It seems that this Lang Zhong is a relatively kind and enlightened person, and what Jiang Yi said seems to have some basis, so he did not deny Jiang Yi's statement outright.

Jiang Yi replied; "This method cannot cure the wind and cold, but it can effectively inhibit and alleviate the condition, and at least ensure that the patient's head will not be harmed by a high fever."

Lao Langzhong nodded, thinking; The patient's grandfather came over and said so badly that he had no reason to lie to me.

It seems that after this method cooled down, the child's condition stabilized a little, so it seems that even if this method is ineffective, it will not lead to bad results.

Master Zhao on the side listened to it and immediately looked at Jiang Yi gratefully.

If a high fever can really burn out the brain and make his grandson stupid for three points, then even if it is cured, half of the meaning will be lost.

He also hopes that his grandson will have a future in the future, if people are stupid, they are destined to be unproductive in the future, and the only thing that the grandson exists is the meaning of inheriting incense.

And even the meaning of that has become uncertain.

In this case, how can I go to see my ancestors and ancestors after a hundred years? How do I go to meet my child's parents?

Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The old man looked at it and asked about it, and opened a prescription, saying; "There is no big problem with the child's illness, it will be almost the same after taking medicine for a few days, but although it is mainly about taking medicine, it is necessary to make up for it in terms of eating, and you must be careful in taking care of it, so that it can heal quickly."

When Zhao Fuzi heard this, there was a happy expression on his old face, he had always thought that his only precious grandson was terminally ill, and if this was the case, it would not be much fun for him to live.

"You go back with me, bring back the medicine, and decoction for him to eat."

"Good!" Zhao Fuzi readily agreed.

The two walked out of the door, and Zhao Fuzi suddenly turned around and said to Bu Ru and Jiang Yi with a smile; "The three of you will sit in the humble house for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Compared with the faux pas just now, he seems to be much calmer at this time, and a person will not be too out of shape only after his heart has settled down.

Bu Ru hurriedly answered; "Master, go with ease, we are waiting for you to come back."

After the two left, Zhao Nengli also fell asleep, Jiang Yi came out of the room, and helped Zhao Fuzi's house to clean it briefly.

Then he thought that the master hadn't eaten, so he washed the rice and cooked rice in the kitchen with Buru and Jiang Zhen, and then cut the meat he brought, washed the vegetables, and planned to make a hearty meal.

When it was almost ready, the master came back with a large bag of medicine and briskly walking.

He walked into the kitchen, smelled the aroma of the food, smiled at the three of them, and then found a clay pot, filled it with water, took out a small packet of medicinal herbs, poured it in, and put it on the small stove.

After taking some tinder on the stove and causing a fire, he watched the flame lick the clay pot in a daze.

"Sister, you see, the master is crying." When Jiang Yi put the prepared dishes on the plate, her younger brother suddenly came over and whispered in her ear.

handed the dish to his younger brother and asked him to bring it to the table in the living room, Jiang Yi asked with concern; "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Fuzi lowered his head and wiped his eyes, looked up at the Buru couple next to him, and said in a choked voice; "It's been more than three years, my family hasn't been so lively for more than three years, first my wife went, and then my son and daughter-in-law also fell ill and passed away. For more than three years, Nengli and I have lived alone, and we have never had a good meal, but you have added some fireworks to my deserted home......"

Seeing that the old man was immersed in grief, neither of them spoke, but watched quietly.

The old master wiped away his tears and continued; "I've never really thanked anyone in my life......"

As he spoke, he stood up, straightened his tattered robe, and suddenly knelt down; "Thank you very much this time, if it weren't for you, maybe my grandson wouldn't be able to save it, you are the lifesaver of my Zhao family."

"Master, don't do this, get up quickly." Bu Ru hurriedly went over to help him up.

The old master sniffled, and his face was sad; "I, Zhao Boren, was born in a small rich family, a weak crown in the show, and was also known as a talented man in ten miles and eight townships, but his life was too conceited, which eventually led to such a miserable old age, if I didn't meet you, I really don't dare to think about how to live in the future......"

Jiang Yidao; "Master, the fate of life is always predestined, just like we met you, you are glad to have met us, why don't we be glad to have met you, during this time, my husband has learned a lot from you, and we are also grateful to you."

Zhao Fuzi sat back on the small stool and said with emotion; "You have a point, in the future, you will be my relatives of Master Zhao, and I don't have any skills, I have read a few books, and I will write some shit articles that are out of place, can't be eaten or dressed. If you don't understand anything about this, just ask me. ”

Bu Ru Daxi; "Thank you, Master Zhao......"

In ancient times, there was a saying that one day was a teacher and a father for life, which shows how much the ancient people regarded the relationship between master and apprentice, but it is also rare for Zhao Fuzi to teach him from afar without the status of master and apprentice with Bu Ru.

Zhao Fuzi wiped his eyes again and asked Bu Ru seriously; "You said that you finished reading "University", but did you memorize the whole book?"

As soon as he heard that the master was going to test his own knowledge, Bu Ru immediately stood in front of him and said respectfully; "Yes, I'll recite it to you."

"No, when has it been such a long memorization, I ask you, the book says; Sincerity and sincerity, then what is sincerity and what is righteousness? ”

Bu Ru thought for a moment and replied; "Those who are sincere; Do not deceive yourselves, like a foul smell, like a lustful one. Those with a righteous heart; If you are resentful, you can't be right, you can't be right, you can't be right, you can't be right, you can't be right, you can't be right, Cheng Zi said; The body is the ...... of the heart."

Zhao Fuzi listened, nodded constantly, and showed a relieved expression on his face; "It's okay, I'll test your basic skills, have you passed the thousand-word literature?"

Buru nodded.

Zhao Fuzi thought for a moment and asked; "What does the 'Du manuscript Zhongli, lacquer book wall scripture' mean in the book?"

Bu Ru didn't think about it, and immediately replied; "What we are talking about here is Du Du's cursive script, Zhong Xuan's official script, the lacquer book in the tomb of King Wei Anli and the scriptures on the walls of the Confucius Temple, which are all supreme treasures that have been passed down through the ages and are extremely useful to future generations."

Zhao Fuzi groaned; "What you said is naturally good, but it is not comprehensive enough, reading should be combined with the context, such as these two sentences, combined with the previous sentence "both the tomb and the heroes", these things are hidden in the palace, and the essence left by the heroes has been passed down to the world. ”

After a pause, he said; "Du manuscript refers to the manuscript left by Du Du, which is the sect of cursive writing. Zhong Li refers to Zhong Xuan's official book is the first in the world. The lacquer book says that there was no pen and ink in ancient times, so the text was written on the bamboo with lacquer, and the descendants dug the tomb of King Wei Anli, so that the thirteen lacquer books saw the light of day. The wall scriptures are because Qin Shi Huang burned books to pit Confucianism, and Confucianism was lost, but fortunately the scriptures hidden by the ancestors were found in the walls of Confucius's old house. This lacquer wall scripture refers to the intermittent existence of death. ”

This explanation made Rang Bu Ru listen attentively, and even Jiang Yi and Jiang Zhen, who turned back after serving the food to the living room, listened to it with relish.