After all the dishes were put on the table, the steward named Mo Suiyun walked into the dining room yesterday.
He bowed to everyone, and said: "Everyone, our head and wife are coming here, please wait for a moment. We have also prepared special products from the family for you. The porcelain plate in front of you is green The fruit here is the Qiling fruit, a specialty in the valley. Eating it can relieve fatigue, help sleep, and the taste is very sweet, why don't you try it?"
Song Ci picked a fruit that looked like a winter jujube and tasted it. The taste was indeed very sweet. Song Ci took a bite but felt sick.
She put down the fruit and didn't touch it again.
A female scholar in her early thirties said: "This is the first time I have eaten this fruit, and I have never seen it on the market. It tastes really good."
Mo Suiyun laughed contentedly, and he said proudly: "This kind of fruit is only produced in our valley, and they grow on the western hillside. This kind of fruit suddenly appeared two hundred years ago. Its The fruit is sweet, and you can sleep well after eating it. Because the production is small, it has never been sold."
"That's a blessing for us."
Song Ci raised a question, "Could it be that the soil in the valley is special, which is why this strange fruit was bred?"
Mo Suiyun looked towards Song Ci, and he smiled inscrutablely, without explaining in detail, he just said: "Miss Song is right, it is because the soil is too fertile, that's why this kind of fruit grows." .”
As for why it is fertile, Mo Suiyun did not elaborate.
During the break between classes in the afternoon, Song Ci carefully looked at the four mountains of Mo's house, the southeast, the north, and the west. She noticed that there were almost no houses on the mountain to the west, but that mountain had the most rare and exotic grasses.
A vague idea sprouted in Song Ci's heart.
fertile
Perhaps, on that mountain, the bones of generations of medicine men were once buried. The flesh and blood of the medicine man are treasures, so the white bones are also useful.
Once this idea came up, Song Ci stared at the fruit in front of him and almost spit it out on the spot. She hurriedly picked up a glass of sweet fruit juice and drank it, only then suppressed the nauseating feeling.
At this time, the head of the Mo family came with his wife.
The new member of the Mo family is called Mo Suixin. Mo Suixin is the only son of the old patriarch, Mo Zhangkuang. Mo Zhangkuang is a son of old age, and he only got such a son when he was over thirty-five years old. Mo Suixin is equally talented in Chinese medicine, and has been carefully trained by Mo Zhangkuang all his life, and now he is also a bigwig in the field of Chinese medicine.
Mo Suixin is Mo Fengying's father, his face is very elegant, and there is no trace of age on his face. At first glance, he was just an ordinary middle-aged man.
Mo Suixin was wearing a black long gown with an improved Chinese tunic suit inside, and he had the majestic aura of a master while walking. The wife of the head of the family who was following behind him was wearing a winter cheongsam with a cape on her shoulders, her hair was rolled up, revealing a pretty face that could be considered delicate and beautiful.
Mo Fengying's appearance followed her mother's, delicate and clear.
Song Ci stared at Mo Suixin's face thoughtfully.
According to kinship, this person should be her and Song Fei's cousin.
Song Ci knew that Mo Zhangkuang, the old patriarch of the Mo family, was still alive. He was now in his seventies and still in good health. Song Ci thought that the old Patriarch would also appear at the banquet tonight, but he was a little disappointed when he didn't see him.
After thinking about it, the old Patriarch's status is honorable, so he should not come to such a small occasion.
Probably, the mysterious old Patriarch will only show up when the competition is over and the top three are born.
As soon as Mo Suixin sat down, he noticed a pair of twins behind the banquet table. He had already heard that the wife of the president of Zeus International and her sister were also in the team this time. It seemed that this pair of beautiful women were Song Ci and Song Fei.
Mo Suixin looked away, raised his glass, said a few polite words, drank a few glasses of wine with everyone, and then the chat started.
Everyone talked about things related to traditional Chinese medicine. Some were sharing interesting stories they had encountered in their working lives, and some were laughing at the ironic debates they discovered when they came into contact with Western medicine.
Song Ci listened quietly and rarely spoke.
