Chapter 327: Willing to Contribute to the Development of Traditional Chinese Medicine

After Yang Zhong took a sip of the spirit tea, he felt his old bones become much lighter, and immediately stood up to perform a set of Tai Chi in the open space.

Previously, he would be out of breath and his legs would go weak halfway through, needing to rest before continuing.

But this time, Yang Zhong discovered he could complete the entire set without stopping, and even had energy to spare.

He twisted his joints a few times, clenched his fists, and his old arms and legs suddenly felt useful again.

How amazing—what kind of tea is this spirit tea? Even medicinal prescriptions based on pattern differentiation aren't this fast-acting.

Yang Zhong murmured to himself, the shock in his heart beyond words.

He sat back at the tea table, slowly drank the remaining spirit tea down to the last drop, then looked at the teapot, his old eyes full of longing.

Miss Lin, may I possibly have another cup?

Lin Meng smiled and pushed the teapot toward Chairman Yang, saying:

Old Yang, please help yourself—this spirit tea remains remarkably effective even after three steepings; this pot of tea is now yours, you may drink it however you like.

After Lin Meng finished speaking, Yang Zhong's eyes lit up noticeably and his breathing quickened.

Really? You're really giving me this whole pot of tea? Can I take it all away?

Lin Meng gave a slight nod; she was indeed generous today.

Ye Chenjing beside them glanced at the teapot but said nothing.

Upon receiving the affirmative answer, Yang Zhong immediately became excited.

He first poured himself another cup, picked up the teapot and glanced at Ye Chenjing, then reluctantly poured him a cup as well.

Lin Meng's teacup in front of her remained full, so Yang Zhong didn't refill it; carefully and nervously, he drew the teapot toward himself, holding it with both hands.

He intended to take the teapot home; the spirit tea could still be steeped twice more, and good things should naturally be shared with his old spouse.

He could also invite a few old friends to come and sample it together.

Showing off was only part of it; more importantly, Yang Zhong wanted others with old bones like his to try it and see if they, too, would feel completely rejuvenated after drinking.

If that were truly the case, then this spirit tea definitely has high research value.

Having drunk the tea, Yang Zhong also came to understand Lin Meng's special qualities; in the ensuing conversation, he dared not adopt a superior attitude, doing his best to let Lin Meng take the lead.

Upon hearing that the precious fresh medicinal materials were all ready, Yang Zhong rose excitedly and bowed deeply to Lin Meng.

Lin Meng quickly rose to support Old Yang, saying:

Old Yang, please don't do this—I can contribute these medicinal materials, and I also wish to lend a hand to our nation's traditional Chinese medicine development; I see your sincerity, and on price I can make the utmost concession.

Lin Meng had already made up her mind; selling this batch of medicinal materials at the lowest price would suffice.

She no longer needed to accumulate wealth from these medicinal materials, and besides, this is a national project.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhong's old eyes instantly welled up, his heart surging as he held Lin Meng's hand.

Miss Lin, I thank you on behalf of the nation, but rest assured, our Chinese Medicine Association has the budget and will definitely provide ample funding, ensuring you suffer no loss.

The preciousness of wild ginseng is well known to everyone.

If we could cultivate it on a large scale thanks to this, its value would be immeasurable!

Then let's settle it: I'll provide the medicinal materials, and once the base is built, just give the word and I'll deliver them right away.

Speaking of which, the site for the medicinal materials base happens to be my hometown, Lin Jia Cun; if you need a few local villagers to help with construction, I happen to have some suitable candidates.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhong immediately understood and said:

I never expected Miss Lin to be from Lin Jia Cun—that's wonderful; having someone familiar with Lin Jia Cun will speed up the base construction.

Let's do this: I'll get in touch with the person in charge, and then have him contact you directly.

After Lin Meng and Yang Zhong exchanged contact information, they each went their separate ways.

After Yang Zhong watched Lin Meng drive away, he then got into his own car.

To show sincerity and also to protect the identity of the mysterious medicinal materials merchant, Yang Zhong came by driving himself.

He held the teapot carefully in his arms, but no matter how he positioned it in the car, he was dissatisfied.

In the end, he could only call someone to pick him up, and only then did he securely bring the teapot home.

The Yang family's old and young didn't understand why Old Master was acting so strangely, carrying a teapot all the way into the house, not letting anyone touch it, and mysteriously dragging his old spouse inside.

Old spouse, quickly bring a clean teacup over—I have something good to share with you.

Yang Zhong guarded the thing in his arms like an old child who had found a treasure, protecting it as if it were his eyeball.

Upon close inspection, one could see that he had deliberately stuffed the teapot's mouth with a clean tissue.

Yang Zhong's wife, though over seventy, remained elegant and graceful, wearing a Chinese-style outfit that was dignified and proper.

Nevertheless, seeing Yang Zhong in this state, she couldn't help but laugh.

Old man, whose house did you go to for tea again, bringing back their teapot like that—it's impolite.

At home, in front of his old spouse, Yang Zhong had completely lost his usual composure, speaking in a smug, self-satisfied tone:

This time is different—don't you notice I've changed somehow?

Yang Zhong had already placed the teapot in the center of the table, then, in front of his boss, he swung his arms and legs, hopping about.

The old lady saw this and couldn't help but frown.

No proper form—be careful lest your grandchildren see you as a joke; you're already an old bundle of bones, watch out for flinging your legs and breaking them.

After the old lady finished speaking, she suddenly saw Yang Zhong performing Tai Chi in front of her—vigorous and powerful, soft yet firm, with a fairly standard posture—and she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Hey, old spouse, your spirit today seems different—what's going on?

Seeing his old spouse finally notice his change, Yang Zhong excitedly lifted the teapot.

I went to see that mysterious medicinal materials merchant today; she gave me a pot of tea—this tea is extraordinary, it's spirit tea, one sip makes a person turn young!

The old lady furrowed her brows, looking at Yang Zhong in confusion.

This old spouse of mine usually warns the family not to be fooled, to think scientifically and logically, and to never believe any exaggerated propaganda.

How come today I've broken my own rule and become the one spreading exaggerations?

Yang Zhong saw his wife's expression and knew right away that they simply didn't believe it.

He also knew that talking about it was baseless; better to experience it personally.

So Yang Zhong quickly fetched a small teacup, removed the paper towel from the pot's spout, swiftly poured a cup for his wife, then immediately stuffed the paper towel back in, afraid to let any trace of tea aroma escape.

The old lady grew even more suspicious seeing this, was about to speak, but suddenly smelled a strange tea fragrance.

Just after sniffing a few times, she felt her body seemed to become more comfortable.

Before Yang Zhong could speak, the old lady quickly took the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.

In the next second, the elderly woman's bodily functions seemed to truly improve; her body instantly felt energized, and her hands and feet became much lighter.

"You say what's this called? Spiritual tea? My eldest grandson usually likes reading cultivation novels; in them there seems to be something called spiritual tea..."