Yan Xingzhi hesitated here for a moment, and finally continued to explain: "This medicinal herb is really a bad herb, because its blood-invigorating and channeling properties are too strong, if a pregnant woman eats it by mistake, one of its fruits is enough to induce a miscarriage. But it is very similar to wild millet in terms of the appearance of green seedlings and fruits, and it likes to grow with millet to guide the mistakes of the zhì people. In the past, if it was found in the grain sold, the price would inevitably plummet, so it was regarded as the number one weed by farmers for a long time. ”

Yan Xingzhi's tone softened, and he added: "Fortunately, before it is cooked, the color is very bright, and it is not difficult to distinguish if you are careful." Despite this, after more than 100 years of intensive cleaning by farmers, the plant has almost disappeared from the fields. ”

Mo Ye couldn't help but ask, "Is it poisonous?" ”

Yan Xingzhi patted the herbal ash foam on his hand, and said with a smile: "It itself is non-toxic, that is, it has strong activation properties, but it is really a big harm to pregnant women." This thing has gradually faded out of the medical world for more than 100 years, after all, there are many kinds of active medicinal materials, and if it is used, the hidden dangers are far greater than the benefits. ”

At this point, Yan Xingzhi solemnly admonished: "Although this medicine can no longer be used, don't throw it away like this, it needs to be burned with fire, so as not to cause it to harm the fields in this village." ”

Mo Ye hurriedly nodded and responded, "I keep it in mind." ”

The three of them rested together in the flower hall for a while, and after drinking the two teas, Yan Xingzhi got up and was about to leave, and Xing Feng also wanted to go together. Mo Ye also knew that it was not early, so he sent them out.

Before parting, Mo Ye repeatedly told them to pay attention to safety on the road, and specially lit two lanterns for them. Yan Xingzhi fiddled with the tassels under the lantern, and with a relaxed expression, he told Mo Ye to close the doors and windows. Mo Ye knew what he was thinking, but he could only laugh a few times in response.

After the two left, Mo Ye closed the courtyard door and went to Lin Shan's bedroom again. Seeing that Master was breathing evenly and was already asleep, she walked out lightly, closed the door, and returned to the main house.

Scooping up the broom, Mo Ye, who was about to clean the kitchen, stopped again when he walked through the flower hall. She turned and walked into the booth where the portrait was hung, staring blankly at the person in the portrait on the wall, and for a while, she suddenly murmured, "Who are you?" ”

She seems to be asking the person in the painting, and she is asking herself.

Having been studying at Lizheng College for more than two years, how could she not know the significance of this portrait enshrined in her home. But if you follow the rules, such a simple offering is full of strangeness. She had also tried to ask her master, uncle, and aunt before, but among the three of them, only her aunt had a slightly looser seal, but she only told her that the person in this portrait was very important to her.

Every morning, Master would bring himself to put three incense sticks on the portrait. In the past few years, I have bowed down to the person in this portrait at least a thousand times, but I still don't know who he is, is this a special irony? But for the person in the portrait, Mo Ye couldn't chuckle, when she was a child, she didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of the person in the painting, at this time she could already look at it, but she still couldn't hold on for long.

Mo Ye looked at the portrait for a while, then turned around and walked out of the room. Closing the door, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and then scooped her broom into the kitchen.

Sweeping the broken medicine residue from the ground together and sweeping it into the dustpan, she was about to go out to dump it, when suddenly she remembered something again. Putting down the dustpan, she stepped into the kitchen cubicle again.

In the cellar of the cubicle, Mo Ye scooped up a bag of medicinal herbs from the wooden shelf. Because of the cat disaster, in addition to the medicine that had been pulled out of the compartment, there were three packets of medicinal materials on the shelf that had been torn loose, but at this time, Mo Ye was actually hesitating when he held the medicine bag in his hand, whether to pick out the 'little Zhu'.

She really hated the fishy and bitter taste, but she didn't know if it would cause bad results if she picked it out—although with the strict method, the medicinal effect of this thing was not complicated.

When she hesitated, she casually flipped the medicine bag in her hand, but in the corner of the paper bag that was already loose, the already small and smooth 'little Zhu' actually took advantage of the gap to roll out a few grains. Mo Ye hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but the particles were too small, she only picked up one or two, and the rest rolled into the gap under the cabinet.

Mo Ye was suddenly stunned. She seemed to think of something in her heart, so she squatted like that, and after a long time, she suddenly threw the few 'little zhu' she picked up in her hand under the cabinet.

Fold the medicine bag back and put it back on the shelf, Mo Ye came out of the cellar, checked the ground again, and made sure that nothing was left, and then closed the small door of the kitchen cubicle.

For the residue in the dustpan, according to the strict words, it needs to be burned to eliminate weeds. But that was Yan Xingzhi's idea, who didn't know the details, and Mo Ye would definitely not use fire to burn it. Because she subconsciously felt that she still didn't tell Master Sù about this matter for the time being, she could only pour it into the flower garden first to make fertilizer. If the seed of 'a little vermilion' really sprouts, it will not be too late for her to pull it out.

