Hua Tuo's secret recipe was made of rice soup dipped in straw and written on the thatching paper that he begged for from the cell boss, and the cell boss only hoped that he would not make noise and delay his rest, so he did not restrain him more.

Thinking about it at the head of the cell, he simply wrote this thing on paper with rice soup, and when it dries, he will not be able to see it, no matter how much he writes or draws, it will not be seen inappropriately by the above, and naturally, he will not be angry with him and let him be unlucky.

It wasn't until later, because Hua Tuo used the rice soup to record the prescriptions and medical science, he was reluctant to eat half of it, and starved to death in the dungeon, his little medicine boy came to help him collect the body, and questioned the cell head, who was afraid of being spread out of notoriety, and stuffed all the thatch paper that Hua Tuo used to write and paint with rice soup into the little medicine boy's arms, and lied to him that his master had been in prison for a long time, and he was crazy, and he didn't eat food or water, so he took rice soup and wrote and drew on these broken thatchs all day long, so he was starved to death. It has nothing to do with him.

Hua Tuo's little medicine boy was a smart man, and guessed that his master was not crazy because he didn't eat or drink to write on these thatched papers, so he suppressed the anger in his heart, collected the body of his master, and took away the thatched paper that was considered a relic.

After burying his master, the little medicine boy tried all the methods he could think of, but he couldn't get Hua Tuo to write and paint on these papers, and he died of depression when he was less than fifty, and when his son gave him a wake, in line with filial piety, he wanted to burn these thatched papers that he had studied all his life and burned them for him to bury, but he never thought about it. Just approached one of the braziers and wanted to throw it in, above. And the handwriting is revealed!

Then, the son of the little medicine boy began to uphold his father's will. It took half a lifetime to sort out these wonderful prescriptions and compile them into a book, which is the well-known "Hua Tuo Relic Prescription" for people who study ancient medicine!

In the past, Hua Tuo used rice porridge to write, which was baked by flames. Then, she is light-hearted, of course!

Thinking like this, Liu Qingxin couldn't help but rejoice, got up, and didn't have time to stand firm, so he instructed his mother-in-law Sister-in-law Jiang, "Sister-in-law Jiang, go, go and give me a bowl of rice soup!" Fast! ”

Although I didn't know that Liu Qingxin suddenly asked for rice soup with himself. It's what I want to do with it, but Sister-in-law Jiang is not a broken mouth person who likes to inquire about things. In her mind, since it was ordered by her own wife, there must be a reason for her to do it, as for what Mrs. wants to do with this rice soup, she is not a person at the moment, so she should ask indiscriminately, "Hey, yes." Slave and maid are going, ma'am! ”

Soon. Mother-in-law Jiang brought Liu Qingxin a bowl of rice soup with a lid on it. It is just warm to the touch, which is perfect for the entrance.

"Leave it here, when I want to drink it later, I'll drink it myself."

Liu Qingxin didn't want to suspect anyone, but, considering that this matter would affect Ling Jun's safety, she still decided that the more people who knew, the better, and only the two of them could know, it was best, "You go and tell the cook to cook me some red dates and peanut porridge for lunch." ”

"Red date peanut porridge?"

Mother-in-law Jiang sister-in-law can be "reused" by Liu Qingxin, naturally she has her strengths, this good memory, is one of them, "It was Mrs. who wrote a medicinal diet recipe to the cook a few days ago...... Four dollars for red dates, one tael of peanuts, five dollars for yams, boiled with two taels of glutinous rice, and a little sugar to enhance the flavor? ”

"yes, that's it."

Looking up at Sister-in-law Jiang, Liu Qingxin was really satisfied with her "good memory", if it weren't for the fact that she was a little old, and there were old and young people in the family who needed to be supported and raised, she would have to accept her as a disciple for herself, teaching medical science and pharmacology, so that she could become a good doctor in the future, "Let the cook make a few more cups, and you can also eat some, this thing, nourishing qi and blood, is particularly good for women." ”

"Okay! The slave and maid will tell the cooks! ”

Seeing that Liu Qingxin heard that he could recite the medicinal food recipe, her face showed joy, and Sister-in-law Jiang was also beautiful in her heart, so she agreed to her coolly, and walked out quickly, and explained the dishes and meals for lunch with the cooks.

Liu Qingxin just remembered that he heard the master mention in the legend that Hua Tuo used rice soup to write and left a prescription, and he had never tried it himself, but now, when he really picked up the brush, dipped it in rice soup, and began to write and draw on rice paper, it is now, things, it is not as simple as she thought at all!

