The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

When Zhao Yunchu was about to cry without tears, Yun Yan inside heard the sound back, and looked at it. It was Zhao Yunchu holding the jar and said hello, "Junior brother is here."

Zhao Yunchu said shyly: "Brother, just came to the monastery today, stop by to see you, and bring some milk to Beibei. That... can you get it open?"

"Haha, I just go in to get something, come, I will carry it back." Yun Yanhui and Zhao Yunchu worked together to tear Babe off, put it back in the fence, and poured milk to it.

"Grateful, you are going to spoil it, this guy should be weaned." Yun Yan scratched his head back, "I can't greet you today, I'm going up the mountain to collect medicine."

"What are you doing, who is sick?"

"My mother felt the wind and cold, so the master wrote a prescription. Two medicines happened to be gone, so I will pick them up." Yun Yan turned around and showed him the medicine basket to show that he was not lying.

No way, Yun Yan went back to the previous record too much. Zhao Yunchu took a look and said, "Brother Yan, I'll go with you."

"Don't," Yun Yan looked around for a while, "The mage told me that your family had sent someone to follow you secretly. When I saw I led you up the mountain, wouldn't you tear me up?"

Zhao Yunchu also knew this was the reason, so he had to say: "Then I will ask someone to help you pick the medicine. You can stay with me."

"..." Yun Yan glanced back at the bag, and said as he handed it out, "How embarrassed then..."

Zhao Yunchu immediately called someone and asked Yun Yan to return the name of the medicine, and let those who knew it to pick it up. He himself sat on the steps with Yun Yan and chatted.

Yun Yan turned back and said while pushing the panda: "Brother, you always run to the temple, do you want to be a monk in the future? If you become a monk, you must build a monastery specifically for you, right?"

"Is it possible to not allow me to build new temples casually now, or ask me to be the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple?" Zhao Yunchu also thought for a while, "but my mother refuses to let me become a monk."

"There is no mother who wants his son to become a monk. If you become a monk, you must be a good monk, otherwise it doesn't make sense. But a monk like Master Kuangran, it's hard work." Yun Yan replied.

These days, there are not many monks who have completely obeyed the precepts and clear rules, and have studied Buddhism. Obviously, the reason why he has a high status in the temple is precisely because he is a true mage. Although there are many unscrupulous monks, the core of a temple has to be true monks.

Zhao Yunchu also sighed, tilting his head and leaning against Yun Yanhui's shoulder.

"Oh, boy, don't get tired and crooked," Yun Yan shook him away in reply, "what does it look like."

Zhao Yunchu was wronged very much, because Yan Ge'er was too double standard, and their family Xiaobao was only two years younger, and asked him to carry it on his back. He just leaned on his shoulder and was disgusted to death.

Yun Yan not only doubled the standard, but also pulled X ruthlessly, leaving the milk, and putting the medicine on, the person can leave. After rushing Zhao Yunchu back to the place, he made medicine for Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping's body has gradually not been as well in the past two years. It is still because Yun Dalang mourned and injured his body after his death, so Yun Yanhui has been actively preventing the epidemic, so as not to let his mother do anything because of minor illnesses in this age of underdeveloped medical technology. Up.

It's just that Zheng Ping's prescription this time was not good after drinking a few posts, so she simply asked for a few days off and rested, but her body was red and swollen instead.

Yun Yan looked back and found that he even had his neck, but the lymph nodes were all swollen.

After thinking about it for a long time, she told Zheng Ping to stop sewing.

Zheng Ping didn't say anything, and Yun Yan couldn't understand it. He clearly told him that Zheng Ping was overwhelmed with grief after her deceased husband, and has not been relieved since, otherwise her body should have been well adjusted.

On weekdays, it looks normal. Except for the special time, it doesn't seem to be sad, but it is actually pinning the sorrow on the needle and thread, and putting emotion into it when tapering, so the works have become more and more exquisite in the past few years.

Obviously, I didn't figure this out originally, but this time I went to the clinic for treatment and realized that after seeing Zheng Ping's half of the works.

Where did Yun Yan go back to know that this happened again. Five years later, he thought Zheng Ping had let go. If it weren't for his young age, he wanted to persuade Zheng Ping to find a good person to marry again.

