Chapter 13 Good Rain

The next day, the sky was clear and he did not return to Rong Hui on duty. He changed into short brown and went to the medicine garden to help. The mountain gate has been opened, and there are tourists going up the mountain. Or pray for blessings, or visit, or visit relatives, or visit friends. There is an endless stream of merchants and gentry. Among them, it is necessary to drink a cup of tea in the guest hall. At least take a full night's rest, and at most a few days. It's very lively for you to come and go.

When Rong Hui passed the Taiji Gate, he saw several girls competing to taste snacks in the East Hall. They were the disciples of the Guest Hall. Three of the women were outstanding, and the one named Fangqin also made dumplings together during the Spring Festival. Now I see them wearing the same narrow-sleeved skirt, bright in color, warblers and swallows, shining brightly in the morning light, and their hearts can't help but swing. He was afraid of meeting Mr. Wang, so he was embarrassed and didn't dare to look more. He went straight to the medicine garden.

The medicinal garden is located outside the Taiji Gate, adjacent to the peak in the north. A hundred feet square, standing 16 mu of land, irrigated by streams, blown by warm wind, and is in a very good position.

The stewor's mother's surname is Xin, and she has a third-class case. She used to be the "great deacon" of the flower room, and now she is still a young woman. She is not only unruly, but also has a three-point appearance. Even in the field, they also pay attention to dressing. The teenagers liked to laugh with her when they saw her easy-going and mobile people.

She is accompanied by two girls, one named Xianzhu and the other Ruixiang, both of whom are very beautiful. They are also disciples who have just been up the mountain, holding the monthly example of a third-class deacon.

Rong Hui remembers that after the New Year, those who are beautiful, lively and clever were selected into the "guest hall." The guest hall is the facade of the whole mountain, and it is best to worship nature. They described Benmei, wearing silk and satin, eating new tea and pastries, which were more pretentious and profitable, and their coquettish and pitiful. Before and after, it is full of decent.

He was very envious at that time: "They are all poor children, but they look different and have different lives. It's really a trick!"

Xiaoxuan smiled at him: "What do you envy? It's easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it's hard to go from luxury to thrift! No matter how beautiful people are, they will also put down the mountain after the years of Huaxin. The little girl's family relies on her youth and beauty. She dreams all day long and is serious. Naturally, she doesn't like her. In the future, you have to be a concubine, and none of them will have a good end!"

Rong Hui also thought: "After all, people who have sex have fallen behind." Now that the delicate bamboo and Ruixiang are accompanied by medicine, I feel that the girl should be like this. In the future, she will be as angry as an orchid, and her heart will be refreshed, and she will have a good home.

When he walked to the medicine garden, Xin's mother was leading two girls to turn over the soil and sow seeds. All three of them wore the same round bun, wore the same short brown boots, squatted in the field, and behaved lightly. They were very mercapable in the spring.

Rong Hui walked up and asked, "It's so cold on the mountain. Can it germinate without a greenhouse?" With that, he took Xin's mother's shovel and helped turn over the soil.

"The medicinal materials are not as good as cabbage, and they grow slowly and are not tight. As long as they grow up naturally, they will not lose their medicinal properties." Xin's mother said with a smile, "Look at this climate, I'm afraid that after the Qingming Festival, I can break through the soil and sprout."

The weather on the mountain is cool, and there is no time to sow the farm. Rong Hui recited pharmacologicals frequently when he was on duty and went to the pharmaceutical garden to help him when he was free. After working hard for a month, I can recognize hundreds of commonly used herbs.

Suns and snow melts, thunder and shouts, gentle wind and drizzle, everything is cute, which is the middle of spring. The sewing room has just released spring clothes. Men's clothing is fine linen and straight, and women's clothing is fine cotton half arms. On rainy days, the girls visited each other to discuss needle and thread embroidery.

The scenery on the mountain is magnificent, and it is suitable for growing tea. The tea garden was opened early in the shadow of the mountain and was guarded by special personnel. Before the Ming Dynasty and after the rain, it was the tea picking season. The Laofang specially picked out the beautiful, ice-clear and jade girl picked tea in the misty rain, which was called "fragrant tea". Girls pick a catty of tea and can get another taels of silver. For a while, the warbler danced and flew, which was very lively.

