When Zhao Yunchu was about to cry but had no tears, Yun Yanhui heard a sound inside. He looked at it and saw that Zhao Yunchu was holding the jar, so he said hello, "Junior brother is here."
Zhao Yunchu said shyly, "Senior brother, I happened to come to the temple today to see you and bring some milk to Beibei. That... can you get it off?"
"Haha, I just went in to get something, come, I'll take it back." Yun Yanhui and Zhao Yunchu worked together to tear off Bei Bei, put it back in the fence, and poured milk to 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 medicine."
"What do you do with the medicine, who is sick?"
"My mother felt a cold, so the Master wrote a recipe. There were two medicines that happened to be gone. I went to pick them up." Yun Yan turned around and showed him the medicine basket to show that she was not lying.
There is no way, Yun Yan has returned too many criminal records, Zhao Yunchu looked at it and said, "Brother Yan, let me go with you."
"Don't," Yun Yan looked around, "The Master told me that your family had sent people to follow you secretly. When I led you up the mountain, didn't you tear me apart?"
Zhao Yunchu also knew this was the case, so he could only say: "Then I will ask someone to help you collect the medicine, you stay with me."
"..." Yun Yan glanced back at the back basket and handed it out, "Then why are you embarrassed..."
Zhao Yunchu immediately called someone, told Yun Yan to report the name of the medicine, and asked someone who knew it to pick it up, while he sat on the steps with Yun Yan and chatted.
Yun Yanhui said while cuddling the panda, "Junior 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 specially for you, right?"
"Is it possible that the new temple is not allowed to be built casually, or that it is possible for me to be the abbot of the Daxiangguo Temple?" Zhao Yunchu also thought for a while, "But my mother would not let me become a monk."
"There is no mother who wants her son to become a monk. If you want to be a monk, you must be a good monk, otherwise it is meaningless. But a monk like Master Li, how hard it is." Yun Yan replied.
These days, he completely observes the precepts and rules, and there are not many monks who study Buddhism. It is clear that the reason why he has a high status in the temple is precisely because he is a real master. Although there are many irregular monks, the core of a temple must be a true monk.
Zhao Yunchu also sighed, leaning his head on Yun Yanhui's shoulder.
"Oh boy, don't get tired of being crooked," Yun Yanhui shook him away, "what does it look like."
Zhao Yunchu was very aggrieved, because Brother Yan was too double-standard, and their Xiaobao was only two years younger, and they asked him to carry him on his back.
Yun Yanhui not only double-standard, but also ruthless, the milk is left, the medicine is left, and people can leave. After driving Zhao Yunchu back to the place, he boiled medicine for Zheng Ping.
In the past two years, Zheng Ping's health has gradually not been as good as before, or because Yun Dalang died of mourning and hurt her body, so Yun Yanhui has been actively preventing epidemics, so as not to let his mother suffer from minor illnesses in this age of underdeveloped medical technology. .
It's just that this time, Zheng Ping didn't get better after drinking a few sticks, so she simply asked for leave to rest for a few days, but her body turned red and swollen.
Yun Yan looked back and saw that it was even on her neck. No matter how she looked, the lymph nodes were swollen, so she hurriedly called out to look at it again.
After thinking about it for a long time, she told Zheng Ping to stop sewing.
Zheng Ping didn't say anything, but Yun Yan didn't understand. Clearly told him that not only did Zheng Ping grieve excessively after her deceased husband, and she never let it go, otherwise her body should have been conditioned long ago.
It looks very normal on weekdays, except for special occasions, it seems that there is no sadness, but in fact, I put my grief on the needle thread, and put my emotions into it when threading, so the works have become more and more beautiful in recent years.
Obviously, I didn't think about this at first, but this time I went to the outpatient clinic for treatment, and I only understood after seeing Zheng Ping's half of her works.
How did Yun Yanhui know that this was still happening? Five years later, he thought that Zheng Ping had already let go. If it wasn't for him being too young to speak, he would have wanted to persuade Zheng Ping to find a good person and remarry.