Hearing this, he quickly put away the tapestry tools.

"What should I do with this swelling, can you make another prescription?" Yun Yan looked back at that scary.

"This is the condensation of your mother's gloomy grief, and I can't help it. The medicine can't be dissipated." He said clearly.

What the hell, it's obviously a disease, with swollen lymph nodes. In recent years, Zheng Ping has been prone to catch wind and cold. Could it be that there is a problem with the immune system? This is right again with the clear words, after all, it still affects the mood.

The more Yun Yan thought back, the more chaotic he became, and he didn't know how to persuade Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping gave a wry smile, "Thank you Master, I will find someone to pinch the sheep tomorrow."

He nodded clearly and said: "There is a Nanban wife in Xiuxiang. They still have some means for this kind of disease, but they will try."

"Pinch the sheep? What do you mean?" Yun Yan turned back confused. Yangzi knew that the people's lymph nodes were called sheep, but he didn't understand what pinched the sheep was.

Zheng Ping couldn't explain the matter clearly. Anyway, Yun Yanhui will be brought with him tomorrow. Today, Yun Yanhui's opinions still have a certain weight at home.

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Yun Yan followed Zheng Ping to Embroidery Alley and entered a room built in a narrow gap. Inside the hall was sitting an old woman dressed in barbarian costumes.

The so-called Nanban is the Miao nationality at this time. There are not many people in Bianliang, but they have a sense of existence in recent years. They are mainly famous for their special songs and dances, which have won a lot of sought after. However, it is very contradictory, discriminating against the Miao nationality, and quite divided.

Zheng Ping greeted her old woman and talked with her.

However, after Yun Yan heard a few sentences back, he found that he did not understand at all. He looked at Zheng Ping in surprise. For several years, he had no idea that Zheng Ping could still speak the Miao language.

The old woman had a few conversations with Zheng Ping, and then asked her to sit down in blunt Chinese.

Yun Yanhui quickly squatted to the side with him.

He saw that the old woman glanced at herself and didn't say anything. She stretched out her wrinkled hand and placed it on Zheng Ping's neck, pinching her lymph nodes while muttering words.

Yun Yan turned his ears up and listened for a long time before he understood what she said: "Pinch the goat male, pinch the goat woman, choke the goat to death, and live the goat..."

After pinching it twelve times, Fang stopped, and the old woman went to bring a cup of tea for Zheng Ping to drink.

Yun Yan stared back at Zheng Ping's neck, but he didn't feel any improvement. He became entangled. This is simply feudal superstition. How could it be possible to pinch his neck and chant.

The medical skills and witchcraft of these years are still a bit different from each other—I don’t even know it, I recognize it. There are so many weird cure methods and customs. Some are useful and some are pure nonsense. This one, cloud Yan Hui looked really unreliable.

But Yun Yan didn't dare to say it back, and only cautiously suggested when he returned. Why don't you find a few more doctors to see, maybe someone who is good at it can cure him?

Zheng Ping said that it would take seven days, and it would not be too late to say it after seven days.

Yun Yan thought back to his heart, oh, you still have a course of treatment, okay, let's pinch it first, he asks the doctor on the other side to forget it.

Then I remembered the Miao language Zheng Ping said, and asked, "Mother, what are you talking with that mother-in-law? Why can't I understand?"

"That's the Miao dialect. I learned it from others." Zheng Ping passed by lightly, without giving Yun Yan an explanation.

Yun Yan recalled her illness in his heart, and didn't ask much.

After returning, Yun Yan also inquired about several doctors in Bianliang. Before he had time to contact him, Zheng Ping actually worked. She went to the old Miao woman in Xiuxiang to pinch the lamb. Seven days later, the lamb was really pinched and swollen.

I went to look there again, and I nodded clearly and said, okay, okay.

Yun Yan returned to the chaos in the wind for a while, but never remembered the subtlety of the old woman's technique, but it actually worked.

However, regardless of black cat or white cat, it is a good cat if you catch a mouse. Maybe there are some principles that can be explained by modern technology. Yun Yanhui had to lament how strange the ancient people were.