Lu Jinping said, "Take this medicine first, and I will send it until the sun is about to set. Remember what I said just now." After that, Lu Jinping took Ye Qingqing away.

Old Master Gao was full of hope, carrying the sand jar that was loaded with medicine in one hand and the porridge jar in the other. The servant didn't even let him come up to pick him up, but he carried it in his own hands and went to the daughter's room of the inner house.

He took a spoon to feed his daughter medicine. The medicine was very bitter, but his daughter knew it was a life-saving thing, so she gritted her teeth and drank all the medicine. Of course, she drank it several times to avoid nausea and vomiting.

Then Mr. Gao took out the jars of porridge, poured the porridge into a bowl, and prepared to feed his daughter porridge. His wife and two concubines next to him hurriedly came over to take over and said that they would come. Miss Gao's mother, the third concubine, said even more aggrievedly: "Master, this is white rice porridge, there is nothing. Our daughter doesn't like eating this kind of thing the most. Otherwise, I'll go to the kitchen to make a bowl of ginseng porridge."

Let me tell you, the third concubine turned around and wanted to go to the kitchen to cook millet and ginseng porridge, but Old Master Gao called her and ordered his wives, concubines and all servants to go to the yard. He announced in a stern manner that from now on, all the lady's food will be sent by the doctor, and no one is allowed to deliver things to Miss Gao, otherwise the family law will be served.

Mr. Gao’s three wives and concubines and maids and servants didn’t know why they had such a request, but they could only obey and did not dare to disobey Mr. Gao’s orders.

After taking the medicine, Old Master Gao personally fed the porridge to his daughter bite by bite, and fed it several times separately. This time he did not vomit. Then Old Master Gao and his wife and concubine sat quietly, waiting with hope to improve his condition.

In the evening, Old Master Gao found that his daughter seemed to be more energetic. He could open his eyes slightly to look at them and say a few words to them. This made Old Master Gao feel very relieved and he was overjoyed. Thinking that Lu Jinping was coming, he quickly went to the door and waited for the miracle doctor to send the medicine before delivering it.

When the sun sets, Lu Jinping and Ye Qingqing come again, still carrying two sand cans. One can contains Chinese medicine, and the other can contains half a can of white rice porridge.

Lu Jinping asked: "How is it, has your daughter's illness improved?"

Old Master Gao nodded quickly and said, "I am much more energetic and can speak more than in the morning. The medicine of the miracle doctor is really magical and the medical skills are really great. The little girl can meet the miracle doctor. That's her luck, thank you very much."

"It's good that it works. Please give me the money and meals for tomorrow, but it's still thirty cents. I'll send medicine and porridge tomorrow."

Lu Jinping didn't want much, because if he wanted more at this time, it would make the other party suspicious and cause trouble. He needed to take it slowly. If he could really cure her daughter's illness later, relying on the power of this Beijing official, he should be able to help him realize his wishes. That would be a long-term solution. Don't give the other party the impression of being greedy for money now. So he doesn't want much money.

Old Master Gao quickly ordered the housekeeper to get thirty cents to Lu Jinping. He then said to Lu Jinping: "Does the miracle doctor come in to give the girl a follow-up visit? See if the prescription needs to be adjusted."

Lu Jinping shook his head and said, "The so-called effect is not improved. Since the medicine is useful, there is no need to change the prescription."

When I walked home, it was already dark.

It was already late autumn, and as soon as the sun set, the temperature plummeted. There was still a long way to go to the old house of the Gao family. When they walked back to the old house, their noses and heads turned red.

When he arrived at the gate of the yard, Lu Jinping exhaled his hands and stomped his feet. Ye Qingqing quickly reached out and held Lu Jinping's hand and said, "Oh, your hands are as cold as ice-cold as ice-cold. I'll rub them for you!" As he said that, he rubbed them.

"I'm talking about me, yours is still as cold as something!" Lu Jinping also held her hand and rubbed it.

