The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

When Zhao Yunchu was about to cry, but Yunyan heard the sound inside, looked around and saw that Zhao Yunchu was holding the jar, so he said hello, "Junior Brother is here."

Zhao Yunchu shyly said: "Brother, I just came to the temple today, and I stopped by to see you and bring some milk for Beibei. That...can you get it away?"

"Haha, I just went in to get something, come on, I'll take it back." Yun Yanhui and Zhao Yunchu worked together to tear Beibei off, put it back into the fence, and poured milk on it.

"Thank you, you're going to spoil it, this guy should be weaned." Yun Yan scratched her head, "I can't greet you today, I'm going up the mountain to collect herbs."

"What do you do with the medicine, who is sick?"

"My mother has a cold, and the mage wrote a prescription for her. Two medicines happened to be gone. I'll go get them." Yunyan turned around and showed him the basket of medicines, to show that she wasn't lying.

There is no way, Yunyan has gone back to previous convictions too much, Zhao Yunchu looked at it and said, "Brother Yan, let me go with you."

"Don't," Yun Yan looked around, "The mage told me that your family has sent people to follow you secretly. After seeing that I led you up the mountain, why don't you tear me apart?"

Zhao Yunchu also knew this reasoning, so he could only say: "Then I will ask someone to help you collect the medicine, you can stay with me."

"..." Yunyan glanced back at the basket, handed it out and said, "How dare you..."

Zhao Yunchu immediately called someone over, asked Yunyan to report the name of the medicine, and asked someone who knew it to pick it, while he and Yunyan sat on the steps and chatted.

Yun Yanhui patted the panda and said: "Brother, you always go to the temple, do you want to be a monk in the future? If you become a monk, you must build a temple for you, right?"

"Now it's not allowed to build new temples, or ask me to be the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple?" Zhao Yunchu also thought about it, "But my mother doesn't want me to become a monk."

"How can a mother want her son to become a monk? If she wants to be a monk, she must be a good monk, otherwise it is meaningless. But it is so hard for a monk like Master Liao Ran." Yun Yan replied.

These days, there are not many monks who completely abide by the precepts and rules and study Buddhism. The reason why he has a high status in the monastery is precisely because he is a true mage.Although there are many unscrupulous monks, the core of a monastery must be genuine monks.

Zhao Yunchu also sighed, tilted his head and leaned on Yunyan's shoulder.

"Oh boy, don't get tired of being crooked," Yun Yan shook him away, "What does it look like?"

Zhao Yunchu was very wronged, because Brother Yan was too double-standard, and their little treasure was only two years younger, and he was asked to carry him around. He just leaned on his shoulder, and he was disgusted to death.

Yun Yanhui not only double-labeled, but also pulled out the X ruthlessly, leaving the milk and medicine, and the person can leave.After driving Zhao Yunchu back to Qiaoran, he boiled medicine for Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping's health has not been as good as before in the past two years, it is because Yun Dalang mourned and injured her body after his death, so Yun Yanhui has been actively preventing epidemics, lest his mother suffer from minor illnesses in this era of underdeveloped medical technology up.

It's just that the prescription prescribed this time, Zheng Ping didn't see much improvement after drinking a few pastes, so she simply asked for leave to rest for a few days, but unexpectedly, her body became red and swollen.

Yunyan looked back and found that there were swollen lymph nodes on her neck, no matter how she looked at it, she hurriedly called again to take a look.

After thinking about it for a long time, he told Zheng Ping not to do needlework anymore.

Zheng Ping didn't say anything, and Yun Yan didn't understand.Liao Ran told him that Zheng Ping had mourned excessively after her husband's death, and hadn't felt relieved since then, otherwise her body should have recuperated by now.

It looks normal on weekdays, except for special occasions, it seems that there is no sadness, but in fact, the grief is placed on the needle and thread, and the emotion is put into the silk tapestry, so the works have become more and more exquisite in recent years.

Liao Ran didn't figure this out at first, but this time he came to the clinic for a diagnosis and treatment, and only then did he understand after seeing half of Zheng Ping's works.

Where did Yunyan know that this was still happening? Five years later, he thought that Zheng Ping had let go of it long ago. If it wasn't for the fact that he was too young to speak up, he would have tried to persuade Zheng Ping to find a good man and remarry.

