The daily routine of the ancient imperial examination

Lu Dafu was stunned by his operation. When did his son understand this?Why does it look like this?

In fact, according to Lu Xiuyuan's cautious personality, he was originally unwilling to take this risk. He was afraid that people would find out that he was different from before.

But since he has occupied someone else's body and lives here again, the family members of the original body are also his own responsibility. This is what he has thought about carefully. If Lu Dafu can stand up in the future, it will be a blessing for everyone. It's a good thing, so it has to be done.

There are no modern inspection instruments here, and everything is guessed based on experience. Fortunately, he has worked in general surgery for so many years, and he has been influenced by his family environment since he was a child. Now, even if he is not [-]% sure, [-]% is possible.

It's just that his current body is a little weak, and his strength may not be enough. After bone setting, he will need some props, and there is no suitable one at home, so he can only go out to try his luck later.

He told Lu Dafu his thoughts, and the other party agreed without even thinking about it, and told him to try it boldly. In these respects, he seemed to believe in his young son who was smart since he was a child.

After the specific process was communicated, Lu Xiuyuan didn't stay in the house for long before he was rushed to have breakfast. There was a bowl of rice porridge and a steamed bun left for him on the stove. The bottom of the stove was still warm, so he added a handful of firewood , slightly warmed up.

The white and soft steamed buns were smoked by the hot air, and the sides were soaked in water vapor. After taking a big mouthful, he choked a bit, and quickly took a mouthful of rice porridge.

There was no taste at all, and his mouth was bland and bitter, and he really wanted to eat two salty bites.

He searched around the kitchen a few times with the bowl in his hand, but he didn't see any pickles, but in the cupboard, he saw a few black steamed buns and a small pot of cloudy porridge from the leftovers from their meal in the morning. made.

There was a pause.

He tasted it with mixed feelings. The material of the black steamed buns tasted a bit strange, dry and astringent, and it irritated his throat. After he drank the porridge next to him, his throat was stabbed again. He recognized this, It should be porridge made from wheat mixed with wheat bran. He has heard of it in modern times, and many people feed it to pigs...

The original owner had been studying in the county before, and rarely went home. Before going up the mountain, the family still had a lot of food surplus, and the bowl of rice porridge he drank yesterday was thick and sweet.

He is rich in modern life, and his family is an ancestral doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. His grandfather's generation has superb skills, and many people come here admiringly. I have been wronged in food and clothing.

Looking at the white steamed bun in his hand and the rice porridge in the bowl, Lu Xiuyuan's eyes felt sour. Only now did he deeply realize that he is no longer a modern rich young master.

Even though the Lu family was so poor that they couldn't get rid of the blame, they still gave Lu Xiuyuan the best. This kind of love moved him very much, and it also made him eliminate most of the strangeness in this world, and gave him a sense of belonging.

He broke the steamed buns into the porridge, stirred them with chopsticks, and swallowed them whole. He wanted to recover quickly.

The matter of making money has to be done step by step. It is useless to think too far, it is better to do the things in front of you first.

After eating and drinking enough, after washing the dishes, he rested for a while, found the hatchet at home from the corner, and went out with it.

The Lu family lives at the back of the village, with their backs against the mountains. During the rainy season, there will be mountain springs flowing in front of their house. At that time, they don't have to go all the way to the entrance of the village to fetch water.

And further west from their house, there is a dense bamboo forest. Some craftsmen in the village also use bamboo strips to weave various farm tools. He wants to chop a few bamboos, which will be useful when he comes back.

After walking for a short time, I arrived at the bamboo forest. Due to the heavy rain a few days ago, the bamboo was full of water, and the leaves became greener and greener. Looking at the past, the green is tall and straight, which makes people feel better. I have made up my mind. You can come here more when you have nothing to do in the future.

Lu Xiuyuan took a hatchet and looked at it for a few times. He chopped off a few bamboos of moderate thickness in one go, trimmed off the excess branches and piled them together. After resting for a while, he regained his strength, wiped the sweat off his forehead, got up and hugged the bamboos two by two into his arms, dragged the four bamboos, and slowly moved back step by step.

When he got home, the yard was still quiet. Mrs. Zhang and the others hadn't come back yet. He found an open space, sawed the bamboo into several sections, cleaned them, and then split them in the middle.

A few stones were moved in the yard to form a simple hearth, and the bamboo split in half was placed on it, and small bowls were placed on both sides. After confirming that it was correct, the firewood was added.

The tongue of fire licked the bamboo joints, and after a while, water vapor began to evaporate on both sides, and the sound of bubbles was heard.

As the first drop of water fell, after a while, water drops fell into the bowl continuously, and the bamboo was roasted for more than half before it was enough to fill a bowl full of fresh bamboo juice.

Lu Xiuyuan directly picked up the bowl, and the fragrance of bamboo came to his nostrils. He gently blew on the ash on the surface and drank it without filtering it.

After drinking it, Lu Xiuyuan didn't know if it was a psychological effect. Lu Xiuyuan felt that the depression in his chest had dissipated a lot. At the same time, he also learned from his memory that there was no doctor in the medical center here to treat cough with fresh bamboo leek. The earliest record of Li was in Datang, Sun Simiao's Qianjin Fangli. Could it be that this place is later than Datang?

