There are cat demons in the cute article of mouse and cat

Xia Ziyi flipped through the textbook casually, but after a few glances, she closed the book with a sneer and threw it on the desk.

No wonder human beings only have a rare understanding of Chinese medicine now. This book is really rudimentary, and there are more than half of the mistakes. If it is really taught in this book, it is estimated that it can only teach a group of quack doctors who are not shallow.Besides, learning Chinese medicine should start from an early age. Those doctors in ancient times would always be accompanied by a little boy, who was basically their apprentice.Because there are too many herbs, and the medicinal properties are different in different regions, these doctors have been cultivating their apprentices since they were young.Generally, old doctors who are over fifty years old can be regarded as well-informed masters.

Xia Ziyi shook her head, thinking about the phenomena she saw when she came to the human world, she could only laugh and be sad.

Ginseng used to be an extremely rare medicinal material, especially wild ginseng in the deep mountains. However, now humans can mass-produce ginseng, but the efficacy of the medicine is not as good as before.There are also many herbal medicines that are mass-produced, but none of them are half as effective as before.

So a group of stupid human beings said that the traditional Chinese medicine left by their ancestors is a pseudoscience, but they don’t know that when the ancients studied the properties of herbs, a herb had to be planted in one place for at least three years in a row to observe whether the properties of the medicine changed. , is it stable.We must know that the medicinal properties of this herb will naturally be different in different regions and climates.

Xia Ziyi went directly to the classroom without taking anything. In his opinion, the things in the books could only fool these fast-track "Chinese medicine".To be honest, calling them Chinese medicine is flattering them.

Because it was her first time to attend class, Xia Ziyi picked up the list and started roll call like some instructors.

"Hello students, I am the new tutor who teaches you the pharmacology of traditional Chinese medicine. My surname is Xia. You can call me tutor Xia from now on. Well, you all know me now, and it's time for me to get to know you."

After scanning the first name, Xia Ziyi nodded loudly: "Li Niannian!"

"To!"

"Huang Qiuju!"

"To!"

After counting more than a dozen names one after another, except for one person who didn't come, the rest came.

"Zhan Zhao!" As soon as the name was uttered, the smile on Xia Ziyi's lips suddenly froze.

It can't be such a coincidence, maybe it's just the same name, Xia Ziyi's mood was agitated, and at this moment a rather familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Here!" Zhan Zhao heard the new mentor call his name from a long distance away, and immediately increased his horsepower, and rushed to the door after answering from a distance.Standing at the door and looking at the new mentor against the light, Zhan Zhao sniffled, unexpectedly finding that the smell was very familiar.

Xia Ziyi stared at the face at the door that she had seen not long ago, sneered, and signaled Zhan Zhao to enter the classroom.

"Come in, and follow me to the office after school."

Zhan Zhao secretly groaned inwardly. It was the first time he met his new mentor and he left a bad impression. After all, Bai Yutang was all to blame this time. If he hadn't been suspicious, he wouldn't have been late.

Xia Ziyi took a look at Zhan Zhao who was downcast, then went on to roll call, and then started class.

I have to say that Xia Ziyi's lectures were very good, and they were all things that these students had never heard of, which attracted the attention of all the students.Zhan Zhao listened with gusto, but the tragedy of going to the office after school was still unavoidable.

"Zhao Zhan? Chi—" Sitting on the chair, Xia Ziyi put her arms around her arms and raised the corners of her mouth.He was already sure that the lied little black cat was his son.It's just that he was very upset. His son was obviously very cute and honest when he was a child, but now he has learned to lie.If he knew who taught his son to lie, he would definitely not let that guy go.

The name sounds familiar.

Zhan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then thought of an incident not long ago, his eyes were wide open, with an expression of disbelief.

"Three-flowered cat!"

"What!" The child didn't understand manners at all. How could he call himself a three-flowered cat? Who taught him this? Xia Ziyi frowned, "Come here."

Xia Ziyi waved his hand and called Zhan Zhao to him. He stood up and looked at this child with clear eyebrows. He was actually a little taller than himself. He really grew up, but it was just a matter of luck.

Zhan Zhao was very panicked, wondering if the three-colored cat saw him and thought of his dead son again, otherwise why would there be kindness in his eyes?And it seems to be maternal love.

Having been homeless for more than ten years, Zhan Zhao has seen many stray cats and dogs, and they often show such eyes to their children after becoming mothers.

At that time, Zhan Zhao was very envious of those little milk cats and little milk dogs. Although they did not have a stable home when they were born, they had a mother who loved them. A mother is a family. Warm nest.

At that time, Zhan Zhao hoped that he also had a mother, and he didn't need to be as dignified and virtuous as his mother and concubine, as long as he could give him a shelter from the wind, he would be satisfied.It's just that although the wish is small, it is difficult to realize.Cats are very territorial animals, so naturally they would not accept a stray cat from outside.

Xia Ziyi didn't know what Zhan Zhao had suffered these years, but she still felt sorry for her child instinctively. He regretted that he didn't rescue Zhan Zhao in time, and also regretted that he didn't participate in Zhan Zhao's growth. After thinking about it, he was really a failure. dad.

"Son, I'm sorry."