Shi Niang took out three walnut-sized balls and wrapped them in oiled paper.

"If you're hungry and can't stand it, eat one," she said. You can only eat one at a time, which is the amount of a day.

"You bring the intestinal soup with a kettle, and we'll dig up the herbs in the morning."

The kettle is a military kettle, the paint has worn off, I also have one, the hometown is called "water turtle", maybe it is round and there is a nozzle that sticks out, the shape of an old turtle.

Although the master is soft-spoken, she is not angry and arrogant! It is not allowed to resist.

It turns out that Bigu is not that he doesn't eat or do anything, but he still has to work normally!

I carried the basket on my back, took a small medicine hoe, and followed my wife up the mountain.

I asked my mother, "Are we digging yellow essence today?"

Shi Niang said, "Yes! Today I will teach you to know Huang Jing.

"To learn medicine is to learn medicine first, medicine is like a general and soldier in a war.

"If you are not familiar with the temperament characteristics of the generals and soldiers, how can you fight a good battle?"

I said, "There are more than 1,800 kinds of medicines in the Compendium of Materia Medica, so when should I learn them?"

Shi Niang said with a smile: "There are not many generals, and there are not many soldiers."

"Shennong's Materia Medica only has 365 flavors. Thereinto:

"One hundred and twenty kinds of medicine are the king's medicines, the Lord supports life to meet the sky, non-toxic, and does not hurt people if taken for a long time.

"One hundred and twenty kinds of traditional Chinese medicine are subordinate medicines, the main nourishing properties are in response to people, some are non-toxic, some are toxic, and they need to be used to distinguish the medicinal properties.

"One hundred and twenty-five kinds of medicine are adjuvant medicines, and the main treatment is to respond to the place, which is poisonous and cannot be taken for a long time.

"Medication is like arranging troops, according to the different properties of the medicine,

"Pay attention to the correspondence between heaven, earth and man, and have the cooperation of monarchs and ministers.

"Generally: one king, two ministers, three assistants and four envoys."

"It's just that a pair of medicines must have 10 flavors of medicine!" I say.

Shi Niang said: "That's not necessarily, depending on the situation, sometimes Guan Yunchang goes to the meeting alone, and just a medicine is fine."

It seems that Chinese medicine is really broad and profound! Shi Niang's words made me admire the five bodies to the ground.

After climbing the mountain for a while, I was already panting and sweating.

But Shi Niang is as light as a swallow, talking and laughing, and she looks effortless.

Arriving at a dense pine forest, we sat down and rested for a while.

My wife took me to a cluster of plants with slender leaves like bamboo leaves, and said, "This is Huangjing, you dig slowly, don't hurt the rhizome."

"I'll dig over there, and you can look up from here."

I gently dug through the floating soil, revealing pieces of ginger-like tubers.

There is a large piece in this cluster, estimated to be three or five catties.

After digging this one, I continued to look for it.

There was a small half-basket dug up, and the sun was already high at this time.

It should have been past ten o'clock, and I had almost drunk the intestine soup in the kettle.

I felt very hungry in my stomach and wanted to eat so much that I took out the pill and smelled it, but I held back.

After putting up with it for a while, I found that it was okay not to eat.

When it was close to noon, my mother called me from the hill.

The valley echoed with the melodious and tactful voice of the master: "Pi Yiyang~, where are you~?"

"I'm ~here~!" I replied loudly.

Shi Niang is down, and we will meet.

She dug a basket full, and I made a shallow half-basket.

I said, "Master, let's change our backs."

Shi Niang smiled and said: "It's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, if I can't carry it, I'll put it here, let your master carry it." ”

When we got home, the master was not at home.

But there was a note on the desk: a basket of copper coins on the table, pick out the real one.

Oh, my God! One or two hundred.

My wife boiled hot water, she asked me to scrub it, change into clean clothes, and she washed the clothes that I had changed.

