CH.58 Life is like papyrus, try to pull as little as possible

The long night in the valley was extremely difficult, and the quiet night was quiet, and the wind was quiet, but the sound was heard. A few goose cries from the yard made the night seem unusually lonely. Since I reopened my eyes, I have been here for three months, and my life has been uneventful, but it is not interesting, every day like that pastoral peasant woman, picking vegetables and making soup with clean hands.

Aunt Qing never asked me about what happened before I fell, and she didn't ask about the future but only the future generations, but just warned me not to go near the deep pool of stagnant water, which is thousands of feet deep and has poisonous substances in it, which can hurt people. It wasn't until one day when I had nothing to do and made a few pastries with the side dishes in the yard that Aunt Qing found out that I still had the talent of a little cook.

I told the truth that I was also a kitchen handyman during those four Qing Dynasty.

"When I was young, I didn't have the talent to learn martial arts and medicine, so I was sent into the kitchen by the masters to learn art, I didn't have any intention to say that I would definitely achieve something in my life, and it was good to be a foodie and a little chef."

I remembered the past and smiled a little reluctantly.

Hearing this, Aunt Qing stood there and thought for a while, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, patted her head, hurriedly rushed into the inner room, flipped through for a while and took out a bunch of old yellowed books, put them on the table with a "bang", and raised a lot of dust.

"When I was first locked in, my father stuffed a number of Qizhi books in, which is equivalent to putting half of the coveted book sea, but I didn't have a ten-thousandth idea of these things at that time, and it was just right that you came now, and the old man's things were also used by someone, and he was not wronged when he died......"

It seems that Aunt Qing's words are always in-depth **, but although I am curious as a junior, I really don't dare to ask, for fear of touching something that people don't want to recall, and when she wants to tell me one day, I have nowhere to go now.

I took one or two of the books that Aunt Qing put on the table, and flipped through them twice, although they were old books, but many of the things recorded in them I had never seen in the small library of things, and the more I looked at them, the more strange they became.

"Huh?" I quickly flipped through it several times, "In the spirit of selfless communication, this is not like a book about ingredients, it feels a bit like a book written by a medical student." ”

Aunt Qing fluttered her sleeves a few times and said to me, "Yes, yes, no matter how you say that my old man is also the king of yams, how can the book written by the old man be bad." ”

Looking for the Yam King? Old man? The old king next door?

Aunt Qing clapped her hands, stretched out her head, looked at the text inside curiously, turned the page back to the cover, looked at the mess on it, pointed to the scribbles and said to me: "Yes, this is written, it is a medicinal diet." ”

So...... The ghost symbol on the cover of this page is the word "medicinal diet".

As a "Complete Collection of Medicinal Diets" that should be strict, this article is written in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, but it is occasionally interspersed with the show-off of the person who wrote the book, "Well, I can find such awesome information, am I not very awesome~", although it is not too difficult for me to read, but because the words of the whole book are too ugly, if it can be called a word and not a circle drawn by a child......

I suddenly felt that Aunt Qing's father should be an extremely optimistic old man, and the "belly" written on this page of handwriting that happened to be turned to is very interesting, and some of them are comparable to those out-of-print books I used to read in the Four Qing Dynasty.

"Abdominal pain is divided into three parts, the pain above the umbilicus is too yin and spleen, when the umbilicus and pain is less yin kidney, and the less abdominal pain is the yin liver and chong, ren, large and small intestines. People with less abdominal pain eat ginger porridge, take ginger appropriately, put it in a bowl and add boiling porridge, cover and stir for a while, add salt to taste. Do not put nine syrup honey at the same time, highly poisonous, increase the spoon to die at one moment, add two spoons to die and live, add four spoons to die, after death the body has the fragrance of honey, into the fire for a moment or three for ashes ......"

When I saw it, my heart was already messy...... When you burn into the fire and turn it into ashes for a while, have you really seen the scene of being burned?

Aunt Qing saw me laughing vigorously, and hurriedly came over and asked, "Little Ge'er, is this book so fun?" ”

"Yes, yes!" I pointed it out to her, "This handwritten book written by your own father is really wonderful, you see." This is called 'stagnation headache', you can eat that Yuanzhi jujube soup, each time you need to increase the jujube ten, the method is the same as decoction of Chinese medicine, four times a day, each time add more than half a jar of secret sugar, this is not equivalent to eating candied fruit, and ah this Dandi porridge needs Danpi, Salvia, dogwood meat and rehmannia rehmannia, take the juice and add rice to boil into hot porridge, it feels like making zuò that fruit Danpi in the small kitchen, reading and reading I myself will be hungry......