Ye Qingqing was embarrassed by his rubbing hands, so he quickly pulled out his hand, took out the copper key and opened the copper lock. The two entered the yard and came to the inner house. Ye Qingqing lit the oil lamp first, and then said: "The wind blows all the way, I'm afraid I'll get typhoid fever. Do it, I'll boil water for you to scald your feet, warm your body and then sleep."

Ye Qingqing went to the kitchen to boil water, and soon brought him a bowl of hot water for him to drink, then put it in a wooden basin and placed it at Lu Jinping's feet, helped him take off his boots and try the water temperature, and said, "Don't wash it first, the water is a little hot, I'll pick up a little bit of mother-and-child ash to add it to the water to drive away your cold."

It has been half a year since time traveling, and Lu Jinping has been used to the service of his maid Ye Qingqing. When he first came here, he was not used to it, and he insisted on washing his feet by himself. As a result, Ye Qingqing shed tears all night, just saying that the Lord disliked her for not serving her well. From then on, Lu Jinping would never dare to be willful again and let her serve her.

Ye Qingqing came back from the kitchen and used a small iron spoon to pick up a small handful of stove ash with sparks, and poured it into her foot basin. Then she heard a sneering sound, a stream of white smoke rose, and the house was filled with a rural smell.

Ye Qingqing carefully reached in, tested the water temperature again, and said, "Okay, sir, put your feet in quickly, I'll wash your feet. Be careful, don't put the whole thing in first. Otherwise, it will be hot."

She held one of Lu Jinping's feet with her hands and put them into the wooden basin, but did not put them in the water. She just let the steaming steam burn. After a while, she changed to another one. When the water temperature was slightly lower, she reached into the water and scooped some water on Lu Jinping's feet and rubbed it gently.

The foot washing water with hot stove ash has a smooth feeling. With Ye Qingqing's flexible and soft little hands touching and kneading, Lu Jinping enjoys it very much. This is much more moisturizing than the foot washing room in modern society.

When the water temperature was almost the same, Ye Qingqing then held his feet with both hands and slowly put them into the water: "Don't move, as soon as you move, it will feel very hot. If you don't move, it won't be hot."

"Girl, do you understand Zen too?"

"What is Zen?"

"The so-called Zen principle is...this words sound like what the Buddha said, making people feel enlightened and unconscious. Do you understand?"

Ye Qingqing seemed to understand and asked: "Did the Buddha also say that when the foot wash is hot, don't move your feet when putting them in?"

Lu Jinping couldn't help laughing and said with a smile: "I don't know if the Buddha said this when he was washing his feet, but what you said just now reminded me of a very Zen poem: 'Worry comes from love, and fear comes from love. If you are separated from the love, there is no worry or fear.' - People should not have feelings, but will be hurt."

Ye Qingqing nodded: "Yes, I often think of my dead parents. Every time I think of them, I feel so painful. Although I can't remember their appearance..."

That poem actually talks more about the love between men and women. But Ye Qingqing is only thirteen or fourteen years old and has not experienced the love between men and women, especially the torture of love. Naturally, she would not have such a feeling. All she could think of was family affection and the nostalgia for her dead parents.

Seeing Ye Qingqing's sadness, Lu Jinping deliberately pulled her attention away and said, "Today's beef noodles are so delicious! Let's go and eat them tomorrow!"

Ye Qingqing was indeed attracted to her attention and laughed: "Yes, if Lord Lord can really cure Miss Gao's illness, then we can have some money to eat better."

"Of course it can be cured! Don't worry, I'm sure."

"Then the relationship is good!"

After Lu Jinping washed his feet, Ye Qingqing took the basin to pour water. Lu Jinping pulled his slippers to sit down by the bed. This bed was just a simple bed with a few wooden boards placed on two long benches. Compared with this old house full of thick historical traces, it really felt like straw sandals and suits.

Ye Qingqing first served Lu Jinping to lie down, then lay the floor beside the bed, blew out the oil lamp, and then took off his close-fitting little clothes and got into the quilt.

The night was dim, and the only one or two autumn insects were chirping, gradually disappearing.

I finally seized an opportunity today, I hope this opportunity is a good start! Lu Jinping thought to himself.

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Chapter completed!