As soon as the day cleared, Rong Hui and Wan Rong returned to work in the afternoon, and Dr. Zhang sat upstairs. Rong Hui learned to be good, consciously took out kraft paper and turned his back to wrap brown sugar. Wan Rong hit him with his arm again: "What do you think is good to embroider?" She just washed her head, and there was still a faint fragrance in the spring breeze. She didn't need to answer, and she was already like several treasures: "Peony is too rich. I'm afraid I can't set it." The plum blossoms are too thin, which makes me look so indifferent. ......

It is customary on the mountain that the deacon has four sets of regular clothes every year, and the stewerman has 12 sets of regular clothes every year. The girls are in their bloom, and there is only one set of spring flowers every year, which is naturally cherished. The spring shirt is plain. If you want to be embroidered with flowers, you have to do it yourself. So whenever spring comes down, there is a lot of excitement.

Wan Rong has been asked since he got the spring costume. He seems very cautious. Rong Hui has been asked three times. He couldn't understand at all and couldn't help slandering: "Long hair and short knowledge." I felt at a loss and suddenly heard someone respond: "Everything grows in spring, and the flowering period on the mountain is late. The embroidery on the skirt is inevitably too enchanting. You are lively and honest, but you match the tulips. Why don't you use tulips on the sleeves? What do you think? The voice is gentle, leisurely and elegant, and it is Xiaoxuan.

She also wears a green cotton half arm, but there is a more lily on her left skirt. He is heroic, and his snow sleeves are floating, just like a fairy in clouds. She also wears a pleated skirt, but the corners of her skirt are embroidered with a circle of petals. The style steps, as if stepping on the red.

Xiaoxuan's outfit is always exquisite in simplicity and chic in dignity. She is not only a disciple of the head family, but also young and beautiful. Naturally, she is widely sought after by girls. Wan Rong turned around and seemed to have picked the stars in the night sky. His heart was full of excitement and his eyes were bright.

Xiaoxuan often walks down the mountain, his mind is gradually opened, and he is knowledgeable, and he no longer pays attention to it. At this time, in front of Rong Hui, he felt slightly restrained. She nodded slightly to Wan Rong and told Rong Hui, "Come with me!" The voice is long and penetrates people's hearts.

The old man became more and more familiar with him, and the older his friends became. Whenever Rong Hui saw Xiaoxuan, she felt that her whole body was new. Before thinking about it, when I saw her walking up the stairs, I couldn't help but feel like: "No, my sister is sick!" Put down the brown sugar and keep up quickly.

Wanrong's eyes had already followed Xiaoxuan. Seeing Rong Hui following him, he poured two cups of tea, holding the tray in one hand and the skirt in the other. The slender foot hit the ground, "click..." After a continuous sound, the man had gone up to the second floor.

There are also three rooms upstairs, and the stairway is in the south, with a monopoly. Dr. Zhang was sitting in the middle of the consultation and said politely to Xiaoxuan: "I have to be taken care of by the girl. If you have a destiny, do your best." He is over 100 years old, and he is also a medical keeper. He also holds ten taels of silver, which is the first of the offering.

Wanrong lifted the curtain and entered. Seeing Xiaoxuan sitting on the chair, her posture was quiet, like a cloud, which made people awe. She didn't dare to look more. After gently taking two cups of tea, she bowed down and retreated. When he turned around, he glanced at Rong Hui and saw that he was loose and standing beside him. He was so envious.

Xiaoxuan picked up the tea bowl, opened the floating leaves on the surface with the lid, took a sip, and couldn't help admiring: "This year, the rain is enough, and the tea is much tender. But I heard that Mr. Zhang likes to drink black tea, right?

"I'm old and can't stand the new tea!" Dr. Zhang's beard is all white, and he looks very vigorous. Now he wears a silk scarf and wears blue silk straight clothes, and he has a little brilliance. He leaned on the master's chair and responded with a smile: "If you don't drink tea, you have no energy. After drinking tea, I couldn't sleep, and the next day I was even less energetic. Old man, it's useless!"