I had to take a nap at noon, and told me that I didn't have to work in the afternoon, but I had to read books and copy books with a brush.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and I dug up yellow essence all morning, and I fell asleep after a while.

When I woke up, the wall clock on the wall was already two o'clock, and I woke up hungry.

I drank another cup of soup and took the first pill of the day.

Coarse slag, a little sour, a little sweet, and a fragrance.

Extra comfortable in the stomach, extra ironing!

I picked up the fairy book again and looked at it, fumbling for the copper coins in the basket with my hands.

With the touch of my fingertips, I felt the subtle and wonderful breath on the copper coin.

Warm, light, oily, muffled aside;

Cool, heavy, rough, crisp on the other side.

Half of the basket has been divided by me.

I was immersed in this meditation when I was awakened from my contemplation by the sound of hurried footsteps and shouts.

As soon as a young man entered the courtyard, he shouted: "Master Shangguan, Jade Guanyin Bodhisattva!" Are you there? Are you there? ”

The two treasures of the big treasure are screaming!

It turns out that the teacher's surname is Shangguan!

Shi Niang came out and asked softly, "Which village are you from?" Don't worry, speak slowly! ”

I understood from the young man's stammering and repeated narration:

He is Wang Jinhai from Shanhou Village, his seven-month-old son, who has not pooped for ten days, his stomach is swollen like a bulge, and he has been in the town health center for more than a week, but to no avail.

Now the doctor has no choice, saying that it is a pediatric intestinal obstruction and that he will be transferred to the city hospital for surgery.

Her wife refused, saying that such a young child would be operated on, and the doctor said that there might be sequelae, and poor recovery would cause intestinal adhesions.

The child's grandmother said why don't you invite Jade Guanyin? Drag a minor illness into a major illness.

The master comforted him and said, "Don't worry, I'll go."

My mother called me, and I came out. She carried a black cloth bag, and I hurried along with her.

When we arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Wang Jinhai came on a motorcycle, and the three of us had to squeeze and ride.

I hugged Wang Jinhai tightly, and my sister sat on the back shelf, first holding my clothes tightly.

Although Wang Jinhai rode as slowly as possible, the mountain road was rugged and very turbulent, and the master gradually unconsciously hugged my waist.

I felt that my back was soft and warm, and gradually I had a fever and fever, and I was sweating all over my body, and my face was red and my ears were red.

Half an hour after arriving at the town health center, we jumped off our motorbikes and rushed inside.

When I arrived at the ward, the young mother was crying, and the baby still had a needle hanging from her feet.

A middle-aged doctor and two nurses saw that the master was coming, and they also consciously stepped aside.

The teacher opened the baby's eyelids and looked at it again, the baby was listless and sleepy, and opened her little hand to look at her fingers carefully.

The nurse asked the nurse to remove the needle, and the nurse looked at the doctor, who nodded.

The hanging needle was pulled, and the master opened her needle bag, took out a silver needle, burned the front tip red with a lighter, and quickly punctured the sole of the baby's foot.

The baby cried out.

Shi Niang breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a small bottle from the cloth bag and poured out a small half bowl of oil.

Ask the young mother to hold the baby well, and she feeds it with a small spoon.

Everyone watched her every move with bated breath.

After feeding the small half bowl of oil, it has been more than half an hour.

The teacher straightened her waist, rubbed her hands together, gently rubbed the baby's belly, and slowly drew circles.

Suddenly, the baby porphy sounded, as if it had a fart!

The master said softly: "Okay, you can give him a piece of."

The mother of the baby hurriedly lifted the baby's legs, and after a while, the baby pulled out a ball of sheep dung, and finally pulled out a bubble of black asphalt-like.

First of all, the doctor let out a long breath.

The baby's grandmother fell to her knees with a thud, kowtowed to the teacher, and said, "Jade Guanyin Bodhisattva, you saved my child's life!"

Wang Jinhai also knelt down, kowtowed three times, and burst into tears.

The master picked them up one by one.