After Yan Xingzhi and Xingfeng returned to the county seat together, Xingfeng found the restaurant where Xing Laohan was drinking, and sure enough, he saw that his father was also drunk, but this time Xingfeng resolutely couldn't agree that Yan Xingzhi would accompany him back to Xingjia Village again.

Yan Xingzhi saw that it was really not too early, so he had to follow Xingfeng's request, but he still sent Xingfeng to the end of the stone road in the county seat, and then stopped. On the occasion of separation, I also repeatedly told the punishment wind that we must pay attention to safety on the road.

Seeing the figure of Xingfeng walking away, Yan Xingzhi also went home.

The ancestors of the Yan family have lived here for nearly 100 years, and the family house has been regarded as a large family among the wealthy families in the county. At this time, most of the relatives and friends who were gathering at home had already left, and Yan Xingzhi walked through the somewhat cold roundabout pavilion corridor, his steps in a hurry. There was no trace of tiredness in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a sense of anxiety, and he occasionally met relatives and friends who had not left along the way, and he simply said hello, and then walked directly into a house in the middle of the house.

This house in the center of the house was built by the Yan family especially for Yan Xingzhi's grandfather.

The prosperity of the Yan family began with Yan Guang, and although this old man who was over the age of sixteen had a grandson, his spirit and body had always been good. He served as the imperial physician of two dynasties, and even now that the dynasty has changed, his medical skills are still recognized and valued by the new emperor. Although he has now handed over the affairs of the main family to Yan Xingzhi's father, and only goes home for one month every year during the New Year and Mid-Autumn Festival, his status in the Yan family can be described as extremely noble.

But tonight, after dinner, he sneaked out, and Yan Xingzhi, who had not seen anyone for more than an hour, suddenly came back, but rushed directly into the exclusive house of the old master of the Yan family.

"Grandpa!" After Yan Xingzhi rushed into the room, he didn't have time to close the door, so he knelt down towards the old man who was sitting behind the desk and writing something. He lowered his head and said seriously: "Grandson has something to ask you for guidance today." ”

Because of the barrier of the family's disease, the Yan family is not prosperous, but God still has a little affection, and the bloodline of the Yan family, from Yan Guang to Yan Xing, has a good talent for studying medicine. Since the death of his eldest grandson three years ago, Yan Guang's expectations for Yan Xingzhi have become even greater, and he is more worried about whether this child will have problems again. Fortunately, Yan Xingzhi is now twelve years old, and his body has always been healthy and tough, and Yan Guang loves him even more.

Seeing his grandson kneeling and begging, Yan Guang was about to get up and help. But when Yan Guang noticed the solemn expression on his grandson's face, he suddenly calmed down again, and said in a calm tone: "Stand up and close the door first." ”

Seeing his grandfather's stern expression, Yan Xingzhi felt a little more relieved, because he knew that when his grandfather became serious, things would be easier to talk about.

got up and closed the door, Yan Xingzhi turned around, and heard Yan Guang say lightly: "Now." ”

Yan Xingzhi's hand hanging in his sleeve was collected, and he exchanged places with a few questions in his heart, and then he opened his mouth and asked softly: "Grandpa, my grandson heard that you have a person, his medicine is strange but subtle, and his grandson wants to know, is this person still alive?" ”

Yan Guangyan suddenly put down the brush in his hand when he heard this, and said with a sad look in his eyes: "Lantern Festival, what are you doing with this kind of touching your eyebrows?" ”

"Please grandpa must tell his grandson." Yan Xingzhi's gaze did not flinch at all, but when he spoke again, the pleading meaning in his tone was much stronger.

Seeing this, Yan Guang waved his hand helplessly and said, "He is younger than me, and he should be alive and well now." ”

One flick is five, and two flicks are ten. Yan Guang's jargon Yan Xingzhi not only understood it, but he also heard from his grandfather's words that he had already begun to joke that his grandfather was not really angry just now. So after hearing this, Yan Xingzhi suddenly grinned, and said with flattering words: "Hehe, grandpa is not old!" ”

"The rhetoric is blunt and insincere." Yan Guang pretended to stare at Yan Xing angrily, and then said slowly: "What else is the matter?" If you talk quickly, instead of listening to your false words, grandpa prefers you to be straightforward. ”

"Order, borrow grandpa's pen and use it."

Yan Xingzhi put away the joking mood, approached the desk, took a piece of paper for himself, and then quickly wrote several rows of words on the paper with a pen. The square and powerful words were not poems, but all the names of medicines. At this time, if Mo Ye was in front of him, he would definitely be surprised to see these words.

Mo Ye, who may have fallen asleep at this moment, may not have imagined that in the Yan family's house in the county seat, in Yan Guang's study, Yan Xingzhi waved his pen and wrote down the prescription silently!

Yan Guang looked at the prescription on the table in front of him, and surprise gradually appeared in his eyes. Before he could speak, Yan Xingzhi, who had finished writing and put down his pen, then asked, "Grandpa, what do you think of this prescription?"