The old housekeeper supported Song Yuanwai and came to the hall where Yuan Yiqing was entertaining guests.

Yuan Yiqing, who was sitting on the chair, saw the two of them supporting each other, got up from their seats, took a few steps forward, and said, "Shanxin, why don't you have a good rest?" ”

"The grace of real people to save lives, Zihan should thank him personally!"

As he spoke, Song Zihan was about to kneel on the ground.

Yuan Yiqing was a little stunned, and hurriedly supported Song Zihan who was about to kneel. "Good faith, get up quickly.

It's just the duty of a doctor, and the poor road is not without selfishness. ”

"For real people, it is the duty of a doctor, but for Zihan, it is like a mountain.

If it weren't for a real person, Zihan wouldn't have regained his life, and for Zihan, a real person is a reborn parent.

This gift is well deserved! ”

Song Zihan said stubbornly, wanting to bow down, but was held by Yuan Yiqing, so that he couldn't bow down at all.

Yuan Yiqing had a headache, he was not very accustomed to the ideas of people in this era, so he could only threaten to refuse with words: "If the good faith is like this again, the poor road will leave!" ”

"Good...... Good! "Song Zihan was a little confused, how could you not play according to the routine at all, but he still quickly changed his mind and no longer bowed, so as not to annoy Yuan Yiqing.

"The real person is high-spirited and bright, not that ordinary people like me can compare." Song Zihan smiled, hiding his embarrassment, and at the same time praised Yuan Yiqing in his words.

"But the kindness of the real person, Zihan must be reciprocated, but the real person has a need, only Zihan can do it, and he will never shirk the request of the real person."

Song Zihan looked at Yuan Yiqing with a straight face.

"The poor road is not as high as the good faith thinks, and this time I came to see the doctor, and I also came with selfish desires."

Yuan Yiqing shook his head, and he continued: "Poor Dao really has a need, I hope Shanxin can help." ”

"What is the need, just say it to the real person, Zihan will do everything possible to do it!"

Song Zihan, who was supported by the old housekeeper, stood upright like a student listening to the teacher's teachings.

"Poor Dao needs some medicinal materials, I hope Shanxin can help collect them." Yuan Yi replied.

"What kind of herb is it? As long as he can find it, Zihan will definitely help the real person find it, and if Zihan can't find it, Zihan will also help the real person collect news. Song Zihan promised.

"It's not some particularly rare medicinal materials, there is a pair of medicines in the poor road that need ginseng, atractylodes, poria cocos, angelica, Chuanxiong, white peony, and rehmannia each for one penny, and five points for licorice.

Poor Dao only needs the amount of medicinal materials of three pairs of medicines to be enough! ”

After Yuan Yiqing said his request, he silently looked at Song Zihanhan's expression and found that there was surprise on his face.

Yuan Yiqing was a little confused, these medicinal materials are not very rare, and I don't want much, as for showing this kind of expression?

However, after all, Yuan Yiqing did not know the market of medicinal materials at this time, so in order to avoid possible embarrassment, he asked:

"What? Are these medicinal herbs difficult to find? If this is the case, then as much as the good faith can find, help the poor to find as much as they can.

For the rest, the poor road will look elsewhere on his own. ”

"Nope! No! Song Zihan recovered his mind and hurriedly said: "Real people, these medicinal materials are not difficult to find, Zihan will definitely help real people find them all!"

Zihan was just surprised, with the kindness of a real person to Zihan, he only needed such a small return, which made Zihan feel uneasy.

Real people are really high! ”

"Oh, is that so? Could it be that in the eyes of the good faith, the poor Dao is the kind of person who wants to repay the favor? Yuan Yiqing asked expressionlessly.

"No...... It's not ......" Song Zihan was stunned again and quickly denied it.

"Okay, the poor road won't tease you anymore." Yuan Yiqing's face showed a smile again: "In the eyes of Shanxin, you think it is unbalanced, but in the eyes of Poor Dao, you think it is enough."

Everyone has different values, and the same thing is priceless for some people and worthless for others.

Now, let's talk about trusting you! ”

"My problem?" Song Zihan's mind was a little overwhelmed.

"Shanxin believes that your illness is not completely cured, and you still need to take some medicine to clean up all the residual poison in your body." Yuan Yiqing explained. "It just so happens that Shanxin wants to help Poor Dao collect medicinal materials, and by the way, let's also collect the medicinal materials of this prescription."

"Oh, that's right, then let's ask a real person to make a prescription." Song Zihan said after understanding.

"Five coins of honeysuckle, five coins of Poria cocos, three cents of dandelion, two cents of raw astragalus, two cents of coix seeds, and two cents of red adzuki beans;

Gentian grass is a penny, purslane is a penny, Xanthium is a penny, soaphorn thorn is a penny, Dafengzi is a penny, and psyllium is a penny and six cents.

By the way, remember that psyllium should be packed separately in a small cloth bag before frying it with other herbs.

There are also Codonopsis, Atractylodes, Angelica, Fairy Spleen, Schisandra, and Cuscuta Seed.

Take a decoction with water, once a day. ”

Yuan Yiqing kept opening his mouth and spit out a series of medicinal herb names, he stopped and asked, "Have you remembered?" ”

Song Zihan and Old Butler Qin were both a little confused.

Seeing this, Yuan Yiqing said: "It's the poor road that says it too fast, can you give the poor way pen and ink?" Poor Dao writes down the prescription, and you just grab the medicine according to the prescription. ”

"Okay." Song Zihan nodded hurriedly, and said to the old housekeeper Qin beside him: "Old Qin, I'm sorry for you, go and ask someone to bring pen and ink." ”

"Got it, sir.

You and the real person should sit down and talk. Old Butler Qin, who had no sense of existence on the side, finally got a chance to speak, he reminded.

At this time, Song Zihan realized that the three of them had been standing aside and talking for a while, but he didn't expect to ask Yuan Yiqing to sit down, and quickly apologized:

"Real person, it's Zihan's fault, let the real person stand all the time, real person, please take a seat!"

"Believe in you, sit too!" Yuan Yiqing responded politely.

The host and guest sat down, and the old housekeeper Qin, who had just gone to ask the servant to get pen and ink, came back, holding a pot of tea in his hand, and poured a cup for Song Zihan and Yuan Yiqing respectively.

It didn't take long for the servants to wait, and the servants had already returned with pen and ink.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed on the table, and the servants began to sharpen the ink.

Yuan Yiqing saw the brush and was a little confused, "In my memory, after waking up from the ice, I don't seem to have ever written soft pen characters, and it will be very embarrassing if I can't write later......"

It didn't take long for the servants to grind the ink, and Yuan Yiqing could only catch the ducks on the shelves and play on the spot.

However, soon Yuan Yiqing found that his previous worries were a little superfluous, and as soon as he held the brush in his hand, a sense of familiarity appeared in his heart after a long absence.

"It's like, it seems, I feel like I'm very good at soft pen writing, it seems that my family background in this world is very good, otherwise I wouldn't have the capital to practice calligraphy." Yuan Yiqing silently had a guess in his heart.

"After all, it is still the end of the Sui Dynasty, although the imperial examination is available, but the knowledge and the road to becoming an official are still in the hands of the family, if the poor do not become vassals of the family, there is no place to get ahead, and naturally there is no capital to practice calligraphy.

In these days, books and paper are still precious things. ”

I have a story, do you readers have tickets (monthly passes, recommendation tickets, banknotes)? In addition, I would like to remind you that although the Chinese medicine prescriptions in my book are all true, not every patient can use them, so it is best to see a doctor.

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