I am old in the Han Dynasty

Xie Lang was surprised, "Didn't take the medicine?"

"It's useless to eat." After Wei Qing's words fell, Huo Qubing couldn't help coughing again.

Xiaoqi originally thought that Huo Qubing was pretending to be pitiful because of his illness, but when he saw his face flushed with coughing, he hurriedly found out Xie Lang's clay pot for making medicine, poured Radix Banlangen into it, added a ladle of water, and took it to the west side room.

Xie Lang was worried that he had the flu, coughing continuously and infecting Wei Qing, Xiao Qi and him. Seeing Xiao Qi go to decoct medicine, he peeled a few pears and cooked pear soup for him in the pottery urn in the kitchen.

Seeing this, Huo Qubing showed concern, "Third uncle made this for me?"

"Qiu pear relieves cough. There is a kind of loquat tree in the south, and the loquat fruit can be boiled into ointment to relieve cough. Unfortunately, I don't know how to use pears to try. Zhongqing lit a fire, and I will kill a hen and make chicken soup for him. Put more Some ginger, drink it hot and sweat, it should be almost done."

Huo Qubing glanced west, "Do you still drink Banlangen?"

"You drink pear soup before meals, and Banlangen after meals." Xie Lang said.

Wei Qing lit the firewood and asked, "How long?"

"When it smokes, turn to low heat and simmer for a while." Xie Lang only watched it on TV, so he didn't know how long it would take.It won't work for a moment, but it will be two minutes next time.

Wei Qing didn't suspect him, so he told Huo Qubing to go to the west room.

Huo Qubing coughed non-stop, wanted to try Xie Lang's kang, but was worried that he would spit up all over the cough, so he simply waited for the pear soup in the kitchen.

Xie Lang killed the chicken and handed it to the servant to clean up, and he went to wash the ginger and wash the spare pottery urn.

The two servants cleaned up together, and Xie Lang asked them to remove the chicken heads, feet, and viscera that were difficult to clean, and slowly packed them up for the little wolf to eat, and the chicken arrived after a while.

Xie Lang put four pieces of ginger into the pot, Huo Qubing gasped.

"What's wrong?" Xie Lang asked concerned.

Huo Qubing pointed at the clay pot, "How can you eat so much?"

"Don't eat, drink soup." Xie Lang said.

Huo Qubing nodded, "I'm talking about soup."

"Do you want the medicine to cure your illness?" Xie Lang asked back.

Of course Huo Qubing thought, after all he had been suffering from coughing for several days, "Ginger can only prevent illness."

"You're right. But don't you have no medicine now? Since you don't have any, let's try something that can be used and won't hurt your body, maybe it will work." Xie Lang said.

Huo Qubing was very worried: "If it doesn't work, I won't really cough up blood, will I?"

"It's not enough to eat pears as a meal." Xie Lang said.

Huo Qubing couldn't help frowning, "I will become Brother Monkey."

"Brother Hou likes to eat bananas and peaches." Xiao Qi walked over, "Don't worry about Uncle Qubing, once the third master fell ill, I cooked a bowl of banlangen for the third master, and the third master will be fine after drinking it. Just drink it once." Hold out a finger.

Xie Lang didn't even want to talk about that time, "That time you put my year's isatid root—wait a minute, how much isatid root did you put in this time? Did you put all of it in again?" Turning around, he ran towards the west side room, "Xie Xiaoqi !"

"You must be taking revenge on me." Huo Qubing pointed at Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi: "No. Third Master, you need to put so much."

"Who told you that?" Xie Lang wanted to fish it out, only pen, ink, paper and inkstone at hand, "Bring me a bowl and a spoon."

Xiao Qi walked over empty-handed, "No one said. But I remember the third master said that you don't know how much to cook. Since it was useful to cook so much that time, it's good to cook that much this time."

"Xiaoqi, don't take medicine indiscriminately." Wei Qing was very worried that he would think he was smart one day and "poison" Xie Lang to death.

Xiao Qi nodded, "I know. The third master also said that Banlangen poison can't kill people."

"Then try it?" Huo Qubing said.

Xie Lang turned to him, "Very bitter?"

"It can cure my cough—cough, cough, I can also drink Huanglian Tang." Huo Qubing said.

Xie Lang tested it himself, so much Radix Banlangen can't kill a person.Huo Qubing didn't care, Xie Lang closed the lid, and twisted Xiao Qi's face, "Look carefully. Don't do such nonsense next time."