The rice soup brought by Sister-in-law Jiang looks like it should be eaten as a supplement for Xiaobao, and the thick one touches the tip of the nose, and it forms a thick layer on the tip of the pen, not to mention writing, even if it touches the paper, it will form a kind of stickiness, and it will leave no trace after it is done...... It's pure!

Such a piece of paper stained with rice grains is itself suspicious, if it is stolen to study, how is it different from writing directly with pen and ink?

No way.

Thinking like this, Liu Qingxin sat down at the table, and while thinking, she casually took the pole of the brush and poked the bowl of rice soup that she had stained with the tip of the brush.

One, two, three...... Suddenly, Liu Qingxin stared at the brush shaft and stood up excitedly!

There are no sticky rice grains on the barrel!

Only the soup!

Yes, in the legend about Hua Tuo, it is also said that he wrote with a straw pole, not a brush!

Try it when you think of it!

Liu Qingxin thought about it, and quickly stirred the rice soup a few times with a brush stick, pulled the layer on top of the rice soup into a block to the side, and then, with the pen that would not be stained with rice grains, wrote and drew on the rice paper in front of him!

Liu Qingxin wrote a few prescriptions on it, scribbled a few flowers and plants, and then threw the pen on the table, picked up the rice paper she used for experiments, and walked around to help it quickly "dry".

In winter, the inside of the house with the brazier was drier than other times, and with Liu's "help", soon, the rice soup on the rice paper was dried, and there was a thin layer of "skin" on the paper, and it was still clear what was written on it.

Looking at the "fruits of his labor", Liu Qingxin twisted his eyebrows with some dissatisfaction, spread the rice paper on the table, and began to pick up the "thin skin" made of rice soup!

Liu Qingxin didn't write much on the rice paper, and the "skin" formed after the rice soup dried was not sticky, and after revealing it for a while, after exposing it to her, she simply made her hand grope and pat...... I don't know if I don't shoot, this time, these "skins" are like dandruff, and they fall down one after another, which is faster than picking it up by hand, I don't know how many times faster!

Soon, the "skin" of the dry rice soup was slapped and dropped clean by Liu Qingxin, and the rice paper suddenly returned to the appearance when it was not used.

At first, there was no difference in the rice paper, but slowly, with a faint smell of rice wafting out, the rice paper began to change.

Yellowish, burnt yellow, black brown, small characters, began to gradually appear, the words were clear, not muddy at all!

It's done!

Seeing the results of her successful experiment, Liu Qingxin couldn't help but jump with joy, but she couldn't shout loudly, causing the people in the courtyard outside to be strange and come in to investigate.

Knock knock knock one by one

Outside the door, there was a slight knocking sound, and then there was a suspicious inquiry from Sister-in-law Jiang, "Madam, are you okay?" Is there something burning in the house? Why is it so mushy? ”

"It's okay! I accidentally spilled the rice soup and got the paper wet! ”

Listening to Sister-in-law Jiang's inquiry with herself, Liu was busy destroying the "experimental results" in her hand, messing around a few times, and then threw them into the brazier, and saw that it was almost burning, before blowing out the candle, putting it back in its place, deliberately knocking over the rice soup bowl on the table, rushing out of the door, calling Sister-in-law Jiang to come in and help her clean up, "Sister-in-law Jiang, sister-in-law Jiang, you hurry up and help me!" It's really messing up and getting messier! Oops, I just drew a picture......"

Listening to Liu Qingxin shouting for help, Sister-in-law Jiang hurriedly pushed the door of the house, and saw Liu Qingxin squatting next to the brazier with a "distressed face", looking at her "painting" that had been completely burned, the rice soup was sprinkled on the table, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were all soaked in the soup, and she didn't think much about it, so she hurriedly stepped forward and helped her clean up.

Sister-in-law Jiang is a person who is used to doing rough work, this little mess, where is it difficult to get her?

After cleaning up the table by dividing it by two, he wiped out the inkstone and ink strips on the half-soaked rice paper on the table, and even cleaned up the rice soup on the brush holder.

"My lady, don't feel sorry for that burned-out thing!"

After cleaning up the "mess" on the table, seeing that Liu Qingxin was still squatting next to the brazier and sighing, Sister-in-law Jiang carefully walked to her side, and helped her get up, while comforting her, "The painting is gone, so paint again, you are not injured, this is the greatest luck!" ”

"You don't know how hard it is to draw a picture that looks pleasing to your eyes!"

Liu Qingxin stared at the brazier "distressed", and sighed again, before slowly standing up with the support of her mother-in-law Jiang Sister-in-law, "Today...... What day is it? How are our New Year's goods prepared? Did you buy all the red paper I told you to buy, and write pairs? (To be continued)