My village can't be like this

Chapter 580 The Use of Diamond Vine
"Daddy, does Miss Xiaoyan always get sick like this? Isn't it too dangerous when no one is around her?"

On the way, Zhang An thought of how little Yan Qian had fallen ill just now, and asked Zhang and his party beside him. He still felt a little frightened.

Although I had heard about the mother and daughter when I met them before, what I heard from others was completely different from what I saw with my own eyes.

Zhang Anxin's fear was not because he was frightened by Yan Qian's appearance just now. There really weren't many things that could really frighten him now.

He just suddenly felt how sad it was when a person couldn't control himself normally.

If an average person had had such an experience, how would their inner world collapse?

Even if the real self is unconscious when the disease occurs, when I wake up and hear people talk about it, I feel so tormented in my heart.

And Yan Qian, a little girl, has been suffering from this strange disease since she was a child. How did she survive it?

If the roles of the two were reversed, Zhang An felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to bear it and would not want to see others.

In this regard, Yan Qian is really amazing, at least most people can't do it to her level.

"They are basically the same. As soon as she gets sick, she can't control herself at all. That's why someone in their family will always be with her and try to stay together."

Zhang Yixing said very plainly, but he didn't have as many ideas as Zhang An.

After all, he has been practicing medicine for decades, and he has seen everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen. His heart is no longer as turbulent as the young people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he feels calm.

After all, no amount of empathy has any effect. All he can do is try his best to help those poor people.

"Oh, I hope their family can find the things soon, otherwise it would be too cruel for a little girl who is only in her twenties."

At this moment, Zhang An sincerely wishes the little girl that she is twenty years old. This is the time when every life begins to be wonderful. There are still many beautiful scenery waiting to be encountered.

When she got home, Wang Fang hadn't cleared the dishes on the dinner table yet. She was probably watching the time and waiting for them to come back.

"You're back? How are you?"

When Fatty saw Zhang An and Zhang and his party coming back, he immediately came to ask.

Mei Jingya spoke so anxiously just now, but when he saw that Zhang An and Zhang Yihang came back after such a short time, he was very curious.

In fact, he wanted to follow them just now, but he didn't know them, which was not a good thing. He always felt a little bad about going over to join in the fun.

"Yeah, this is an emergency. It comes quickly and ends violently, but it can be treated quickly."

Zhang An nodded, picked up the unfinished meal on the table and continued.

"But I just saw that the aunt said it was quite serious, and yet it was cured so quickly. Daoist Zhang is really Hua Tuo alive."

Of course, there was one thing that Fatty didn't say out loud. He only muttered in his heart, that is, he felt that Zhang and his party were different from the old swindlers outside who were holding flags and swaggering around.

"It can't be that easy. This is a very complicated and strange disease. I'm afraid there's still a long way to go before it can be cured."

Before Zhang An could speak, Zhang Yi Xing took the lead and sighed and answered the fat man. He hoped that he could be cured soon as the fat man said, but it was a pity that it backfired.

"A very complicated strange disease? What kind of disease is it that even you find it difficult to deal with?"

In the eyes of the fat man, Zhang Yixing is like a miracle doctor in novels, because when he was here, he saw with his own eyes that many people's diseases could not be cured in any big hospital, but Zhang Yixing could easily solve them here. .

But now, he actually heard that there were still illnesses that Zhang and his party found difficult to treat.

But this time Zhang Yi Xing didn't say anything, and Zhang An on the other side didn't say anything either.

After all, this disease is not a good thing, it is quite shocking to say, and Yan Qian is a girl, so she can't spread it to everyone.

After the meal, Zhang and his party ran to the yard to rest as usual.

It’s just that it used to be the backyard, but now it’s the front yard.

This is because he prefers to bask in the sun, but because of the grape trellis in Zhang An's backyard, the sun is basically blocked.

"I didn't look carefully just now. When did you get a honeysuckle plant and plant it?"

Zhang and his party didn't notice it when they entered the door just now. Now they saw it and kept looking at it. They seemed quite satisfied.

"I found it when I was picking mushrooms in the mountains yesterday. I thought it had grown well, so I dug it up and planted it this morning. This yard is quite dull, so I planted it to decorate the wall."