But Daqing, which has ephedra soup, can’t have fresh bamboo leeks, but it’s also possible that their village is backward. Although their Ping’an Town belongs to a town-level county and is bustling and lively, their Jinshan Village is the most remote village in the town. , located at the foot of the mountain, the traffic was not developed in ancient times, and it is normal for the doctors in the village to not know.

Maybe he could use this to make some money?Lu Xiuyuan was calculating the feasibility in his mind, and at the same time, he washed the dishes and put them back in the kitchen. He was about to turn around to clean up the garbage on the ground, when he saw outside the door, a dark and strong man with a basket on his back, looking around at the door.

"Brother, who are you?" Lu Xiuyuan stepped forward and asked.

The strong man's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Seeing Lu Xiuyuan approaching, he scratched his head nervously and said, "Mr. Xiucai, I am Qin Feng, the son of Qin Orion on the mountain. That, before ,I……"

Before he finished speaking, his face turned red because of lack of words.

Seeing him like this, Lu Xiuyuan probably guessed why the other party came, and quickly led him into the room.

"So it's Brother Qin, let's go into the room and sit down."

Lu Xiuyuan found a stool for him to sit down, and was about to pour him a cup of tea. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the kettle. He patted his head and suddenly realized that, except for the original owner who was particular about drinking boiled water, the rest of the family didn't seem to be in the habit of boiling water for drinking. , Everyone was thirsty, and they drank water directly from the water tank.

He paused for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed. He didn't boil any water yet, so how could he entertain guests? He couldn't scoop up a bowl of water for others to drink...

Fortunately, Qin Feng got up in time and grabbed him.

"Mr. Xiucai, I just drank a few big bowls of rough tea before I went down the mountain. Don't bother, you must do this..." Pulling Lu Xiuyuan, Qin Feng finally explained why he came, and he came to make amends.

Their Jinshan Village is located at the foot of the mountain. Although the location is remote and the transportation is not developed, they rely on the mountain to eat the mountain. The villagers often go to the mountain to collect some mountain treasures to improve their lives.

The mountain was not called by this name at first, but because it is surrounded by water and rich in products, it has fed them for several generations, so it was renamed Jinshan.

The hunters on the mountain also live here all the year round, so there will inevitably be many traps, small traps are fine, and some hunters will secretly dig large traps two or three meters deep in order to capture some huge prey such as wild boars. Full of sharpened bamboo so they can sit back and wait for their prey to bite, making easy money.

However, this kind of good thing didn't last long. There were unlucky villagers who fell into the trap when they went up to the mountain to pick the treasures. They were pierced by the bamboo tip underneath and died on the spot.

This incident caused a lot of trouble at the time, but later the village paid more attention to this area. It is strictly forbidden for hunters to dig traps longer than two meters, and it is not allowed to place sharp objects inside.

After that, many years passed safely. This time, it was Qin Feng who was going to get married. The partner was the elder brother of the old hunter on the mountain.

As men, Qin Feng wanted to show off his abilities in front of his untrained husband, and planned to capture a big guy alive. He thought that the weather had turned cold recently, the villagers were busy with farming, and no one went up the mountain, so there should be no accidents, so he secretly A trap this deep was dug on the mountain.

Who would have thought that something went wrong, if it was just falling into a trap, it would be fine, anyway, he would come to check every afternoon, and then he would rescue people, but the autumn rain was so heavy and urgent that they were drenched to the ground Delirious.

Suffering from wind and cold was a big problem in ancient times, and people would die. It would be useless for Qin Feng to regret it. He quickly rescued people, and he never showed his thoughts in front of his unmarried husband.

Because of the customs, he was afraid that he would be infected with sickness and bump into the happy event, so he didn't come to visit Lu Xiuyuan.

Now that his husband has finished returning home and has arranged the house, he is free, so he hastened to take a look with his things, hoping that the scholar will not blame him.

Knowing the ins and outs, Lu Xiuyuan remained silent. If Qin Feng hadn't shown up so strongly, the original owner might not have died. He thought he was not qualified to forgive the original owner, but he is not the Holy Mother. If the original owner did not die, he would not be able to. come here.

Seeing Lu Xiuyuan's gloomy face and not speaking, Qin Feng's heart was suspended. It was all his fault. He shouldn't take any chances. After he finished his work, he asked someone at home and found out that Mr. Xiucai had been suffering from a high fever. , He was a little flustered at that time, but now it seems that Lu Xiuyuan can get up, anyway, Mr. Xiucai just had a fever for a few days, and he recovered after a good body. After all, he is a scholar, so he shouldn't make things difficult for himself, right?

Feeling guilty, Qin Feng quickly took the basket beside him, which contained several large pieces of bacon, some dried mushrooms, and a pack of eggs, and handed them all to Lu Xiuyuan.

"Mr. Xiucai, that's all for the family. I'll beat the big guys later, and I'll send you into shock. Please don't tell the village chief that I just married my husband, and I don't want to be kicked out of the village!"

This stalemate is not a problem, after all, in the eyes of outsiders, "Lu Xiuyuan" just had a fever for a few days, and now he has recovered, and the inside story is not enough for outsiders, and he can only lament the trick of fate and the luck of the original owner not good.

He sighed inwardly, took the dried mushrooms and put them on the table.

But there are two sides to the matter. Thinking about the good, since he can come here from modern times, maybe the original owner can also be resurrected in his world through his body. After all, he can travel through time, and soul exchange is not impossible.