Hearing this, he hurriedly put away the Kesi tools.
"What to do with this redness, can you make another recipe?" Yun Yan looked back at it, which was quite scary.
"This is the condensed grief of your mother, and I can't do anything about it. Taking medicine can't be released." Lingran said.
What the hell, it's obviously a disease, the lymph nodes are swollen, Zheng Ping has been prone to colds in recent years. Could it be that there is a problem with the immune system? This is in line with the clear words, in the end, it still affects the mood.
The more Yun Yanhui thought about it, the more confused she became, and she didn't know how to persuade Zheng Ping.
Zheng Ping gave a wry smile, "Thank you Master, I'll find someone to pinch the sheep tomorrow."
Clearly nodded and said, "There is a Nanman woman in Xiuxiang. They still have some means to deal with this kind of disease, but try it."
"Pinching a sheep? What do you mean?" Yun Yan was confused. He knew that a sheep was called a sheep by the common people, but he didn't understand what pinching a sheep was.
Zheng Ping couldn't explain the matter. Anyway, she was going to bring Yun Yanhui back tomorrow. Now Yun Yanhui's opinion still has a certain weight at home.
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Yun Yanhui followed Zheng Ping to Xiuxiang, and entered a house built in a narrow slit. In the main room was sitting an old woman dressed in barbarian clothing.
The so-called Nanman is the Miao ethnic group at this time. There are not many in Bianliang, but in recent years, they have a sense of existence. They are mainly famous for their special singing and dancing, and they have won a lot of popularity. However, it is very contradictory, discriminating against the Miao ethnic group, which is quite divisive.
Zheng Ping said hello to the old lady and spoke to her.
However, after listening to a few sentences, Yun Yan realized that he did not 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 woman talked to Zheng Ping for a few words, and then sat her down in blunt Chinese.
Yun Yanhui hurriedly squatted to the side.
He saw the old woman glance at him, but didn't say anything. He stretched out his wrinkled hand and put it on Zheng Ping's neck, pinching her lymph nodes while chanting words.
Yun Yanhui pricked up her ears and listened for a long time, before she understood what she said: "Pinch Yang Gong, Pinch Yang Po, strangle the sheep and live the Yang Po..."
After pinching like this twelve times, Fang stopped, and the old woman went to bring a cup of tea for Zheng Ping to drink.
Yun Yan stared back at Zheng Ping's neck, but she didn't feel any improvement. He became entangled. This was simply a feudal superstition, how could it be possible to choke her neck and read her tongue.
Medicine and witchcraft are still a little bit different these days. I don’t even know what I’m talking about. There are so many strange healing methods and customs. Yan Hui looked really unreliable.
But Yun Yanhui didn't dare to say it. When he went back, he carefully suggested it. Why don't you find a few more doctors to have a look. Maybe someone who is good at it can be cured
However, Zheng Ping said that it would take seven days, and it would not be too late to talk about it after seven days.
Yun Yan thought back, "Huh, you guys still have a course of treatment, well, then let's pinch first, and he'll ask the doctor on the other side."
At this time, I remembered the Miao language that Zheng Ping said, and asked, "Mother, what did you and that mother-in-law say? Why can't I understand it?"
"That's Miao dialect, I learned it from others." Zheng Ping took it over lightly, not wanting to explain it to Yun Yan.
Yun Yan thought about her illness and didn't ask any more questions.
After going back, Yun Yanhui also inquired about several doctors in Bianliang, but before they could get in touch, Zheng Ping's side actually worked. She went to the old Miao woman in Xiuxiang every day to pinch the sheep. After seven days, the sheep was really swollen.
When I went to Ran's place again to take a look, I also nodded and said okay, okay.
Yun Yan was messed up in the wind for a while, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't think of the subtlety of the old woman's technique, but it really worked.
However, no matter whether it is a black cat or a white cat, if it catches a mouse, it is a good cat. Maybe there is a principle that can be explained by modern technology. Yun Yanhui can only sigh about the extraordinary aspirations of the ancient people.