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

You have been pampered all these years and lived like a young lady, so you must have fallen from the sky this time.

"Not as knowledgeable as you shrew."

Qin Huairu didn't bother to worry about this.

"And you, there is nothing wrong with first-come-first-served laundry, but what about the clothes you've been washing here for half a day?"

"Guangtian, go find two clothes for your mother."

Hearing Qin Huairu's words.

Standing not far away, Liu Haizhong glanced at the second son and ordered.

"Alright, I'll go find it."

Liu Guangtian quickly ran back to the house, and soon brought two or three pieces of dirty clothes.

"Qin Huairu, did you see that the dirty clothes are here, what else do you have to say this time?"

Second Aunt looked proud.

"Okay, then I'll wait until you wash it." Qin Huairu said indifferently.

If this happened in the original book.

With Qin Huairu's temper, he probably started scolding a long time ago.

How can I get used to these two aunts?

but now.

The gentle, virtuous and generous person who was trained by Song Qingshan these years, has not sweared dirty words for many years.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Just as Qin Huairu was about to turn around and go back to the room, the second aunt suddenly smacked her lips.

"I didn't expect the dignified grandma in the courtyard to be so subdued. It's really not as good as a phoenix."

"Qin Huairu, let me tell you plainly. From now on, you won't be able to wash clothes during the day, so come do the laundry at night."

Second Aunt said with a blunt face.

"That's right, this is the first rule the three aunts in our yard set for you."

The third aunt agreed.

It is said that there are three aunts, but in fact, the first aunt has never spoken.

She is mainly timid and can't bear to bully others.

In the side bangs, Yan Bugui saw his wife giving him a long face in the yard today.

All smiles on their faces.

"Don't bully others too much." Qin Huairu looked at him coldly, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

"What's the matter with bullying you?"

"If you have the ability to call out your old man, don't you like to use him to oppress others?"

"How could Second Aunt scream out, she should have carried it out."

The two aunts sang together.

"Ha ha ha ha."

All the people in the courtyard roared with laughter.

But the next second.

With a bang, the door of Song Qingshan's house was kicked open.

Everyone was shocked.

Turn your head to look.

Almost didn't freak out.

I saw Song Qingshan hunched over and slowly came out of the house, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Grandpa..."

Seeing the figure of her old man, Qin Huairu pursed her lips and almost burst into tears.

Song Qingshan raised his eyes and scanned around.

The people in the courtyard were silent like cicadas, and they all held their breaths and dared not come out.

The old man had a knife in his hand.

Do you want to kill people?

The Second Aunt and the Third Aunt trembled with fright, as if they were sifting chaff.

Song Qingshan didn't speak either.

After looking around at the crowd, he held a kitchen knife in his hand and staggered back.

Qin Huairu looked at her old man with a puzzled expression on his face. She wanted to go forward to help her, but was signaled by Song Qingshan not to move.

Qin Huairu also stopped.

The whole courtyard also stared at Song Qingshan intently, feeling equally puzzled.

The old man trembled as he walked.

What are you going to do?

After about two or three minutes, the answer was revealed.

I saw Song Qingshan coming out of the back room, holding a kitchen knife in his left hand and an old hen in his right hand.

Then stand at your door.

He looked up at the crowd again, but they still didn't dare to show their air.

Still can't understand what the old man is doing?

Do you want to kill an old hen to apologize to everyone, that one old hen is not enough!

All eyes were on Song Qingshan.

next second.

Song Qingshan threw the old hen on the ground, stepped on it with one foot, and then faced everyone.

Knife up and down.

Cut the old hen's head in half at once.

Immediately, blood gushed out.

When everyone saw this scene, their scalps exploded with fright, and their hearts were terrified.

"Yan Pugui."

Song Qingshan held the knife, his eyes were cold, he looked up and found Yan Bugui's figure in the crowd, and gave a faint cry.

Yan Bugui heard Song Qingshan calling him.

And still in this situation, I was so scared that I almost peed my pants.

He walked forward tremblingly.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what's the matter with calling grandson?" Yan Bugui stammered and asked.

"You are the most knowledgeable person in our courtyard."

"Type an idiom."

Song Qingshan glanced at Yan Bugui, then pointed at the old hen beside his feet, and asked with a half-smile.

Yan Bugui quickly thought about it.

soon.

He thought of an idiom, all of a sudden cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

"Kill, kill chickens and monkeys."

When Yan Bugui uttered this idiom, his legs were trembling.

Many people in the courtyard also guessed it.

I was also shocked.

"Explain, explain." Song Qingshan looked at Yan Pugui expressionlessly.

"What, what?"

Yan Bugui was taken aback, killing chickens to scare monkeys is killing chickens to scare monkeys, what is there to explain?

However, he saw Song Qingshan's eyes.

Immediately explained: "々` Killing a chicken to scare the monkey means killing a chicken for the monkey to see."

"Oh."

Song Qingshan gave a faint "Oh", just as Yan Bugui wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, Song Qingshan's voice came from next to his ear.

"Explain, explain, what does it mean to kill a chicken for the monkey to see?"

This time Song Qingshan raised his tone.

Shocked Yan Bugui trembled all over, and quickly thought hard.

Everyone in the courtyard said that they all shrunk their heads.

Especially Liu Haizhong, who is quite fortunate at the moment, fortunately he is not a scholar!

Otherwise, it would be me standing there.

too frightening.

Qin Huairu was standing by the pool, his eyes were full of the bent old man.

His own man is still so domineering.

Yan Bugui thought for a long time.

Song Qingshan didn't urge him, but just stared at him expressionlessly.

About 1 minutes passed.

Yan Bugui felt that it was longer than a year, and she finally thought of this allusion.

"Grandpa, grandson remembered."

"Killing chickens to scare monkeys, this is an idiom allusion. It is said that once upon a time, a monkey juggler bought a disobedient monkey. The old artist was very angry, so he went to the market to buy a rooster, and kept beating gongs and drums on it. The rooster was so frightened. Trembling and afraid to move, the old artist took the opportunity to kill the rooster with a knife."

"The monkey sitting on the side was also terrified. From then on, as long as the old artist said something or beat the gongs and drums, the monkey would unambiguously carry out the artist's orders."

"Later, people used it to punish or warn others. That's how the idiom of killing chickens to scare monkeys came about."

Yan Bugui squeezed a smiling face with difficulty.

Try to keep the tone as sincere as possible, and speak out this allusion slowly.

Song Qingshan nodded after listening.

Yan Bugui could finally breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, but he just breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately brought it up again.

I saw Song Qingshan holding a kitchen knife, pointing at Yan Pugui, with sharp eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Explain, explain, what is the fucking and what is the fucking killing chickens to scare the monkeys."

Seeing Song Qingshan's eyes at this time.

And the bloody kitchen knife.

Yan Bugui's psychological defense completely collapsed, and he slumped on the ground.

All incontinence.

The wind blows.