Xiaoqi nodded, thinking, it’s still Banlangen, I still cook it like this.

Fortunately, Huo Qubing's pear soup was ready, Xie Lang was busy serving him the soup, but he didn't see Xiao Qi's eyes rolling around, otherwise he would have to slap him.

Huo Qubing took a sip and frowned, "Why is it so sweet?"

"Pear sweet." Xie Lang noticed Wei Qing's curious face, "There's still half a bowl in it, should Zhongqing drink it?"

Wei Qing thought about it: "Give me a taste."

"Uncle, sweet—cough cough, so sweet." Huo Qubing reminded him.

Wei Qing: "There is a basket of plows at home, which was rewarded by His Majesty. I don't like to eat it. My family thinks it is cold, so I have left it there for half a month. If it tastes good, I will cook it all when I go back."

"It's so delicious." Xie Lang handed him the bowl while talking.

Wei Qing scooped up a piece of pear, tasted it carefully, "Not bad." Seeing Xiao Qi approaching, "Do you want to eat it?"

"I'm tired of eating." Xiao Qi said.

Huo Qubing turned to him.

Xiao Qi hurriedly hid behind Xie Lang, "The third master said that Qiuli relieves cough and nourishes the lungs, which means it is good for the health. A few days ago, the third master made it for me every day."

"Third Uncle, let me be your son." Huo Qubing really envied Xiaoqi.

Xie Lang pointed to the big bowl in his hand, "Finish."

"Just treat it after eating?" Huo Qubing said.

Xiao Qi scoffed, "It's a good idea!"

"I—cough cough, I'll beat you!" Huo Qubing pointed at him.

Xiao Qi relied on someone to protect him, "You should eat quickly. Your third uncle peels the skin and your uncle cooks it. If you don't eat it again, you will be sorry to your uncle, my grandpa Zhongqing."

"Qubing, don't make trouble. Xiao Qi, check if the medicine is ready." Wei Qing said.

Xiao Qi shook her head, "It will take half an hour. Grandpa Zhongqing, you come here to eat, and I will light the fire."

There were chickens in the pottery urn, and it was inconvenient for Wei Qing to cook while drinking pear soup, so he got up and let him cook.

Xie Lang had nothing to do, so he went to wash a basket of vegetables and a handful of shallots, and asked Xiao Qi to light the iron pan to make scrambled eggs with vegetables and shallots.

A plate of green vegetables and a plate of eggs came out of the pot, and an attractive aroma wafted from the pottery urn.However, the chicken wasn't rotten.Xie Lang added a ladle of water to the iron pot, put the drawer on it, and put two pots of vegetables and steamed buns in it.

Xiao Qi added a handful of bean stalks to the bottom of the iron pot and concentrated on stewing the chicken soup.

A moment later, Xie Langsheng brought out four bowls of chicken soup, brought out the vegetables and steamed buns, and went across to eat.

"The chicken is still not good?" Huo Qubing couldn't help asking.

Xiao Qi stuffed the firewood in, "It will be fine if the sparks inside are extinguished."

Huo Qubing hooked his head to take a look, the pottery urn was burning with raging fire, "It will take half an hour."

"Then eat it in half an hour." Xie Lang said, "Two chicken legs, one for each of you and Xiao Qi. If you can't finish eating Banlangen, I will keep it for you."

Huo Qubing was beautiful, he took a while to eat his meal, frowned and drank the Radix Banlangen, then wrapped himself in a bedding and lay down on the kang waiting to sweat.

Seeing that his bag was airtight, Wei Qing said, "You can sweat like this without taking medicine."

"Uncle, my throat is itchy, don't make me talk."

Huo Qubing's voice came from under the quilt, and Wei Qing wanted to slap him, "Sleeping sideways. Xiaoqi can't sleep anymore."

"I'm not sleepy." Xiao Qi picked up the bamboo slips on the kang, "I'll sit by the side and read for a while."

Xie Lang winked at Wei Qing.The two went to the kitchen, Xie Lang cut a few more plows, let Wei Qing cook slowly in the small stove in the west side room, and kept Huo Qubing to eat when he woke up.However, Huo Qubing woke up until [-] o'clock.If he sleeps a little longer, it will be dark.

Wei Qing did the math, he slept for two full hours, "Have you coughed?" He looked at Xie Lang.

"Pears, ginger soup and banlangen, it's not impossible." Xie Lang looked at the squinting person who still wanted to sleep and said.