But Mo Suixin had noticed Song Fei a long time ago. He knew that Song Fei was the oldest virus expert in China. When he thought that such a genius also had a lot of research on Chinese medicine, he felt proud and wanted to sell Song Fei a little bit .
"Miss Song Fei, what do you think about Chinese medicine?"
Song Ci, who played Song Fei, was suddenly named. She put down her drink cup, raised her face, and imitated Song Fei's cold face subtly. If it wasn't someone who got along day and night, she would have been able to tell the difference between her and Song Fei.
Song Ci said: "Chinese medicine is a traditional Chinese art and a culture, but I don't think it is perfect. Although it has been developed for thousands of years, it is still a toddler. But I don't deny it. , it is indeed a very remarkable, very huge knowledge."
"It's like we stand on the top of a mountain and look at the valley. I can clearly see the division and structure of every house in the valley. I can find out the name and gender of every resident, but this does not mean that I am qualified to be the patriarch of this clan As for Chinese medicine, it is the valley we are in. You think you have seen it through, you think you have comprehended it, but in fact, what you see is always the superficial layer of things.”
"Traditional Chinese medicine is an empirical medicine, and the attitude of learning is endless. There are predecessors who compiled "Huangdi Neijing", "Shen Nong Baicao Jing", and "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" according to experience. And I also hope to see In the future, there will be "Song Fei's Differentiation of Medicine Records" and "Xinxin Pharmaceutical Experience."
After Song Ci's words came out, the audience fell silent.
Then, there was thunderous applause.
Song Fei looked at her younger sister's profile and thought to herself: You blow it, keep blowing it.
Song Ci's words made Mo Suixin's blood surge, and he shouted hello twice in a row. "Good! Good! What a "Song Fei's Differentiation of Drugs" and "Xinxin Pharmaceutical Experience"! Young people should have such lofty ambitions as you!"
After a long talk, I was finally able to eat well. Song Ci picked up the coriander on each dish with chopsticks, and then bowed his head to eat. She thought to herself, it would be great if Han Zhan was here. He likes coriander so much, and the coriander here can fill him up.
After dinner, it was already dark, Song Ci and Song Fei took the cable car back to the room.
As soon as she returned to her room, Song Ci immediately took off her clothes and untied the restraint belt on her chest. She bent down and let out a long breath.
Staring at the position in front of her chest, Song Ci said worriedly: "Song Fei, will my chest be deformed if this continues?"
Song Fei didn't know, she was somewhat melancholy, and her tone was a little angry, and said, "Don't ask me, this question is out of line." Only Dabo would worry about sagging and expanding breasts, and none of them have small breasts. this worry.
No right to worry.
Recommend my friend Li Buyan's article "Mr. Gu's Canary"
Everyone in City C knew that Gu Jiangnian, the richest man in City C, raised a canary.
Canary takes care of the overall situation and generally frowns and smiles as a model of a wealthy family. Everyone envies Mr. Gu's beautiful wife.
But Mr. Gu knows that his canary will fly sooner or later.
One day, the chairman of Junhua Group was attending an international business conference. The reporter chased after him with a long gun and short cannon and asked, "Mr. Gu, how did you get together with Mrs. Gu?"
Gu Jiang stopped walking a few years ago, turned around slightly, and smiled lightly: "The ground is a prison, draw it slowly."
The friend asked with a smile, "How about the canary fly?"
The man leaned on the seat, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his slender fingertips lit some cigarette ash, and his words were cruel and ruthless, "Then fold your wings and ruin your dreams and put them in a cage."
[About Marriage]
In 2008, Jiang Muwan was framed by his friends, and there was only a thin line between filling the 800 million shortfall and going to prison.
Late at night in the middle of winter, with continuous drizzle, Gu Jiangnian stood at the gate of the police station with a black umbrella and lighted the cigarette ash. He looked at her like a bereaved dog with a light smile, and said with a smile: "800 million is the employment, I will marry Miss Jiang, how?"
[About marriage]
She was completely trapped, and stood in the firelight to look at Gu Jiangnian. Her clear eyes fell on the man, and her words were flat: "Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest. When disaster strikes, we die together."
He responded: "Okay."
(end of this chapter)