At this time, Wang Fang brought a pot of herbal tea out of the room. Zhang An took it and poured a cup for Zhang and his party.

"It looks pretty good. If it grows alive, I can pick honeysuckle again this year. Then give some to me."

Zhang Yixing was different from others. When he saw honeysuckle, his first thought was not whether it looked good or not, but that he had gained another medicinal ingredient.

After all, when he usually sees people and prescribes some common prescriptions, honeysuckle is still more commonly used.

"Then I'll pick them all, keep some at home to make tea, and send the rest to you."

If Zhang and his party need it, Zhang An will naturally not deny it. They have a lot of tea reserves, and they drink honeysuckle just for a change.
"I don't need them all. How can I use so much? But you'd better plant them first. Next time I go into the mountains, I'll look for two and plant them at my place."

The more Zhang and his party looked at it, the more they thought it would be good to grow it. Not only was it comfortable to look at, but they didn’t have to go into the mountains to pick it.

"Then you can rest assured. This tree will definitely survive and bloom in two months."

If it had been anyone else, it might not have survived if planted, but in Zhang An's place, it was really difficult for it to die. With the spring water in the sky every day, even if it was dying, it could come back to life.

However, Zhang and his party did not talk to him anymore, but turned their attention to Xiao Siqi, who was playing with the big dog in the yard.

"Qiqi, come here grandpa."

Except for family members, if it were anyone else, anyone calling Xiao Siqi might not immediately pay attention.

But seeing that it was Zhang Yixing, his godfather, the little guy didn't care about playing with the big dog that he was tossing, and ran over in a hurry.

Then Zhang Yixing picked up the little guy and laid him on his lap, stretched out his hand and started groping on his back.

"The little guy has a good physical foundation. If we continue at this rate, we will be able to teach him the basics in another two years."

Zhang and his party were very satisfied when they found that the little guy's current development speed was still faster than that of children of the same age.

Although this was the case before, he was worried that the little guy was just a flash in the pan. Now that it was confirmed, he felt relieved.

Because this kind of physique is very suitable for practicing martial arts. After all, the earlier you get started, the more benefits you will get. However, there are not many people like Zhang An who were blind at practicing when they were young, but suddenly have an epiphany when they grow up. When Zhang An heard that, although this was his son, he felt a little gloating at this moment.

Other children can play until they are four or five years old, and then start attending preschool.

As for this one, his happy time had to end at the age of three.

However, Zhang An was very supportive in this matter. Only after practicing martial arts did he understand the secret of it.

Because what Zhang Yixing has inherited is Taoist health-preserving skills. The more you practice, the better your health will be. Unlike some other methods, which will exhaust your body in the end.

In the afternoon, Zhang and his party went back to Sanqing Temple. He was still talking about Heizi who had not eaten lunch in the temple.

In the past, he didn't think it was a big deal when he was alone, but now, with Heizi by his side, it seemed to be pretty good.

"Zhang An, the old man said in the morning that I have someone to blame for the moisture problem. How should I solve it?"

Not long after Zhang Yi left, the fat man came over and pestered Zhang An.

Although he really didn't feel like living at Zhang An's house these days, he didn't feel that his problems were completely gone.

Judging from previous experience, there must be no problem while staying here, but as soon as he returned, he popped up again within a few days.

Thinking of what he had done before, if it could be solved, he really didn't want to suffer that kind of torture again. Although it wasn't serious, it would affect the rhythm of his life too much.

"Actually, this isn't a big problem for you. It can be solved without needing an injection or boiling a pot of medicine."

"There is a treasure in the mountains called sarsaparilla, which we call golden steel vine. The roots are usually dug out and used as medicine. It can be used to treat rheumatism and bruises."

Zhang An saw that the fat man was very anxious about this matter, so he didn't tease him.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the fat man.

"Ah, isn't it because I have too much moisture? Have I become rheumatism?"

Because as soon as he heard the word rheumatism, he thought of Mr. Huang's miserable situation in the morning and was immediately frightened.

"Why are you so anxious? I haven't finished talking yet. You just have too much moisture and are still far away from rheumatism. But if you wait a few more years, it will probably be over soon."

