I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

On the night of the winter solstice, the Star Tower is also illuminated by star lights and very lively.

In the small courtyard where Mr. Mo was, a banquet was also held. Wei Cang and other disabled generals and wounded soldiers gathered together to toast their master one by one and say some auspicious words.

The wine they drank was clearly the same as Bu Xianxian who had bought a bottle of dozens to hundreds of gold in Mingyue Tower just now.

The wine is packed in black jars, and there is no limit at all.

Because he always welcomes those who come, a faint red glow appears on Mr. Mo's cold face, especially at the corners of his eyes and at the tips of his ears. Against the snow-white face, it is really stunning.

But if you add that pair of bottomless black eyes that make people dare not look directly, it adds a layer of indescribable majesty that makes people unable to feel any contempt or blasphemy.

The news from Mingyue Tower came here at this time.

All the conversations and actions between Huo Yu and Luo Qianhuai were described in detail by the visitors.

Mr. Mo didn't say a word, but the messenger's voice became lower and lower as he spoke. Later, his body was shivering like chaff.

I don't know why, but the gentleness and tolerance I felt when I first met my master have long since disappeared. The cold and gloomy aura kept pressing against him, and the room was silent. The personal guards had long since left quietly without loyalty, leaving him alone to bear the sudden wrath of the Lord.

In fact, it wasn't just him. Besides Mr. Mo, there were two other people in the room, Wei Cang and Wei Ying.

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, it is not convenient for Wei Ying to show up directly, so he can only temporarily hide on the beam. The other camp guards also changed their identities and silently entered the various buildings in Xijing.

Compared to Xijing's population of 500,000 at this time, these 100 people are just like sand and gravel in the sea. Once integrated into it, they can never be fished out.

Wei Cang and Wei Cang knew very well the status of Mrs. Luo in their lord's heart, so they were not surprised by his anger at this time.

The messenger's back was soaked with cold sweat before he heard the order for him to go down.

As soon as he left, Wei Cang extinguished most of the lights with his hand and lowered the curtains in front of the window.

"Sir." Wei Ying jumped down and knelt on the ground: "I didn't expect that Huo Yu was so sanctimonious and dared to covet Mrs. Luo. I will go to Changling in person and teach him a lesson in secret so that he will not dare to do it again. That’s the idea.”

Wei Cang also agreed: "It is indeed too shameless. If I had known this, the young master should not have put the lady Luan back. With her in hand, Huo Yu will have some scruples in his actions."

Mr. Mo lowered his eyes and said nothing, only gently turning the white jade ring on his hand.

Wei Ying's understanding of Luan Weiniang was limited to the fact that she was Huo Yu's wife, but he didn't know anything else.

"How can the wife at home interfere with this man's stealing love and jade? He might just take this opportunity to find another bride."

"How is it possible?" Wei Cang didn't believe it at all: "That Huo Yu was Lady Luan back then."

A sound like a cold spring sounded, interrupting his words at the right time.

"Wei Cang." Mr. Mo's face was calm: "Don't mention the past. People's hearts are fickle, and I really misjudged the importance of Lady Luan in Huo Yu's heart." "Young Master." Wei Cang couldn't hear the Lord's confession. He made a mistake and rushed to say: "Huo Yu is hiding too deep, how can I blame you. Why don't you just follow what the leader of the guard camp said and teach him a lesson."

"In these troubled times, all forces are sensitive and suspicious, so there is no need to be so obvious." Mr. Mo's eyes were cold and indifferent: "I just need the Huo family to sit in this seat. But if he is really too busy, I can also help He found something to do.”

Luo Qianhuai drank wine and fell into a daze at night, without even half a dream.

As soon as she got up, Xingjiu brought warm water over in a copper basin, and Yan Ning was holding willow branches and green salt for her to wash.

The morning meal has also been prepared, including white rice porridge, omelette, soup dumplings, a plate of barbecued pork tenderloin, a plate of frosted vegetables, and a portion of crispy pickled melon.

The method of making soup dumplings was taught by Luo Qianhuai.

The dough needs to be kneaded repeatedly with warm water to wake up, so that the rolled out dough will become chewy and not transparent.

The meat filling is made of fresh meat with ginger, salt, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, caramel sugar and a little sesame oil. Chicken stock is poured in several times and stirred. When wrapping, the meat skin jelly that has been cooked and cooled is added. The steamed soup is full of sweat. Just bite it and suck it, and it will fill your mouth with delicious flavor.

Luo Qianhuai invited everyone to join the table, and also talked about the recent arrangements.

"It may take some time for the drug store to open." She thought that it would be difficult to reopen the old case, but as long as her uncle's grievances were revealed, the sign of Ji'antang, a century-old store, would definitely come back, which would definitely be better than building a new one from scratch. New brands are much easier.

Thinking of this, she also mentioned the reason to everyone, and finally said to Yan Shu and Yan Ning: "While waiting for the retrial, I will teach you medical skills first. You must memorize it from the "Nei Jing" and "Su Wen" , I’ll explain it in detail when I’m familiar with it.”

These two books, together with "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", are the main basis for diagnosis and treatment of traditional Chinese medicine in Henan. There were also several later monographs such as "Mai Jing", but they were all kept secret by famous experts and refused to be made public.

"Shen Nong's Materia Medica" only contains 365 kinds of medicinal herbs, which is much less than the 1892 kinds of medicinal herbs in "Compendium of Materia Medica", and its medicinal properties and efficacy are also much vaguer.

Luo Qianhuai plans to rewrite the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in his spare time. On the one hand, it will be used for teaching, and on the other hand, he will also ask the medicinal material merchant Qi Mingqi, Boss Qi, to bring out some things that no one knows in this era, but will be used in later generations. Collect a batch of common medicinal materials used in prescriptions.

This is just the beginning. There were too many medical monographs from later generations, and she had to single out the most important ones to praise, such as "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Synopsis of the Golden Chamber", "Treatise on Warm Heat", "Tiao Bian of Febrile Diseases", etc. It is an indispensable foundation for studying medicine.

When you think about it, what you have to do is quite arduous. Not to mention anything else, the book "Compendium of Materia Medica" alone has more than 190 million words, more than a thousand illustrations of medicines, and tens of thousands of prescriptions.

If bamboo slips are used for writing, and a cart can hold 150,000 words of bamboo slips, this monograph alone would have to be loaded on more than a dozen carts, enough to create two or three talented people with a wealth of knowledge.

Moreover, writing on bamboo slips is easy, but drawing illustrations is not so convenient.

But if all silk is used, it will not be conducive to dissemination, and it will be too extravagant.

Otherwise, get the papermaking skills out of the system? Luo Qianhuai only hesitated for a short while before making a decision.

Although she has no intention of changing the world like other time travellers, she just does it for her own convenience, and sometimes she can't do nothing.