Under Uncle Luo's instructions, my mother hurriedly went to the vacant lot where my grandfather lived and cut a lot of white herbs and came back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When my father was planting, he didn't expect that this herb would grow very quickly. It was as if it had taken root, and in a short period of time, a large patch had grown in the clearing over there.

Now Uncle Luo and my family are actually relatives, because his eldest son Luo Ying recognizes my grandmother as a godmother. He usually calls my mother a little sister, which can be regarded as relatively close.

But I have never seen Uncle Luo come to my house, and I remember hearing that he occasionally came to my grandfather's house to sit down. Maybe because of his long-term work in the provincial capital, it is generally difficult to see him. I was inexplicably excited to see him up close this time.

So I've been keeping an eye on him since he came over. At this time, because he knew the reason, his grandfather also stood aside and watched, and it was the uncle and grandfather who rarely showed up, and they all heard the news.

This surprised me, because my uncle and grandfather now live on the other side of the big dirt road, and it is really some distance from the side of the compound. I don't know how he knew, but he came from home on purpose.

But what surprised me even more was that my uncle and grandfather belonged to the kind of person who had a somewhat unruly personality in the mouths of others, but at this moment, in front of Uncle Luo, he felt a little respectful.

Uncle Luo was also polite in his words, but he didn't mean to keep talking to his uncle and grandfather. However, he always seemed to be more cautious, and when I saw that my grandfather did not squeak, I knew that their affairs should not be disturbed.

It is said that the mother needs the sprouts of this white herb, and the most direct way is to feed the pigs. Uncle Luo specially chose the dark-colored plants that looked like they were old rhizomes. I was curious, but I didn't dare to ask.

Uncle Luo seemed to know that I was looking at him, and glanced at me several times, but did not say anything to me. I knew he saw me and was inexplicably apprehensive, and he continued to do what he was doing in an orderly manner.

He also selected very carefully, and all the young leaves and shoots were removed. It's just a small plant, but I can see that he chooses the very old ones.

Then Uncle Luo told his mother to go down and find the big stone bowl from his grandfather's house, and Uncle Luo broke up the white herbs and put the medicinal juice in a bowl. Then he told my mother to continue to thrash the rest of the grass, and he began to heal my father's wounds.

At this time, even Tang Yuxian came over, he may have heard what Tangke Lotus said. Because we share a kitchen after all. Although he was a barefoot doctor and was well-known in the village and nearby, he didn't squeak in front of Uncle Luo.

After he came to my house, he greeted Uncle Luo politely, but his eyes were fixed on my father, and he asked my father what was wrong. His father didn't hide it from him, but he didn't tell the details either.

Although they are a generation apart, their father seems to have an excellent relationship with Tang Yuxian. Tang Yuxian comforted my father, Uncle Luo glanced at him, and Tang Yuxian closed his mouth knowingly. Uncle Luo looked natural, and just nodded at Tang Yuxian, but did not squeak again.

Tang Yuxian seemed to suddenly remember something, lowered his head and looked at it no longer squeaking. He understands that others are doing things, especially things close to his profession, and it is really embarrassing for him to stand here. But Uncle Luo didn't mind at all, he was a lot more relieved.

After all, although Uncle Luo can treat injuries, compared with Tang Yuxian's Western medicine in the new era, the method is still too different. Tang Yuxian seemed to have figured this out, or had some other thoughts in his heart, but he didn't leave in the end.

At this time, my father was already lying flat, and he was lying there shirtless on the ancestral wooden couch. I could hear that his breathing seemed to be a little rapid, and it was evident that the injury was painful even when he was lying down.

Looking at the ribs on both sides is like seeing the bruises after someone else has scraped. As my father breathed, the rib wound seemed to move. Even when I was young, I knew it was serious.

Grandpa glanced at Tang Yuxian a few times, and felt a little speechless. Uncle and grandfather waved his hand slightly, shook his head lightly and glanced at Uncle Luo, and signaled my grandfather not to speak for the time being. Grandpa looked at Uncle Luo's demeanor again, and asked in a low voice with a serious expression.

"Uncle Luo, Liangyuan's injury has bothered you!" Grandpa's tone was very sincere, he could say that he had experienced countless experiences, and seeing his father like this, he obviously knew that it was not easy to solve.

