For the apprentices at the Medicine Hall, the most detested task was likely sorting herbs.
After all, the sheer variety of herbs was overwhelming. A great many of them had no significant difference in appearance; in fact, many looked nearly identical.
But a subtle difference in appearance could mean a world of difference in medicinal properties.
The slightest mistake would inevitably earn a harsh reprimand from Elder Li—or even punishment.
But for Chu Mu, this chance to perfectly combine theory with practice was something he truly enjoyed.
After all, if he were to purchase these several large sacks of herbs himself, even just a small amount of each variety, the cumulative cost would be astronomical.
The medicine cabinet in his now-ruined guest room had only held a few dozen common herbs in minuscule amounts, yet that alone had cost him nearly two months of his Black Gold and Monthly Stipend combined.