Hearing what he said, he quickly put away all the Kesi tools.

"What should I do about the redness, can you prescribe another prescription?" Yun Yan looked back at it, which was quite scary.

"This is the condensed grief of your mother, and I have no choice but to take medicine and it won't let it out." Qing Ran said.

What the hell, it's obviously a disease, the lymph nodes are swollen, Zheng Ping is prone to colds these years, could it be that there is something wrong with the immune system?This is in line with what you said, but in the final analysis, it is still affected by the mood.

The more Yun Yan thought about it, the more confused she became, and she didn't know how to persuade Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping smiled wryly, "Thank you Master, I will find someone to pinch the sheep tomorrow."

Xiao Ran nodded and said: "There are Nanman women in Xiuxiang, they still have a little way to deal with this kind of disease, let's give it a try."

"Pinch the sheep? What do you mean?" Yun Yan was confused. He knew that the people called the lymph nodes Yangzi, but he didn't understand what it was to pinch the sheep.

Zheng Ping couldn't explain this clearly, anyway, she was going to bring Yun Yanhui with her tomorrow, and now Yun Yanhui's opinion still has a certain weight at home.

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Yun Yan followed Zheng Ping to Xiu Lane, entered a narrow room, and there was an old lady sitting in the main room, dressed in barbarian costumes.

The so-called Nanman refers to the Miao nationality at this time. There are not many in Bianliang, but they have a sense of presence in recent years. They are mainly famous for their special singing and dancing, and have won a lot of popularity.However, it is very contradictory. It discriminates against the Miao people and is quite divisive.

Zheng Ping said hello to the old woman, and began to communicate with her.

However, after listening to a few sentences, Yunyan realized that he couldn't understand at all. He looked at Zheng Ping in surprise. For several years, he had no idea that Zheng Ping could speak Miao dialect.

The old lady talked with Zheng Ping for a few words, and then asked her to sit down in blunt Chinese.

Yun Yan hurriedly squatted beside her.

He saw the old lady glanced at him, said nothing, stretched out her wrinkled hand, and placed it on Zheng Ping's neck, pinching her lymph nodes while chanting.

Yunyan pricked up her ears and listened for a long time before she understood what she said: "Pinch the sheep, pinch the sheep, kill the sheep and live the sheep..."

After pinching like this twelve times, Fang stopped, and the old lady brought a cup of tea for Zheng Ping to drink.

Yunyan stared back at Zheng Ping's neck, but he didn't think it was getting better. He became entangled, this is simply a feudal superstition, how could it be possible to pinch his neck and read a jingle.

These days, medicine and witchcraft are still not quite separated—you can even recognize it without reading it. There are a lot of weird healing methods and customs, some are useful and some are pure nonsense. This one, Looking back, Yunyan was really unreliable.

But Yunyan didn't dare to say it back, and only cautiously suggested when she went back, why not find a few more doctors to see, maybe there is someone who is good at it and can treat it?

Zheng Ping said, it will take seven days, and it will not be too late to talk about it after seven days.

Yunyan thought back, hey, you guys still have a course of treatment, well, let's pinch it first, and he will ask the doctor on the other side to forget it.

At this time, he remembered the Miao dialect that Zheng Ping spoke, and asked, "Mother, what are you talking to that mother-in-law? Why can't I understand?"

"That's Miao dialect, I learned it from others." Zheng Ping passed it lightly, without any intention of explaining to Yun Yan.

Yunyan was concerned about her illness, so she didn't ask any further questions.

After returning home, Yun Yan also inquired about a few doctors in Bianliang, but before she had time to contact them, Zheng Ping's side actually really worked.She went to the old Miao woman in Xiuxiang to pinch the goats every day. After seven days, the goats were pinched until the swelling subsided.

Went to Ran's place to have a look again, and he also nodded his head and said okay, okay.

Yunyan got confused in the wind for a while, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't remember the subtlety of the old woman's technique, and it actually worked.

However, regardless of whether the cat is black or white, it is a good cat if it can catch mice. Maybe there is some principle in it that can only be explained by modern technology. Yun Yanhui can only lament how amazing the ancient people are.