At this time, Uncle Luo did not squeak, but looked at my father quietly. He looked very closely, his eyes barely missing any part of the ribs on both sides. I watched as his right thumb was fast, dotting at the joints of his other four fingers, but there were words in his mouth.

It was already dark, and my mother lit two lanterns on both sides, and on the high closet of clothes, she lit a large red candle, and I remember that most of the candles were left over from worship.

This way, the light in the room is bright and looks no different from that of daytime.

Uncle Luo asked my father to open his mouth, and then began to drink a glass of white herb juice from a wine glass. I stood aside and saw the green potion, and I felt a twitch in my heart. But I saw that my uncle and grandfather couldn't take their eyes off it, and kept looking at Uncle Luo's right hand.

He looked at it with a solemn expression, as if there was some mystery in Uncle Luo's right hand. Naturally, I don't understand this, but I've heard people say that my uncle and grandfather are pure and know something, maybe he wants to see something from Uncle Luo!

My speculation was right, and I found out about it later. Because in the eyes of people who know how to use water in Xiangchu, the spells and spells that everyone knows are different. But because the source of the Dharma Water originally came from a place after all, there is always something to learn from in this complex and mysterious ritual.

Although you can't learn the essence of it, at least you can accumulate a lot of experience by seeing other people's spells. What's more, it is said that although this method water rarely makes mistakes, the probability of success and the effect are very different.

Uncle and grandfather are arrogant and proud, and they are famous in the township. Presumably Uncle Luo has also heard about him. So I later thought about why Uncle Luo always turned his back to my uncle and grandfather when he was treating my father's injuries.

I don't think Uncle Luo wants to hide it from my uncle and grandfather, but there are some things that he has heard about. Otherwise, Uncle Luo would not have been in front of Tang Yuxian all the time, and let Tang Yuxian watch from the side. Of course, I only understood these things later, and at this time I will only watch the excitement.

Indeed, in my opinion, this is a kind of hilarity.

Even because my father was injured, Uncle Luo came to my house. If it were a different person, Uncle Luo might not necessarily come to the door, but my mother and Luo Ying are brother and sister, and my mother personally went to invite him over, and he happened to be at home, so he must not refuse.

Now Uncle Luo is not only here, but also concentrating on healing. I saw him examine it for a while, then pick up the bowl of potion and slowly pour a little into my father's navel. His movements were slow, just enough to keep the juice from spilling.

Watching his father's abdomen twitch gently, he didn't stop or squeak. Maybe my father slowly got used to it, maybe he was not so nervous, or maybe he was uncomfortable with the movement in his belly button, and he finally calmed down when he lay there.

Then seeing that Uncle Luo's face actually softened a little, he actually turned his head and smiled at his grandfather, and said lightly: "Brother Jiejie, don't worry too much, there is no trouble as imagined!" Use some white medicine juice to rub away the blood and broken qi, and then use a bowl of water to slowly recover! ”

He seemed to be more respectful of my grandfather, and his tone was soothing and solemn, and his expression was a little more relaxed. Sure enough, he didn't look at my uncle and grandfather, and my uncle didn't seem to care, and he still had a smile on his face.

Uncle Luo picked up the soft row brush prepared by his mother, dipped it in the white medicine juice, and gently and carefully brushed it on his father's ribs.

My father's body trembled slightly when the pen came into contact, and it was obviously a little painful to touch.

Uncle Luo raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Just bear with it a little!" ”

Then I saw him close his eyes slightly, rub his palms lightly, and then gently place his palms on my father's ribs. After seeing my father get used to his palms, his palms slowly kneaded.

"Ahh The father couldn't help but cry out in a low voice, obviously in extreme pain, but when he saw Uncle Luo stop and stare at him tightly, he had to grit his teeth in pain and stop speaking.

I think Uncle Luo's gentle kneading is not felt by ordinary people. But beads of sweat poured out of my father's bean, and it was obviously extremely painful. Uncle Luo said in a low voice: "There is a price for showmanship!" ”

My father, who was trembling because of the pain, was not as painful as he was at the beginning. looked extremely embarrassed, and it was not easy to answer Uncle Luo. Sure enough, after a while, he seemed to get used to this kneading, and his expression slowly calmed down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.