Xiaoxuan didn't move and followed his words: "Even if black tea can prevent old age, it can't prevent family feelings. Mr. Zhang sealed the silver back every year. Over the years, it's time for his family to import it. Is the offering on the mountain enough?

He eats, wears and chews on the mountain. In addition to ten or two months, he also takes 30 taels of worship every year. At present, the country is prosperous and the people are safe, and the family of five should live a good life, and it is only 20 taels of silver every year. But it's not enough for my son to marry and build a house on land. At this time, when Xiaoxuan took the initiative to speak, he couldn't help but hesitate: "A good son does not fight for his mother's property. A good daughter does not wear wedding clothes. His family is safe and healthy, and I am satisfied."

Zhang's hometown is in distress, and he was originally a traveling doctor. For half of my life, I only want to open a clinic in the capital and be a decent doctor. In the past ten years of going up the mountain, I have saved enough silver and begged for Xiaoxuan.

The Zhang family rented a facade, entered the medicinal materials, worshipped the head, and helped leisurely, all of which were greeted by Xiaoxuan. Before she came, she asked the number room: "Mrs. Zhang is playing with her grandchildren at home, and her eldest son has just accepted a concubine. The second son is newly married, has 20 mu of fertile land at home, and is working in the countryside. Seeing that Mr. Zhang looked uncertain and his heart was not sure, he advised Mr. Zhang: "Your children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so you don't have to worry about it. Moreover, 'it's better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish'. You have given it all, and you have an explanation for your ancestors. I would like to recommend you a set of 152 bundles a year, plus a regular suit for four seasons. How about that?

The nature of Jiang Gui is old and spicy. There are three majors in the world, and the older they are, the more fragrant they are, so they last for a long time. First, if there are too many accounts, good and bad debts will be made. The second is the sage. If there are too many cases, both the living and the dead can be sentenced. Third, the doctor has seen too many diseases, and he can diagnose difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

Zhang Lao blinked and was still carrying capacity. Rong Hui jumped and looked at Xiaoxuan in a stunned manner. The world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable. It's okay to treat a headache and brain fever only in the mountains, but if you treat people's wounds, it's tantamount to jumping into a 'right and wrong nest'. If you are killed, you may still be in the dark.

Xiaoxuan's eyebrows were slightly swollen, and he looked sideways at Rong Hui. His eyes are full of wind and moon, full of peace and leisure. Rong Hui was submissive and felt that he wanted to be biased. He quickly took a step, respectfully made three bows to Mr. Zhang, and shouted, "Master Zhang!" He turned around and went downstairs and came up with a cup of black tea.

Old Zhang smiled and nodded and encouraged Rong Hui: "Be careful and thoughtful, you can teach!"

Xiaoxuan talked to Mr. Zhang about the way of health preservation in spring, and it took him a long time to leave. Rong Hui and Wan Rong sent her out. Xiao Xuan looked at Wan Rong and nodded slightly and told Rong Hui, "Come with me!" Rong Hui answered "yes" and followed, looking at Wan Rong full of envy.

Xiaoxuan walked Yingying, turned to the pharmacy, and went straight to Xiyuan along the flower path. The spring is bright and the warm wind is intoxicating. Five feet on the first floor of the road, ten feet and one courtyard. Either between the lush forest and the bamboo, or outside the green tree Qiongying.

Rong Hui followed, unconsciously stretched out, and saw Xiaoxuan walking lightly and gracefully, which was more pleasing to the eyes. When there was no one, I couldn't help taking two steps quickly and asking, "Sister, do you know Master Zhang?"

"When I was in Chendu, my master was sick and dared not ask a doctor. I happened to meet him and invited him to see a doctor!" Xiaoxuan kept walking and said slowly, "Master and he are the same as before. When he returned to the mountain, he took him with him."

Rong Hui was full of strangeness and dared to ask, "Don't everyone say that the 'master' is a master of martial arts? Why are you sick and dare not ask a doctor? Is it Hualiu's disease that can't be seen?