Huo Qubing rubbed the corners of his eyes, "Are you talking to me?"

"Uncle Qubing, stop coughing." Xiao Qi reminded the sleepy man.

Huo Qubing woke up suddenly, opened his mouth to cough, but didn't cough, "I, am I alright?"

"It's ready for now." Xie Lang took out the pears that were about to boil into paste, "I'll go back with your uncle after drinking this."

Huo Qubing: "Can you not go back?"

"You sleep here alone?" Xie Lang pointed at the kang, "It will only be worse if the fire goes out in the middle of the night and you wake up from the cold."

Huo Qubing wanted to say that he could sleep with Xiaoqi.Thinking of Xiaoqi's tendency to turn over in his sleep, squeezing him down or sweeping his bedding away at night, he had to take medicine and ginger soup again.

"The carriage is not cold." Wei Qing said, "Also, the chicken that Saburo left for you is cold."

Huo Qubing was light and in a good mood, "Go home and eat." After drinking the sweet pear soup, he went back with Wei Qing.

The next day, Huo Qubing did not come.Xie Lang felt that he had recovered from his illness.

On November [-]th, it was windy and cloudy. After breakfast, Xie Lang planned to go to the west side room to accompany Xiao Qi to practice calligraphy. The door of his house was slammed.

Xie Lang wrapped himself in a cloak and opened the door, Wei Qing got off the carriage.

"In such a cold day, you are not afraid of getting sick." Xie Lang sighed, and turned sideways to let them drive the carriage in. "Do you want to make a bowl of ginger soup?"

Wei Qing breathed out a sigh of relief, "I've had the soup." Turning around, he took out a leg of lamb from the carriage.

"What is this for?" Xie Lang's face changed slightly, when did Wei Qing become so polite.

Seeing this, Wei Qing quickly explained, "I didn't buy it." The man who rushed into the house pouted, "His mother knew that you cured his cough, so she insisted on thanking you in person. As a nephew due to illness, his mother told me that brothers should not go too far."

"Mutton soup for lunch?" Xie Lang asked.

Wei Qing nodded, "It's cold—"

"I want to eat roast lamb."

Wei Qing almost choked, and glared at the person who had gone and returned, "It's troublesome to burn mutton."

"I haven't finished yet, Uncle. The mutton is roasted in an iron pot, and the mutton is stewed in a pottery urn. Xiaoqi and I eat the roasted ones, and you and the third uncle eat the stewed ones." Huo Qubing pushed open the door of the carriage and took out a cloth bag from inside.

Xie Lang: "And what?"

"Isatis root, I ordered my slave to buy it." Huo Qubing ran into the house after finishing speaking.

Wei Qing asked in a low voice, "The isatid root that Qubing drinks is from your place?"

Xie Lang nodded.

"It's better than the drug store." Wei Qing whispered, "I've compared it before."

Xie Lang hurriedly asked, "When?"

"You gave me a pack last year. I was sick and cooked half a pack. I thought I was in good health and didn't need it for the time being. I gave the remaining half pack to the queen. I didn't expect that I would get sick within a few days of giving it to her. Go to the pharmacy to buy a big bag, and it’s not easy to drink it up.” Wei Qing said.

Xie Lang frowned, "Impossible."

"Really." Wei Qing said.

Xie Lang thought about it, "According to what you said, Xiao Qi and I eat the grain and fruit there every day, so we shouldn't be sick."

"Where is your fairy fruit?" Xie Lang shook his head.Wei Qing said, "It's not a fairy fruit. You and Xiao Qi are both mortals, so you will definitely get sick. Besides, didn't you realize that you used to get sick three or four times a year, but last year it seemed like you got sick once."

Xie Lang thought about it seriously, it was really true.Xiao Qi didn't get sick, "Can the food in my food strengthen my body?"

"It's a little bit better than your family's." Wei Qing said.

Xie Lang: "In the future, your family—"

"No need." Wei Qing interrupted him, "The fruit you usually give me is enough."

Xie Lang glanced at the next door, "Say it?"

"Your Majesty probably discovered it a long time ago." Wei Qing recalled Liu Che's eating habits, "Although His Majesty likes pasta, he prefers meat and fruit. You don't have meat, and His Majesty does not eat less fruit."

Xie Lang: "If your majesty really knew and didn't ask me, it's probably because I'm still sick. If I'm immune to all kinds of poison, maybe he would have tied me here long ago."

