Zhang Lan rubbed her forehead, raised her head and straightened her waist, and yawned a lot by the way.

He hasn't read ancient books for so long for a long time, and in addition to the Internet on weekdays, he occasionally thinks of reading some famous classics, and he just reads them for a while and then goes to do something else.

In the Internet age, there are so many things to do, temptations are everywhere, and it is very difficult to be able to calm down and read an ancient book seriously.

It's the same today, looking at the digitally transcribed pictures, looking at the vertical rows of traditional Chinese characters read from right to left, Zhang Lan felt that his head began to hurt at the first glance.

Yawning, looking for songs to listen to, being in a daze, going to the toilet, reading for almost two hours, and really spending time on reading books, not even an hour.

After seeing that the time was close to noon, Qin Yongjun had just sent WeChat on his mobile phone, Zhang Lan stood up and walked outside to say hello to Yu Lingling, and then returned to the courtyard to prepare for dinner.

Back at home, Qin Yongjun was serving food from the kitchen to the table outside. After seeing Zhang Lan enter the door, he said with a smile: "Hurry up and wash your hands and eat, the rice in the rice cooker has been stewed." ”

Zhang Lan nodded, and after washing her hands, she took the bowl and began to serve rice.

Wiping his hands and sitting at the dining table, Qin Yongjun picked up the rice bowl and said, "How about tasting the dishes I made, this is what I specially learned from others." ”

Zhang Lan took a bite of rice and swallowed the food in her mouth, and then gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's very good, it tastes very home." ”

Qin Yongjun took a bite of a piece of potato lightly, frowned and said, "It tastes a little light, and it doesn't taste at all." ”

Zhang Lan hurriedly said: "It's good like this, I like this kind of lighter taste." ”

"It's not tasteless, why don't I put some salt in this dish and cook it again." Qin Yongjun pointed to the potato fried chicken nuggets on the table and said.

"No, that's good. No rework. Zhang Lan replied.

Qin Yongjun pursed his lips and said, "Then you can eat, I'll eat other dishes." ”

"You can eat chicken, this meat is okay."

"You eat it, I don't eat chicken." Qin Yongjun replied.

Zhang Lan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why don't you eat chicken again?" ”

"Aren't you trying to get pregnant now? They say it's not good to eat chicken, and it will turn the child away. Qin Yongjun replied casually.

Zhang Lan asked with a smile: "Where did you hear such a superstitious statement?" I've never heard of it. ”

"A lot of people have said it. When I was first pregnant, my mothers on both sides told me that eating chicken would melt the fetus when I was pregnant. Qin Yongjun replied with a serious face.

Zhang Lan spoke speechlessly: "That's also when you're pregnant, what does it have to do with Ling preparing for pregnancy now." ”

"You have to pay more attention now, prepare in advance, and you won't wait if you get pregnant and don't know it, and you end up eating it by mistake." Qin Yongjun said eloquently.

Zhang Lan sighed, rubbed her forehead and said, "Don't worry, this is a superstitious saying, it's okay to eat chicken." ”

"If one person says that it may be superstition, the elders on both sides of us say so, which means that it makes sense. You're a doctor, so there's nothing else to say? Qin Yongjun replied.

Zhang Lan thought for a while and explained: "Chicken is warm, and eating too much will easily lead to heat disturbance, causing uneasy fetal movement and inducing slippery tires. However, chicken has the effect of replenishing the qi and enriching the essence, and eating a little bit is conducive to the stability of the fetus. ”

Qin Yongjun nodded and said, "Isn't this it, it shows that eating chicken still has some harm." There are so many delicious foods, and it's nothing without chicken. ”

Zhang Lan shook her head helplessly and stopped talking. If you don't want to eat, don't eat it, there's no need to quarrel over this.

After eating, Zhang Lan returned to the acupuncture hall after a while. The door did not open for several days, but after opening the door today, Yu Lingling answered several calls, and the appointment was full in the afternoon.

When she arrived at the acupuncture hall, Yu Lingling was eating on the table in the room, and when she saw Zhang Lan entering the house, she put down her chopsticks and prepared to stand up.

Zhang Lan hurriedly said, "It's okay Lingling, you can eat, I've already eaten." I'll watch at the door, you can eat in peace. ”

I walked to the door and sat down at my desk, shook my mouse to open the computer, and after opening the browser, I thought about it and directly searched for the name of the ancient book I read in the morning.

In the morning, the original traditional and vertical Chinese text did not have punctuation. Zhang Lan was dizzy when she saw it, so she simply searched the Internet to see if there was a translated version.

I searched and found that there was a translated version. Zhang Lan opened the link directly, looking at the Chinese text in the front row of the webpage and the translated text below, Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, so that it was much easier to read it in comparison.

If nothing else, just a vertical row without punctuation marks is a big obstacle for ordinary people to read.

Even if it is classical Chinese, as long as it is a horizontal version of the text with punctuation, it will be much easier to read. If you add in some translations, it's easier to read.

Sitting at the desk looking at the computer, after a while, Yu Lingling came out of the back room after eating, looked at Zhang Lan staring at the computer with her chin in her hand, and looked at it curiously, and said, "Zhang Lan, what are you looking at?" ”

"No, what do you see?" Zhang Lan smiled and turned to the side and said to Yu Lingling next to her.

Yu Lingling frowned and looked at it for a while, then stood up and said, "I don't understand, what is this." ”

Zhang Lan smiled and said: "This is a classical Chinese book, and ordinary people really don't look very friendly. ”

"What book are you reading?" Yu Lingling asked curiously.

"I also read ancient books against other people's translations." Zhang Lan explained with a smile.

Yu Lingling nodded as if she didn't understand, glanced at the wall clock on the wall next to her, and said, "The patient who should have an appointment will come later, and this is the appointment when I called in the morning." ”

"Come on, let's just treat him." Zhang Lan waved his hand and said.

Before the words fell, a car stopped at the door of the acupuncture hall. A middle-aged woman got out of the driver's seat and reached out to open the rear door.

On the other side, a young man got out of the passenger seat, removed a wheelchair from the open trunk, unfolded it and put it aside.

Then the young man walked to the back door, bent down to help a middle-aged man get out of the car, and then walked two steps with the middle-aged man in his arms, and the middle-aged woman on the side hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and let the middle-aged man sit in the wheelchair.

Seeing the two of them pushing their wheelchairs towards the acupuncture hall, Zhang Lan quickly stood up and walked to the door, opened the door curtain, and let the young man push the wheelchair into the house.

As soon as she entered the room, the middle-aged woman took the lead in smiling and said, "Hello Dr. Zhang, I'm here to trouble you again." ”

Zhang Lan lowered the curtain and said with a smile: "What's the trouble here, what's going on?" I remember the last time I finished acupuncture, wasn't my eldest brother already able to help him go? How did I get in a wheelchair again. ”

(End of chapter)