Aunt Qing said thoughtfully, "This ...... It's like a snack food system. ”

I nodded, "Your dad is so good." ”

At the end, it was written in extremely neat small letters, "The official system in the valley is not allowed to be circulated by outsiders, and there is no forgiveness after reading." ”

My hand shook a little and I dropped half of the paper......

I bent down to retrieve the paper, always feeling a cold sweat on my back. On the contrary, Aunt Qing patted me on the shoulder very lovingly: "My old man is like this, you don't have to pay attention to him, this is probably what my father forced my mother to write." ”

"Huh~" Aunt Qing straightened me up, "Speaking of which......" She looked me up and down, suddenly slapped the layers of old books on the table, and said in surprise: "Little Ge'er...... You might as well enter the door of my Medicine King Valley, see that you care so much about saving the hungry little belly of the world, so many books I lost in the house is also a loss to my father's handwriting for so many years, you enter my house, the books can be read at will, and I am not violating my father's rules. ”

I was dumbfounded, "Ah.................. What do you say? ”

"I've already worshiped my master, so I shouldn't be able to enter other sects."

Aunt Qing smiled heartily: "No, no, no, I don't want you to be a beginner, wouldn't it be good if you entered my house, I happened to lack a goddaughter!" ”

Goddaughter......

Although I don't know where it is, Aunt Qing, as my savior, has been alone in this valley for so many years, if I can be with her, it would be good to be her goddaughter, there is no concern in the world, and it is good to have a little more concern.

I rushed over: "Aunt Qing, can I be a goddaughter and get rid of the accommodation fee and meal money?" ”

Aunt Qing was very happy and waved her hand: "Excuse me!" ”

I pounced and hugged her legs, "Godmother!" ”

I originally thought that Aunt Qing would just say that, but who knew that there was still a set of rules for paying attention to his father. She told me that as a godmother, she had appreciated my home-cooked skills early on, and planned to teach me the collection of medicinal food skills written in his father's book, and needed my formal worship of my mother.

In this life, I have worshiped gods and Buddhas, worshiped masters, worshipped the holy decree of the imperial city, and this time, I also worshipped my godmother.

In this way, it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, and my "worship godmother ceremony" finally arrived after inviting the goddess and the old man.

It was a bright day. I was dragged out of the old woman's bed early in the morning, and she personally groomed and dressed me, and I wanted to wear Aunt Qing's ordinary cloth skirt, but I didn't know where Aunt Qing found the gold silk embroidered clothes, which made me suddenly feel the strictness of this ceremony.

The ritual was done with meticulous care, and the old woman pinched the comb and grabbed my hair and combed it up violently. I let out an earth-shattering scream.

Aunt Qing calmly knocked on the door outside twice: "Xiao Ge'er, you have to hold back later, I was like this back then......"

I said, "What are you putting up with?" ”

The old priestess patted me and said, "Have the courage to look at death as if you were home, little girl." ”

The goddess and the old man are old and spicy, let me cry wolf, I am not soft at all, and finally understand what the word regret is.

The moment I saw the mirror with an extremely complicated, extremely heavy hair that made me look like a big-headed doll, I could only think I was insane. I can only look at the sky outside the window at 45 degrees, bright and sad.

When I get old, this revenge must be avenged. However, it was necessary to wait for a moment and three quarters before the noon could be performed.

I leaned against the head of the bed, my hair was so heavy that I couldn't straighten my neck, and it always made me want to go to justice.

I asked Aunt Qing, "Aunt Qing, how long do you say this three moments are?" ”

Aunt Qing said: "It depends on whether you are squatting in the toilet or waiting outside the toilet."

What a brilliant answer!

At one end, the old woman was wearing a slightly exaggerated pure black robe, holding a cup of tea, looking at me as if she was at home, took a sip of tea lightly, and said to the two of us: "Life is like papyrus, it's okay to talk as little as possible, you sleep well, and when you wake up, you should worship your godmother." ”

The ginger is still old and spicy, and I'm convinced.