Wei Qing also thought it was the reason, "Then don't talk about it."

Xie Lang actually didn't intend to say that such a small benefit is like a chicken rib, "Qu Bing's illness is all healed? Then I will eat chicken today. Roasting mutton and stewing mutton is too troublesome."

"You still have chickens?" Wei Qing couldn't help asking.

Xie Lang roughly talked about what happened at the silkworm farm that day, and finally said, "Qian Xiaohua is becoming more and more like a person now."

"You are also patient. Did you hear something about Li Guang when you mentioned it just now?" Wei Qing was most concerned about this.

Xie Lang shook his head, "I guessed it based on his temper. If he really wants to go, what are you going to do?"

"Let him avoid the main force of the Huns as much as possible." Wei Qing didn't want to see him sacrifice his life for the country with such an old man. "You told Your Majesty before that everything is in moderation. These years have been fighting for years, and the people have complained. In the past two years It's unlikely to send troops. Let's not talk about him. Since the chicken was packed yesterday, let's do it."

Wei Qing lit the fire, and when Xie Lang was free, he scooped up a scoop of broomcorn millet, ground it into a slurry, and steamed broomcorn cake in an iron pot.

Millet cake was time-consuming, but Xie Lang made the cake and the chicken was ready.

Xiao Qi was still too young, and unlike Huo Qubing who had been outside with Wei Qing for half a year, he was very tired, so he let him eat chicken and asked Wei Qing and Huo Qubing to drink soup.

Huo Qubing was not very happy, because the chicken soup had a strange smell, and he wanted to throw it away when Xie Lang wasn't paying attention.

Xie Lang reached out and grabbed his arm.

Huo Qubing was startled, "Third Uncle!"

"Drink!" Xie Lang said coldly.

Huo Qubing's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help but look at Wei Qing.

"Your third uncle specially made it for you and me." Wei Qing explained.

Huo Qubing nodded, "Thank you third uncle. Third uncle, don't put carrots in the future. I drink as much as you let me drink."

"What radish?" Xie Langlang couldn't help asking.

Huo Qubing pointed to the thing under the chicken wings, "That one."

Xiao Qi sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No?" Huo Qubing looked at him, then at Wei Qing.

Wei Qing put down the bowl and rubbed his forehead, "Qubing, do you know what wheat looks like?"

"I know." Huo Qubing blurted out, "Uncle, uncle, you say I don't know the difference between leek and wheat? I'm not that stupid."

"You're just that stupid."

The four turned their heads at the same time, and the door was pushed open.

"I smelled ginseng as soon as I entered the hospital. I thought my nose was wrong." Liu Che walked in, glanced up, turned to Xie Lang, with a half-smile, "Hundreds of years?"

Xie Lang wanted to scratch his head, "It's the first time to eat."

"I believe this. Otherwise, he wouldn't say that you use radish to stew chicken." Liu Che glanced at Huo Qubing, "It's lucky that you look like your uncle."

Huo Qubing couldn't believe it, "Is this ginseng?"

"The ginseng must be cut off, you don't know?" Liu Che said, "I changed into bunt, but you didn't see me as Wang Mengda."

Huo Qubing blushed, "...I've never seen such a thick ginseng."

"I haven't seen it either." Liu Che glanced at him, then at Xie Lang.

Wei Qing pushed his own bowl over, "I haven't moved yet."

Xie Lang ran to the kitchen to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and when he came out, he looked towards the door, "Are you here?"

"It's cold and windy, the queen is worried that he will catch a cold." Liu Che said.

Xie Lang couldn't help looking at him, "Your Majesty doesn't think it's cold?"

"I don't like it." Liu Che glanced at Wei Qing, "It's a pity that my general and the champion are here with you. I'm worried that if I don't go there myself, they can stay here until New Year's Eve."

Wei Qing couldn't help explaining, "Sanlang can't sleep here."

"It's okay to squeeze." Seeing that there was still a chicken leg, Liu Che picked it up and put it in his bowl.

Huo Qubing regretted it so much, don't talk so much, the chicken leg has already entered his stomach.

"Eat less." Seeing his expression, Liu Che said, "I won't throw up later."

Huo Qubing said: "Weichen's illness is cured." Picking up the soup bowl, he drank it in one gulp.

Seeing him swallow it all, Liu Che stretched out his hand to grab the millet cake, "Your biological father is here."

pat!

The cake in Huo Qubing's hand fell into the bun basket, "Who?!"