"Bah!" Xiaoxuan stared gently, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help picking up. He said to himself leisurely, "In those years, the luck was not going well, and the master did several blessing meetings in a row. It's copying scriptures and chanting spells, and opening the altar and painting symbols. As a result, he became ill and fell ill!" There is also some laughter between the words.

Rong Hui couldn't help laughing: "The real person in charge is really interesting. He prays for blessings and falls ill first!" Of course, you can't invite a doctor, otherwise who will believe him!" The two talked and laughed and walked out more than two miles before they went outside Xiao Yaxuan.

The small courtyard faces south, ten feet square. Qingwawumen is very quiet. The flowers outside the courtyard are gorgeous and enchanting, and there are two poisonous flowers, Poinsettia and azalea. Rong Hui was shocked, stopped quickly and waited.

Xiaoxuan smiled, gently pushed the door, flashed in and drilled in, and a trace of interior scene was not allowed to be seen. Rong Hui suddenly saw the door shaft move slightly, and a light flashed in the crack of the door, which was dark and crystal clear. It was the girl's eyes, and there was a girl hiding behind the door to peek.

"Is it Xiaoxuan or her sister-in-house sister?" Rong Hui was full of comfort, and now that he saw it, he felt uncomfortable. Standing upright was too serious, casually and frivolous, and at a loss, and heard the door shaft turn, "squeak" softly, and Xiaoxuan walked out in response.

She took out a bag, handed it directly to Rong Hui, and told him: "There is a set of spring coats with fifteen taels of silver. You respectfully praise it to Master Zhang. He has been practicing medicine for many years and has a wide range of knowledge. You can learn from him well and you can't suffer losses!"

Rong Hui nodded repeatedly, took back the burden, bowed to Dr. Zhang, and officially became an apprentice. Since then, whenever someone went upstairs for medical examination, Rong Hui served him, not avoiding men and women.

Dr. Zhang only said that Xiaoxuan intended to help him, so he sent him a cheap apprentice. He was grateful and didn't want to owe her a favor, so when no one asked, he told Rong Hui the story of his weekly doctor. The three sentences are inseparable from the line, and the words are pearly. Not only do I not intend to neglect, but I am more attentive than ordinary masters.

After reading the pharmacopoeia, Rong Hui compared the medical book to verify the story told by Zhang Lao. When he met suspicion on this day, he took the medical classics handed down from his family to consult Zhang Lao. Zhang Laoru got the most precious treasure and couldn't put it down and took the initiative to explain the truth to Rong Hui.

Rong Hui only felt that the experience in the book was very pleasing to his heart. Seeing that Mr. Zhang got the treasure, he felt that he was making a fuss and couldn't help shouting, "Master!"

Zhang Laolian waved his hand repeatedly: "You don't know that if I had this medical skill, I would have become famous." He also explained to Rong Hui: "There are medical books on the market, but the personal experience mentioned by the previous population. Like the summer worm well frog, it was only suitable for the local area at that time. This book takes health care as steel, distinguishing yin and yang, communicates four times, dredge meridians and collaterals, adjusts internal breath, and attributes to climate customs. It is really a meritorious creation. He also asked, "This book is unique in the world. I have never even heard of some prescriptions, medicinal materials and medicinal properties. I don't want my ancestors to be general. I don't know what to call them?

Rong Hui always thought that his father cherished himself, but it was really an ancient book. I think there is still a big box at home, isn't it empty to enter Baoshan? He wanted to make money, so he pushed it to Xiaoxuan: "This book was exchanged by Sister Tao. If you like it, I will ask her to buy more books next time she comes down the mountain."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand and sighed: "This kind of manuscript can't be sought. Fortunately, there is this general outline, which helps me. Since then, Rong Hui has gone to consult Mr. Zhang whenever he is free.

Zhang Lao should be corrected one by one based on his own experience. Many empirical talks can become the truth that can be written with a little inference. Every time he speaks a paragraph, he sighs and only hates his ignorance in those years and doesn't think more.