Taking advantage of the night, he hurried back to his small courtyard.

The mother took a small horse and sat in the yard, the moonlight was very sunny that night, the mother took the embroidered bandage by the moonlight, embroidered it stitch by stitch, and occasionally put the needle on the side of the sideburns and rubbed it gently, bringing out a few strands of half-white hair.

As she embroidered, she looked up at the path outside the courtyard from time to time, until at last she saw the thin figure appear at the end of the moonlight.

"Why did you come back so late", the mother's tone was a little disgusted, but the movements in her hands did not stop, and she hurriedly put down the embroidered bandage in her hand, hurriedly stepped forward in a few steps, and took the basket on his back.

Noticing that his gray coat was stained with a lot of grass and mud, and several places were scratched, revealing his middle coat inside.

"Where have you been, making yourself look like this mud monkey?"

"Hee-hee", he smiled mischievously at his mother, still a half-grown child: "When I was collecting medicine, I slipped and fell into a cave, so I came back late." ”

"You didn't fall, did you?"

"No, it's just that my body hurts a little, mother, I'm hungry. ”

"Go wash your hands first, the food is hot on the stove, I'll bring it to you." ”

Come to think of it, it seems like it's been a long time since I've eaten my mother's cooking.

Every time I go out, no matter how late I come back, I have hot soup and hot rice to eat, iron my stomach and my heart.

There is also the lamp in the yard that is always lit for himself, regardless of winter snow and summer rain, it always shines silently on his way home, reflecting the figure of his mother waiting.

He looked down at the robe he was wearing with a corsage at the cuffs, and he hadn't worn a new coat since his mother was sick.

These familiar needles and threads were worn on his body, and he always felt that there was still the residual temperature of his mother's fingertips. In the days that followed, he quickly put the matter of the stone behind him, and treated it as a stone thrown into the lake, causing a brief ripple and then quickly disappearing.

He still obsessed with tinkering with those herbs every day. After finishing the chores early during the day, he quietly said hello to his mother in the sewing room, and went to the mountains to collect medicine with a basket on his back.

There is a large mountain of medicine in their tribe, and many rare herbs grow for the use of the tribesmen.

Because their clan, called the "Medicine Clan", is good at medicine, and any one who goes out is a doctor who can hang a pot to help the world.

However, very few of their clansmen went out, and they only refined some pills to supply the sect and family.

As for the life and death of ordinary people, they don't care, they have fame and fortune, but they lack a doctor's benevolence.

But it is also a ban in the clan that they are not allowed to have much contact with the outside world.

In the clan, he and his mother were both lowly in status, and his mother was just a low-ranking subordinate in the needlework room, specializing in sewing some robes worn during alchemy, and he was a low-level boy in charge of cleaning the pill pharmacy.

But my mother's medical skills are excellent.

He once saw that she had cultivated an elixir very easily, but this was an elixir that even the elders had failed three times!

And in the small courtyard where they lived, my mother hid a lot of medical books, and he was smart since he was a child, and he would secretly find out the medical books to read.

Once, he was fascinated by it, I don't know why, he had a strong interest in medical books, and every time he looked at it, it was like he had fallen into it, and he didn't even notice when his mother came back, so he was caught by his mother.

He thought that his mother would be angry, but he moved his mouth but didn't know what to say, grabbed the corner of his clothes and planned to kneel down to admit his mistake, but his mother was stunned when she looked at him, and then two lines of tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes.

"Are you interested in medical books?"

The mother's voice was a little hoarse.

He didn't know why his mother was crying, so he hurried forward and stood on tiptoe to wipe her tears.

"Mother, don't cry, don't be angry, Xi'er won't look at it again!"

Since he was a child, he has been dependent on his mother for his life, and he has also received a lot of criticism, but he has never seen his mother cry, how can he not panic when he sees his mother crying!

"Tell me first, can you read it?"

Looking at his mother's serious expression, he hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't dare to deceive his mother, so he had to nod.

Later, his mother asked him a few more questions from the medical book, and he answered them all, and his mother took him in her arms, and her voice trembled.

"Xi'er, you can read medical books if you want to, you can read medical skills if you want to learn, and my mother will teach you. ”

Later, under the guidance of his mother, he soon discovered the joy of studying medicine.

On weekdays, his mother had to work in the needlework room, and he rarely had free time, but as soon as he was free, she led him quietly to the medicine mountain and taught him to recognize various herbs.

But his mother wouldn't let him tell anyone about their healing skills.

This made him feel very strange, because in the clan, identity and status are determined according to the level of medical skills.

If you tell the people about your mother's medical skills, their lives will of course be significantly improved.

There would have been no such thing.

A slight knock on the door pulled him back from his deep memories.

"Doctor Bai, it's time to eat. ”

"Oh, okay, I'll do it now. ”

He put away the stones, went to the bedside to cover the quilt for his mother, closed the door and went to the front with the village chief.

He was already impatient to wait, and the hot fragrance of his face hooked him, and he looked at the food on the table with stunned eyes.

It's also strange that even such a simple dish is different from others when it is made by Master's hands!

Seeing that Bai Xi and the others finally came over, he got up and took a pair of chopsticks, and eagerly greeted Bai Xi and the village chief, "Sit down and eat, it's been a busy day, hurry up and sacrifice the Five Organs Temple, hey, I'm dying of hunger." ”

After speaking, he didn't care about Bai Xi and them, and directly buried his head in eating, and the noodles were sucked in his mouth and made a snoring sound.

Then I sandwiched a chopsticks and preserved eggs, and the crushed tiger skin green peppers, mixed with noodles and sent them into his mouth, and suddenly his mouth was like a feast, all kinds of flavors were ready, and he didn't eat a few bites, and his forehead was already sweating a lot.

Bai Xi and the others saw that he was eating so deliciously, and they felt that their appetite was also a little stronger, so they also picked up the bowl and began to eat, and the taste was really good.

"Village chief, eldest sister's craftsmanship is very good", a meal is casual, and there is no rule of not saying anything, after tasting it, Bai Xi praised the village chief and his wife.

Indeed, in addition to the Yangchun noodles cooked by his mother in his memory, the bowl of noodles he ate was the best.

In fact, it's not that this bowl of noodles is not as good as my mother's Yangchun noodles. After a closer look, this bowl of noodles has the fragrance of green vegetables, the noodles are also very chewy, and the amount of various seasonings is just right, and they complement each other together.

In particular, the aroma of lard in the soup base warmed his whole body.

"I didn't do it, how can I have this craft, it's made by this little brother", the village chief and his family listened to Bai Xi's wrong praise, he was very embarrassed, and pointed to Chu Tao.

Bai Xi was a little surprised: "Did the little brother do it?" I really can't see that you are so young, but you have such a good handicraft." ”

With this kind of craft, it's good to open your own shop, why do you want to study medicine with a half-baked master?

Bai Xi felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't ask.