Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Liu Jia has three sons.

Liu Guangyuan, Liu Guangtian, and Liu Guangfu also got dressed, and stood in front of their father, looking at the courtyard in shock.

"Hey, when did this group of people come to the courtyard, this battle is really bluffing."

"Master San, you live at the door, haven't you heard any movement?"

the other side.

The residents of the front yard and the middle yard also came to hear the news, and they only dared to watch from a distance.

Someone looked at the third uncle Yan Bugui and asked.

"It's snowing so hard, and walking silently, who can hear it?"

Yan Bugui shook his head.

"What are you doing? How old are you still kowtowing?"

"It sounds like all the apprentices are calling Mr. Song, Patriarch."

"So, Mr. Song has peaches and plums all over the world."

"No, Mr. Song usually doesn't show his mountains and dews. It's really amazing to show a little."

"Probably because he knew that Mr. Song wanted to be a dick, and he ran over here."

"Isn't it just to recruit a group of apprentices? What's the big deal, the third uncle is still full of peaches and plums."

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked at first.

Gradually calmed down.

They began to discuss in a hurry, and most of them lamented that Song Qingshan was a blockbuster.

But there were also voices that were different.

"It's nothing special. Mr. Song is a Chinese medicine doctor. There are many rules in their profession. Kowtowing a few times is very common."

"Our school doesn't have so many rules for teaching students. Usually, when students see the teacher, it's fine."

"But if you put it in the old days, there were more rules than this, and you had to pray three times a day."

Yan Bugui heard that someone raised himself up.

He immediately listened to Sway and said.

Yi Zhonghai had already arrived at the scene, his eyes were gloomy, and he kept silent.

Until Yan Bugui finished speaking.

He said in a deep voice: "The gate of our courtyard will be locked in the future, and people can't just enter like this. If something happens to a group of thieves who come in, who will be responsible?"

"Uncle One is right, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, whoever doesn't cut up some meat and put it away, if it is stolen, this year's celebration will be boring."

"Mr. Song's handling of this matter is not authentic. He made such a big battle, and he didn't tell the people in the courtyard in advance. It's so frightening."

"Old man Song is so old, and he can still be good for a few years, so why can't he let others show off?"

"makes sense."

"Tomorrow, the old man is about to get married, how much money do you all give?"

Today is the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.

Laba tomorrow.

Everyone in the courtyard knew that it was Song Qingshan's wedding day.

but.

Bring up the topic.

Many people choose to remain silent, choose to get married at the end of the year, and every family is living a tight life.

A penny can't wait to break open the eight-petal flower.

The member's money is too small to take out, after all, the other party is an elder.

Give too much.

There is no return, a one-shot deal.

No one is willing.

So the people in the courtyard basically didn't send money to Song Qingshan.

"The old man is not short of money. It is enough to have his disciples and grandchildren. He doesn't like our little money."

"When everyone is more diligent and helpful tomorrow, can the old man not let us go to the table for dinner?"

"That's right, that's the reason."

"Mr. Song is getting married tomorrow, and he hasn't cleaned up anything until now. He is probably waiting for us to help."

"That's right, the old man can't be ashamed to ask us to help, and everyone is calm, and the old man should know that he is anxious in the evening."

"At that time, people will be invited from door to door, and the table will be taken for granted tomorrow, are you right?"

A man needs a face, and a tree needs its bark.

This group of people in the courtyard is really shameless, they don't want to give dime money, they all want to eat and drink for nothing.

"Okay, everyone, let's go, there's nothing to see, it's time to go to work."

Yi Zhonghai waved at everyone.

Then leave first.

Everyone in the courtyard watched the meeting again and saw a few people follow Song Qingshan into the house.

They all left one after another.

"Sir, this disciple came here uninvited. I hope you don't blame me for disturbing you."

Inside Song Qingshan's house.

Following Sun Shouwu, two Sun family members came in.

One looks over 60 years old and is not the current head of the Sun family.

Sun bergamot.

Another middle-aged man, Sun Baimu, Sun Xiao's biological father, is the next generation head of the Sun family.

These three generations.

They are all the three most powerful members of the Sun family.

Only they are eligible to enter Song Qingshan's house.

As soon as Sun Shouwu entered the room, he said apologetically to Song Qingshan who was sitting on the teacher's chair.

The reason why he made such a big battle.

He led all the descendants of the grandson family to this yard.

One is that "rituals" should be like this.

Lai Lai is to let these descendants see the patriarch, so that the dragon king temple will not be flooded in the city of Sijiu in the future.

"Blame?"

"Yesterday I said a few words about your descendants of the grandson's family, and I'm here today because I want my teacher to praise you a few words."

Song Qingshan glanced at Sun Shouwu.

The tone is flat.

"I don't dare." Sun Shouwu lightly shook his head, then pointed to his son, Sun Buddha's hand, and grandson, Sun Baimu.

Introduced: "This is the dog's grandson Buddha's hand, and the grandson Baimu."

"I have seen Master."

"I've seen Grand Master."

As soon as Sun Shouwu finished speaking, Sun Foshou and Sun Baimu shouted respectfully one after the other.

This father and son.

Last night, when they found out that their father was an apprentice, they were all shocked on the spot.

I also don't understand very much.

But after listening to the old man explaining the reason for his apprenticeship, the father and son turned from incomprehension to ecstasy.

It can add eight years to the old man's life.

What an extraordinary person this is, just because of this, the old man regards him as a teacher and counts as the grandson of his family.

What's more, there is another important point.

If the old master of the Sun family sits in charge of the Sun family for one day, the Sun family's position in the field of Chinese medicine will never fall.

And many contacts are also accumulated by the old master of the Sun family, once he passes away.

And those connections will go with them.

and so.

Sun Shouwu can live for another eight years, which is a great blessing to the Sun family.

"Well, the room is simple, just sit down."

Song Qingshan looked at the two and nodded.

Qin Huairu stood behind her old man with a faint smile on her face.

I thought it was time to add some decent chairs to my home.

Otherwise, if guests come to the house, they can only be allowed to sit on these small horses.

Qin Jingru has been hiding in the hut.

I didn't dare to show my head.

"Sir, it's too wronged to live here, why don't you move to our Sun's house."

Sun Shouwu took a look at the furnishings in the room.

Really crude.

kindly suggested.

"The gold nest and the silver nest are not as good as my earth nest, so I took it with good intentions."

Song Qingshan waved his hand and politely refused.

Living in the Red Star Courtyard, although dancing with animals, there are also many bad things in normal times.

But it's better than living under the fence.

"Huairu, go and get what I prepared yesterday." After Song Qingshan finished speaking, he looked up at Qin Huairu and ordered.

"Okay sir."

Qin Huairu responded, then walked into the back room, and quickly came out with a bottle.

Inside is the spiritual spring water that Song Qingshan filled before going to bed last night.

"Grandpa, here it is."

Qin Huairu did not give this bottle of spiritual spring water directly to Sun Shouwu, but gave it to his old man first.

She didn't know that it contained spiritual spring water.

Song Qingshan never said anything.

After all, it's better to know about such a secret matter by yourself.

No matter how close people are, they can't tell.

This is the water that Song Qingshan carried Qin Huairu on his back, she also asked last night.

Song Qingshan just found an excuse to fool him.

Just tell her that this is a potion brewed from precious medicinal materials.