Zhang An gave the anxious fat man a helpless look. This guy really cared about his life.

When the fat man was told this, he immediately shut his mouth and listened to Zhang An obediently.

"The roots of the King Kong Vine can be used to treat general rheumatism, but if you just have heavy moisture in your body, you don't need the roots of the King Kong Vine. You only need to pick its tender tips and cook them like we usually cook the tips and sweet potato leaves. Just cook it and eat it, and it will be gone after a few more meals."

Although many people only care about the roots of the Vajra Vine, in fact, its tender tips are also very effective, but few people know it.

"It's that simple?"

After hearing this, the fat man asked slightly suspiciously.

"It's that simple, but you have to be mentally prepared. This thing is different from melon tips. Even if it is cooked, it doesn't taste very good."

Zhang An had tasted this stuff before. I can't say it tasted bad, but it was very bad because it tasted bitter.

But he didn't mention this to the fat man, what if this guy found out that he wouldn't eat anymore.

"Hey, what did I think? It just doesn't taste good. It's not a problem. After all, it's a medicine. It's normal that it doesn't taste good. But when are we going to find this thing?"

The fat man originally gritted his teeth and looked like he was being judged, but after hearing Zhang An's words, he immediately became nonchalant and waved his hand to show that it was just a sprinkling of water.

"It's nothing to do anyway. Let's go when the sun gets smaller in the afternoon. There are many of these things in the mountains, so you don't have to go too far to find them."

Zhang An looked at the fat man's heroic look and just hoped that when it was cooked, he could eat it with such pride.

The fat man agreed upon hearing this, because the sun outside was at its strongest right now, and even if Zhang An told him to leave now, he would still say wait a little longer.

At this time, Xiao Siqi suddenly ran in front of the two of them, and those two big eyes were staring at Zhang An.

"What's wrong son?"

Zhang Anke is very familiar with his son's appearance. Whenever he behaves like this, that's when he asks for something from you.

Little Siqi can't speak yet, but he can already understand the meaning of many words. When his father asked, he immediately pointed outside and babbling, and wanted to drag Zhang An to the outside of the yard with his other hand.

This time Zhang An understood, because at this moment he had noticed a burst of shouts of "Selling ice cream, selling popsicles" from outside. This was the old man who often came to sell ice cream and popsicles.

The little guy is usually indifferent to everything, but he is extremely active when eating this piece.

When I heard that the old man selling ice cream outside was coming, I immediately came to look for my father, fearing that if it was too late, the old man would run away.

"It turns out we all want to eat ice cream. Come on, uncle Fat will take you to buy some."

The fat man also reacted at this moment. Before Zhang An could speak, he had already stretched out his hands towards the little guy.

It has been said since ancient times that a mother has breasts. As soon as the little guy heard that the fat uncle said that he would take him to buy ice cream, he immediately let go of his father's hand and crawled into the fat man's arms.

Zhang An couldn't help but twitch his lips. He was indeed a foodie, and the speed at which he changed his face was simply amazing.

So the fat man hugged the little guy and walked out of the yard immediately. When he saw the old man selling ice cream in front of him, he immediately shouted: "Selling ice cream, stop for a moment."

When the old man heard someone calling him, he immediately stopped pedaling on the 28-bar.

Pulling off the bicycle stand, he turned back with a smile and asked, "What do you want?"

The fat man didn't answer, and just said he'd like to see what's available first. In fact, the ice cream popsicles available these days only come in a few varieties.

The old man didn't refuse and opened the large foam box on the rear frame of the bicycle to let the fat man see for himself.

"Li Yao, Yanzi, do you want to eat ice cream? Come over here and Fatty Uncle will buy it for you."

At this time, the fat man saw the group of kids staring at the old popsicle man in the distance, and called them all over without thinking.

Few of these little guys have pocket money, and even if they do, it's already the end of summer vacation, and their wallets have long been emptied.

Even Li Yao, a rich man, is now speechless because he is getting more and more naughty, causing Zhou Lan to cut off his pocket money, so even if they want to eat ice cream, they can only look at it and think about it in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)