that its blood-red juice was very special, so he picked it to try his luck?
After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, those mysterious magicians are always interested in strange stones, weird bugs and poisonous plants.
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Jia Lan picked up a blood mistletoe vine and looked at it, and found that it was already very dry, which made him a little regretful.
Fresh blood mistletoe vines are most suitable for making medicine. Although the medicinal properties will not be lost after drying, it will be more troublesome to process.
At this time, Alan squatted down curiously and looked at the blood mistletoe in Jialan's hand: "Jialan, do you want to buy the cardamom vine?"
Alan came from the countryside and was not interested in these wild fruits. She was just curious why Jialan was interested in this cardamom vine.
"You said this blood-red vine is called cardamom vine?" Jialan looked at her in surprise. The girl smiled and said, "Yes! In our village, we call it 'pigeon blood vine'. Sometimes the aunts in the village will pick some to dye the cloth. Of course, it has some other uses, you see..."
As she said, Alan picked up a blood mistletoe vine, wiped it on the cross section with saliva, and then applied it to her lips. Suddenly, her lips were stained with a layer of beautiful purple-red, making her look more attractive.
"... In fact, it can also be used to paint nails! But you still need some resin."
The girl gently licked her lips, which were as soft as petals, and then stretched out her dyed fingers to show Jialan.
Jialan was stunned for a moment, thinking: What did Alan just say? She actually used "blood mistletoe" to dye cloth? Isn't this too wasteful?
Moreover, when Jia Lan was in the "Kolanburg Library", he rarely came into contact with women, so he didn't know that "blood mistletoe" could also be used to paint lips and nails.
"Is this kind of "pigeon blood vine" a lot?" Jia Lan asked in confusion.
He couldn't believe it. Although "blood mistletoe" was not rare, it shouldn't be so much that it could be used to dye cloth, right?
The farmer who was setting up the stall smiled and took off his worn straw hat, put it on his chest, and enthusiastically promoted his goods: "Sir, although pigeon blood vine is common, it does not grow here in the "Cape Peninsula". It can only be found in the dense forest above the halfway point of the "Sea Wall Mountains". These are the old vines I specially picked, and the color is particularly strong. Do you want to buy some?"
"Very common?" Jia Lan muttered, and suddenly realized a problem: this is not his original era. Perhaps people of this era do not know the medicinal value of "blood mistletoe vine". Large-scale picking has caused it to become scarce. After more than a thousand years of no one caring about it, the number has become even smaller...
Thinking of this, Jia Lan swallowed his saliva, turned to the girl and said: "Alan, can you lend me some money first? I think I can make something with these pigeon blood vines."
"Make something? Do you mean to extract rhodamine for dyeing?" Alan asked puzzled.
Jia Lan was penniless and could only try his best to persuade this "God of Wealth" to invest: "Yes, maybe I can make some cosmetics, such as lipstick and eye shadow..."
The girl asked curiously: "Cosmetics? Lipstick? Eye shadow? What is that?"
In order to prevent the farmer from taking the opportunity to raise the price, Jia Lan casually said some new words, and even he was stunned. He didn't know why he made up these words that he had never heard of.
But the girl didn't care. While taking money out of her pocket, she asked: "Do you need a lot of pigeon blood vines to extract rhodamine?"
