Siheyuan: Building a strong dragon country on the eve of the anti-eagle war

"Hahaha, I got something good again!"

Although the significance of the Qianjin School's inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine is unclear, Zheng Guo is 100% sure that this inheritance is more powerful than the medical books left by Grandpa Zheng.

"Oops!"

Before he could feel proud enough, Zheng Guo suddenly felt an incomparably huge amount of memories appearing in his mind. This was far more than the memory of the complete version of Bajiquan he had obtained before, and it made his head hurt.

And the pain was continuous, with wave after wave of impact, which almost made Zheng Guo roll his eyes.

I don’t know how long it took, but the pain gradually disappeared.

But Zheng Guo was already exhausted and fell asleep.

The next day, it was still dark.

The rooster in Lao Xu's house began to crow, ushering in a new day.

Zheng Guo slowly opened his eyes and found that the lights in the room were on.

Only then did I remember what happened last night, and I couldn't help feeling a little scared.

It seems that getting good things from the system may not necessarily be a good thing for him.

Zheng Guo immediately recalled the contents of the Qianjin School of Traditional Chinese Medicine inheritance he had obtained.

It would have been fine if he hadn't recalled the result, but as soon as he recalled it, Zheng Guo was immediately shocked.

It turns out that the Qianjin School of Traditional Chinese Medicine originated from the King of Medicine Sun Simiao. This school is the best at using medicine among all the schools of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Take the [Qianjin Fang] and [Qianjin Yifang], as well as the [New Tang Herbal] compiled by the King of Medicine Sun Simiao in his later years.

There are more than a thousand prescriptions, corresponding to the detailed contents of thousands of diseases.

As well as detailed information on thousands of Chinese medicines, including their origin, medicinal properties, pharmacology, preparation methods, how to decoct and administer, precautions, etc.

This does not include the diagnostic techniques passed down by the God of Medicine, as well as the prescriptions and Chinese medicines summarized and supplemented by later generations.

It is no exaggeration to say that this time I have obtained the most complete inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine in history. The knowledge that has entered my mind is at least dozens of GB.

No wonder I was almost choked to death. There are so many contents in it. It's a grand book.

After a long time, Zheng Guo came back to his senses and didn't dare to recall any prescription or Chinese medicine.

Because I get a headache again just thinking about it, especially thinking about colds and flu, dozens of prescriptions pop up all of a sudden, as well as corresponding Chinese medicines, etc. It's so scary.

After a while, Zheng Guo turned his thoughts to his future livelihood.

The most important issue right now is to find a job. Only with a job can you gain a foothold in this world.

As for doing business, Zheng Guo directly PAS'd him.

There is no other reason, this world and his world are highly overlapped.

In the future there will be wars, strong winds, major disasters, and a rush to go to the mountains and the countryside.

The best way to avoid these perfectly is to become a worker.

And you can never be a leader.

It seems necessary to go to the Military Control Commission again.

By the way, there is one more thing to do, which is to go to the market and return the sack to that old lady.

Zheng Guo got up, washed, and wanted to make breakfast, but when he saw the pots and bowls were still soaked, he gave up the idea.

Well, now that I’ve been reborn in Kyoto, I naturally have to try Kyoto’s delicacies.

For example, bean juice, maquan, luzhu and so on.

Taking the original host's documents and the sack, Zheng Guo went to the market.

I didn't see any breakfast vendors along the way, but when I arrived at the market, I discovered that all the breakfast vendors were concentrated here.

"Old comrade, give me a bowl of bean juice, two fried dough sticks, and two dough rings!"

"Okay, little comrade, wait a moment!"

Soon the boss brought out the green soy milk and steaming fried dough sticks and sesame rings.

In my previous life, I watched a video and saw that soy milk was eaten by slurping it along the edge of the bowl.

Zheng Guo glanced at the people around him and saw that they were indeed doing so, each of them slurping their bowls and looking like they were enjoying the meal immensely.

Zheng Guo imitated them and took a sip.

The next second, Zheng Guo's face changed and he immediately vomited the soy milk.

Damn, this stuff is a bit sour and a bit rotten, and it's for human consumption.

It seems that the comments on the video are not deceiving me.

"Hey hey hey!"

Zheng Guo's appearance made the people around him laugh, and one of them said, "Young comrade, you are not a local, right?"

Zheng Guo quickly replied, "I am a local, but I rarely eat this, so I still can't get used to it!"

The man listened to Zheng Guo's fluent Beijing accent, smiled and continued to sip the soy milk.

Yes, even among the native Beijingers, not everyone likes this.

Zheng Guo saw that there were many people buying braised pork at the stall next to him, so he went up and asked for a bowl as well.

It tastes a bit salty when you take a bite, and also has a strong smell of internal organs.

But no matter how bad it tastes, it is much better than soy milk.

As for fried dough sticks and ma rings, Zheng Guo felt they were okay. The two tasted similar, the only difference being the cooking time and appearance.

After breakfast, Zheng Guo bought a few more fried dough sticks to give to the old lady he met yesterday as a thank you.

Soon, Zheng Guo arrived at the place where cabbage was sold yesterday.

I saw a handsome young man wearing a cotton hat and a coat weighing dishes for people.

After the young man finished weighing the dishes, Zheng Guo asked, "Little brother, where is the old lady from yesterday?"

The young man frowned and looked at Zheng Guo with white eyes, and said frankly: "Hey, brother, how can you tell that I am your brother?"

"Is not it?"

Zheng Guo looked at the young man again in confusion. His skin was very white and tender, he had big eyes, a small nose, and a small mouth. Especially his mouth had no beard, only a light layer of sparse hair.

"You, you are not a girl, are you?"

"Hey, look at what you said, I am a girl!"

The young man wiped his nose with his finger as he spoke.

Zheng Guo looked at the girl's rogue look and smiled, "I'm sorry, little sister!"

"Hey, you are so shameless. When did I become your sister? You are taking advantage of me!"

Zheng Guo curled his lips helplessly. He didn't expect to meet such a ruffian girl.

"That lady from yesterday was your mother, right? I'm here to return the sack!"

The bad girl was also looking at Zheng Guo.

The man in front of me was very tall, about 1.8 meters tall, and very handsome. He was wearing a tight Zhongshan suit, exuding a scholarly air.

This is much better than her sloppy brothers.

"Oh, it's you! Yes, you are a very honest person. My mother was right about you!"

Zheng Guo nodded, handed the sack and fried dough sticks to the girl, then turned and left.

"Wait a minute?"

Zheng Guo turned around and saw the little girl holding a fried dough stick and looking at him eagerly.

"Girl, anything else?"

The ruffian girl Nuonuo asked, "Is this fried dough stick for me?"

“It’s for your mother. I gave it to you when your mother is no longer around.

By the way, tell your mother later that I thank her!"

"Oh! Yes, you are quite a nice person.

My name is Ma Tian. If anyone bullies you in the future, just tell me my name!

From now on, I will protect you!"

This made Zheng Guo laugh, "Let's talk about it later!"

Zheng Guo left after he finished speaking. Ma Tian pouted and stomped her feet. It was obvious that the man did not give her face and she was angry.

So Ma Tian took out his anger on the fried dough stick, and it was gone in just a few bites.

After leaving the market, Zheng Guo followed the memory of the original host and went to the Military Control Commission.

Not to mention it was quite far, when we arrived at the Military Control Commission, we found two long lines of people, who were obviously here to do business.

Well, just wait in line!