Portable Museum

Chapter 187
The main cause of Qiu Wenyan's stomachache is the palace cold.

Therefore, in the treatment of dysmenorrhea, the fundamental treatment method is not pain relief, but warming the palace, dredging collaterals and activating blood circulation.

The traditional Chinese medicine that Zhang Junping gave Qiu Wenyan was the one that warms the palace and activates the blood.

Back in the courtyard, Zhang Junping borrowed a medicine casserole from Qin Shumei's next door.

"Pingzi, what's the matter? Do you boil medicine in the middle of the night?" Qin Shumei asked with concern.

"Well, Qiu Wenyan has a stomachache. I'll make her some traditional Chinese medicine that warms the palace and activates blood." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Oh! Do you have any brown sugar at home? I still have some at home!" Qin Shumei immediately understood what happened when she heard Zhang Junping say this.

Dysmenorrhea is something that almost all women have experienced. Naturally, they also understand that the feeling of dysmenorrhea is not good.

However, Qin Shumei has survived.

"Thank you, Sister Qin. I have brown sugar at home, and I've made brown sugar water for her."

Zhang Junping took the medicine jar, took some water, and soaked the traditional Chinese medicine first.

At this time, Zhang Junping was a little embarrassed.

On this day, basically every household has started to light the stove for heating.

However, this does not include Zhang Junping's family.

He was young and vigorous, and he didn't feel the cold of winter at all, so he didn't light the stove.

Not only did they not light the stove, but they did not even buy briquettes.

Just when Zhang Junping was worried and was about to go to Qin Shumei's house to borrow briquettes and fire again, a person walked out from the west wing.

"Pingzi, are you preparing to boil medicine?"

"Brother Zhu, you haven't slept yet! Is it disturbing you?"

"No, what time is it, how can I sleep so early.

Hirako, you didn't light the stove, did you? "Brother Zhu asked with a smile.

"I really haven't lit the stove."

"Then use my stove!" Brother Zhu said enthusiastically.

"This, what an embarrassment.

Just lend me some briquettes.

My house has a stove, but no briquettes. "Zhang Junping smiled embarrassedly.

"It's okay! It's okay! You light the stove again, when will it be?" Brother Zhu said and went back to the house and moved the stove out of his house.

"Thank you, Brother Zhu!" Zhang Junping said politely, but he was no longer humble.

Put the soaked Chinese medicine on the stove.

Open the furnace door and let the fire flourish.

After a while, the yard smelled of traditional Chinese medicine.

The smell of traditional Chinese medicine alarmed the people in the yard, so the lights in each house were lit up one after another.

The curtains of the windows of each house were lifted a corner, looked at, and then the doors opened.

"Pingzi, why are you cooking Chinese medicine so late?"

"Pingzi, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"Pingzi..."

Facing the neighbor's caring greetings, Zhang Junping felt warm in his heart.

"Ah, Aunt Wang, Uncle Liu, Brother Zhao, Uncle Wen, I'm fine.

Give my partner some medicine to take care of his body.

I'm really sorry to interrupt everyone to rest! Zhang Junping smiled and apologized to the neighbors in the yard.

"fine!"

"fine!"

Everyone said it was okay.

"Pingzi, after boiling the medicine for a while, remember to dump the medicine residue on the road outside." Aunt Wang reminded.

"Thank you, Aunt Wang, I understand!"

After being polite again, everyone went back to the house one after another, continued to sleep or...

After the martial fire is boiled, turn off the small fire and change it to a slow fire.

Finally boiled the medicine, Zhang Junping carefully poured the medicine into the bowl.

Then dump the medicinal residues on the road in the alley outside the yard.

This is a superstitious practice.

Pour the dregs of the medicine on the road, and pedestrians will take away the sickness.

"Swallow, are you feeling better?" Zhang Junping entered the room with a bowl in his hand.

Qiu Wenyan was still lying on the bed, covering her stomach with her hands.

"After drinking the brown sugar water, it's much better!" Qiu Wenyan said in a low voice enduring the pain.

"Come on, drink the medicine, and the stomachache will be fine after drinking the medicine." Zhang Junping carefully helped Qiu Wenyan up, and took a pillow for her to lean on.

Holding the bowl, Zhang Junping dug out a spoonful of medicine with a spoon, blew carefully, and fed it to Qiu Wenyan's mouth.

"En!" Qiu Wenyan nodded happily, and obediently drank the medicine.

"Oh, it's so hard!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, I forgot, just wait a moment!" Zhang Junping put down the bowl, patted his forehead and smiled.

Turning around, I went to the cupboard and pretended to search for a while, and took out a bottle of honey.

"This is linden honey that I brought back from the Northeast.

If you add a little honey, it will not be bitter. " Zhang Junping laughed while holding the linden tree honey.

"There's honey, take it out sooner!" Qiu Wenyan pouted and complained coquettishly.

"Hehe, forgot!

I bought a lot of honey from the Northeast and sent some to our mother later. "Zhang Junping laughed.

Zhang Junping fed Qiu Wenyan the traditional Chinese medicine.

After drinking the medicine, Qiu Wenyan broke into a sweat.

"Oh, what kind of medicine is this? Why is it so effective? My stomach is warm now, and it doesn't hurt at all." Qiu Wenyan asked in surprise.

"The medicine for warming the palace and promoting blood circulation." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

In fact, many people have a misunderstanding about Chinese medicine and Chinese medicine.

It is believed that in traditional Chinese medicine, traditional Chinese medicine is to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence, so the curative effect is slow.

In fact, this is a wrong understanding.

The slow effect is because there is no symptom, and the medicine is not right, so the natural effect is slow.

If the symptoms are right, Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are no less effective than western medicine and western medicine.

"Wait tomorrow, I'll get you a few doses of traditional Chinese medicine, drink it for half a month, and you won't be tortured by dysmenorrhea again." Zhang Junping put his arms around Qiu Wenyan's waist and smiled softly.

"You really know Chinese medicine?" Qiu Wenyan asked in surprise.

"Of course, I told you, you don't believe me!

In the future, you will slowly find that there are many things your husband will know. "Zhang Junping bit Qiu Wenyan's ear and laughed softly.

"You can!" Qiu Wenyan was bitten by Zhang Junping, twisted her body, and said coquettishly.

That night, Qiu Wenyan didn't go home, but stayed at Zhang Junping's house for the first time.

However, nothing happened that night.

Zhang Jun calmly held Qiu Wenyan and slept all night.

After breakfast the next day, Zhang Junping sent Qiu Wenyan to the work unit before returning to the Materials Bureau.

"You boy, your courage is getting bigger and bigger!" Xu Shaomin sighed as soon as they met.

"what happened?"

"Did the swallow spend the night with you yesterday?"

"Damn, how did you know?" Zhang Junping asked in surprise.

"Your mother-in-law even called my house." Xu Shaomin laughed jokingly.

"Oh! Yesterday Yanzi had a severe stomachache, so he stayed with me and did not leave." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"Be careful, kid, don't kill anyone." Xu Shaomin reminded with a smile.

"Squad leader, do you really not understand or fake? What could happen in yesterday's situation." Zhang Junping looked at Xu Shaomin with contempt.

"Okay! I'm too lazy to take care of your things.

By the way, you may have to go out when you are young. " Xu Shaomin said, also feeling a little embarrassed.

"Where are you going? What's the matter?" Zhang Junping asked in confusion.

It's the end of the year, why is there still a procurement task.

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