60 grams of Astragalus membranaceus, 60 grams of Wuchenglong, 30 grams of Codonopsis pilosula, 15 grams of Atractylodes macrocephala, 10 grams of Bupleurum...

After sending his brother-in-law away, Ye Yuan plunged into his study and found some information on the Internet that could strengthen his body.

Here comes the prescription for good health.

While searching on the Internet, he wrote and drew in his notebook, and finally he came up with a prescription for the medicine.

If these old Chinese medicine doctors see this prescription, they will definitely say that his prescription is nonsense and has no pharmacological properties at all.

But so what? Do you know enough to cure cancer? If you can’t do it, just do it.

Putting down his pen and seeing that it was still early, Ye Yuan took out an ancient book he had obtained earlier in the space and flipped through it.

Turning to the first page, there is a poem written in Qi Rhythm:

You don’t need to lead cattle and sheep to know the way,

Come down and drink from the Bixi Spring.

Children riding horses to seek death,

Only on the east and west valley sides.

What the hell is this? Isn’t it said that ancient poems are all obscure and difficult to understand? How come a five-year-old child can understand this poem at a glance? Continue to turn to the next page,

After returning from hunting, father and son surrounded him.

The dew stains the autumn grass and the deer is first fattened,

The poplars are folded and sunburnt together, and the mud is shed,

Drunk and took advantage of Gu Hong's horse to fly.

A little better than the last one, let’s continue.

The child can ride a camel at the age of five.

Milk cakes are food and happiness.

Suddenly the light sand turned over proudly,

Teasing his school father for dancing with the devil.

This shit is all nonsense. After flipping through a few pages, Ye Yuan could no longer calm down. Are the ancients really serious? Can such poems be recorded in such ancient books?

Ye Yuan read it in disbelief, and found that the whole book was filled with such bad poems.

Judging from the handwriting in the ancient book, it should be written by the same person. Although the poem is not very good, the calligraphy is really good.

Even people like Ye Yuan who don't know calligraphy can see that the people who wrote these poems are very accomplished in calligraphy.

After reading this book, Ye Yuan's interest in studying those ancient books was extinguished.

Looking at the time, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening, and he had read more than 2 hours of bad poetry without realizing it. Ye Yuan really admired himself.

After teasing the two Tibetan mastiff cubs he had placed in the study, he got up and went back to his bedroom to practice.

Early morning, Yuwan Island.

Open your eyes and look through the window at the half-rising sun on the sea level.

"Brother, this is also a sea view room, right?"

He joked to himself, then got up to wash up. His mother was not at home, and Ye Yuan was too lazy to make breakfast, so he came to the crew canteen to deal with it.

Today's breakfast was seafood porridge, steamed buns, and pickles. After a simple breakfast, I found Wang Husheng and took out the prescription he wrote out last night.

"One pound of each medicine inside," Ye Yuan ordered.

Wang Husheng scratched his head:

"Um... isn't the boss's Chinese medicine company made by Lun Ke?"

Ye Yuan said angrily:

"There's so much nonsense, just buy whatever you want, and buy me a casserole by the way."

The reason why I wanted to buy a casserole was because Ye Yuan learned it online yesterday.

According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, the best choice for boiling traditional Chinese medicine is a casserole or a clay pot.

These two types of medicine pots are relatively stable in nature, are not prone to chemical reactions with medicines, and have uniform heat transfer, which can ensure the quality of traditional Chinese medicine decoctions.

In addition to these two pots, enamel and stainless steel pots can also be used to boil Chinese medicine, but the effect is not as good as casseroles and clay pots.

Iron pots, aluminum pots, copper pots, and tin pots cannot be used to boil medicine, because the pots made of these materials are chemically unstable, easily oxidized, and have chemical reactions with certain ingredients in traditional Chinese medicine.

For example, it reacts with tannins to produce iron tannate with a darker liquid color, and reacts with flavonoids to produce insoluble polymers, etc.

After the liquid medicine undergoes a series of chemical reactions, its quality will be affected to a certain extent, which directly affects the effect of the liquid medicine.

Although the traditional Chinese medicine brewed by Ye Yuan mainly relies on the space lake water inside to work.

But he didn't want people to see that he was unprofessional. How could he say that he was now a complete miracle doctor in the eyes of Xu Hang and Song Ran?

At noon, Wang Husheng had already bought the medicinal materials Ye Yuan needed, and also bought a casserole.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Xuehong and his wife arrived at Yuwan Island on a luxury yacht. Ye Yuan came to the dock to greet them.

"Xiao Yuan, this is my lover Liu Caifeng, you can just call me aunt."

Ye Yuan looked at the old woman standing next to Wang Xuehong. Judging from her appearance, she was about 60 years old, perhaps due to long-term insomnia.

The old woman is a little thin, and her face is not looking very good.

"Hello, Auntie," Ye Yuan greeted warmly.

"You are Xiao Yuan. Thank you very much for the ambergris, otherwise my insomnia would be tortured to death."

"Aunt, you're being polite. I can't afford your thanks. I sold it to Uncle Wang, not as a gift, so you should thank me, Uncle Wang."

"Hahaha, Xiaoyuan is still good at talking."

Wang Xuehong smiled happily on the side.

Seeing the two people with empty hands, Ye Yuan couldn't help but curiously asked:

"Uncle Wang, aren't you going to stay for a few days? Why don't you even bring a change of clothes?"

"It's all on the boat. Those who are not in a hurry, please take me to see the treasure you mentioned."

Wang Xuehong was talking and waving his hands, exactly like a child.

"Okay, okay, let's see if you're in a hurry, things can't escape."

While Ye Yuan replied, he led Wang Xuehong and his wife towards his villa.

As soon as he entered the study room, Wang Xuehong saw several items placed on the table.

Before Ye Yuan could speak, Wang Xuehong walked straight to the table, took out the magnifying glass he brought with him and looked at it carefully.

Liu Caifeng was used to seeing the old man like this, and smiled at Ye Yuan with some embarrassment:

"That's how the old man is. He's usually pretty good. Once he sees these things, he just ignores them. Xiao Yuan, don't mind."

"No, no."

These items were prepared by Ye Yuan in advance and were randomly selected from those antiques with defects.

At this moment, Wang Xuehong was looking at the porcelain bottle with obvious cracks in front of him attentively, and was still muttering:

"The green glaze covers the lotus statue, but unfortunately there are cracks."

After looking at it for 30 minutes, Wang Xuehong finished reading all the antiques on the table, then turned to look at Ye Yuan and asked in an uncertain tone:

"If I read correctly, these should all be porcelain fished from the sea, right?"

Ye Yuan nodded with a smile.

"It's a pity that all of them are more or less damaged. Take this celadon-glazed lotus statue, which was a good thing from the two dynasties. It's a pity that there is a crack.

And this cowpea red is also a rare treasure, it’s a pity, it’s a pity.”

From Wang Xuehong's expression of regret, we can see how valuable these porcelains would be if they were intact.

While the two were talking, Mrs. Liu saw an ancient book that Ye Yuan had casually thrown there on the study table.

"Xiaoyuan, can I have a look at this book?"
Chapter completed!