After reading the land, Lin Wanwan wanted to go to the other side of the river to meet these villagers (that is, tenants). But when she saw the bamboo bridge that looked like a single-plank bridge on the river, she felt a little weak, so she thought about it.
Okay, don’t be in a hurry, build the bridge first!
At this time, Hongyan walked up to her and reminded: "Madam, it's almost time. You are scheduled to visit Mr. Sun today."
"Oh, yes!" Lin Wanwan remembered it and almost forgot the time she made with Mr. Sun, "Let's go back to Chang'an City."
Lin Wanwan turned around and got into the carriage, the wheels rolling, and it didn't take long to drive away from this area.
On the other side of the river, the children with blinking black eyes who were hiding in various corners finally put down their timidity and walked out one by one. They looked at the luxury carriage leaving and pointed excitedly. Some of them even held up bamboo sticks.
Mimicking a horse riding posture on the crotch.
For children, changing owners is not a big deal; but for adults who rely on this land for their lives, it is a big deal.
"Are these the family members of our new master, Lord Xiao?"
"He seems very kind, I hope he is a good person."
Lin Wanwan paid the city entry tax and when she arrived at Sun's house in Guangdefang, the old man was preparing medicinal materials.
If she is touched, she may die miserably - unless she really marries into the Xiao family, the name of a male fiancée from Lanling County is not enough.
This is the secret recipe that can create a business tycoon.
She didn't even believe in the most powerful couple in the Tang Dynasty. No, she couldn't say she didn't believe it, but she simply didn't believe it.
At first, she still had the idea of making a deal with the royal family, but now after experiencing a thrilling experience of almost turning into a canary, Lin Wanwan eliminated the dangerous signs of a deal with Li Shimin.
"Ancestor, please try this pot of wine." Lin Wanwan stretched out her hand, and Hongyan handed the bottle of wine to her hand.
So when she was compiling the Barefoot Doctor Manual, Lin Wanwan did not delete the content about alcohol because she was already prepared to take it out.
This is what studying medicine is like. Whether it is Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, one must have the awareness to keep learning. Since the patient's disease will not follow what is recorded in the medical book, the doctor also needs to fully practice it, which is as important as reading the medical book.
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"Ancestor, this is not an ordinary wine. Try it."
After pouring a shallow cup for Sun Simiao, the old Taoist took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, and said: "Pin, strong, sweet, hot, and poisonous."
All diseases always arise from stagnation, and if you practice this breathing method for a long time, you can naturally eliminate distracting thoughts, clear up stagnation, and achieve the effect of smooth physical and mental health.
Sun Simiao didn't have many servants at home, only two old servants and a few orphan medicine boys he had adopted over the years.
But Mr. Sun is different. If a great doctor like Mr. Sun, who has been upright and upright all his life, has been famous throughout the ages, and has saved countless lives, cannot be trusted, no one in this world can trust him.
It was getting late after studying at Mr. Sun's place, and Lin Wanwan stood up to say goodbye. If it weren't for the curfew in Chang'an City, she would have to stay until dinner was finished before leaving.
It contains 53% Maotai liquor, which Lin Wanwan bought from Hyundai.
Sun Simiao looked at Lin Wanwan and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay! Tell the world that this recipe is in the hands of an old Taoist."
"Ancestor, this is the secret recipe for making alcohol." Before leaving, Lin Wanwan finally took out a folded secret recipe with her hands and handed it to Sun Simiao.
Lin Wanwan smiled calmly: "I'm willing to give it up. I just hope that it can benefit all people in the hands of my ancestors, and it can be regarded as accumulating blessings for my master."
"Have you thought about it? Are you willing to hand it over?" After having a glass of Maotai wine at noon, Mr. Sun fully understood the preciousness and horror of this secret recipe.
She was afraid that after she handed over this thing, what she would get from Li Shimin would be a golden cage.
Lin Wanwan was already hungry when she arrived, so she bowed to Mr. Sun, and then directly turned back to the guests and asked Huanong, who had arrived at the door of Sun's house waiting for her before her, to cook.
As soon as the bottle cap was pulled off, a strong aroma of wine wafted out.
In fact, the main reason why Sun Simiao suddenly mentioned that he wanted to teach Lin Wanwan this internal skill was because they met in the palace the day before yesterday. He relied on the "wang" in Chinese medicine to see Lin Wanwan's sad face and depression.
After finishing lunch, Mr. Sun took a rest and tested Lin Wanwan's medical skills for a while. After checking that the time was almost up, he began to teach Lin Wanwan the internal skills of breathing and breathing.
After a pause, he opened his eyes and said, "Is this alcohol?"
Compared with mutton, spices are really expensive.
Lin Wanwan and Mr. Sun's portions were naturally placed on their respective food tables. As for the servants and the little medicine boys, they held large bowls one by one and went to Huanong in the kitchen to receive the fully seasoned mutton soup.
In this city full of royals and nobles, people like Lin Wanwan who came from modern times and did not have a deep foundation are not worthy of touching this good thing.
Most people in the Tang Dynasty did not have the habit of having lunch, but the nobles did, but Mr. Sun, who often ate and slept in the open and traveled around, did not.
In Chang'an, she didn't dare to trust anyone except Mr. Sun.
Lin Wanwan smiled and shook her head: "This is liquor, not alcohol. Alcohol is stronger than this, and naturally more poisonous. You should not drink it."
Mr. Sun packed up the last bit of medicine, sniffed the fragrance in the air and said, "Your maid's craftsmanship is quite good. There are a lot of spices in this mutton soup, right?"
Lin Wanwan was called over by Mr. Sun to join in the process of concocting medicinal materials. Lin Wanwan had never done this job since she came to Chang'an, so she felt a little unfamiliar.
When Huanong was ladling soup for them, he didn't forget to promote it: "There are a lot of spices in it, doesn't it smell good? This is what my wife specially asked me to prepare."
Not only Lin Wanwan's stomach rebelled, but the little medicine boys also looked eagerly in the direction of the main hall, with longing expressions on their faces.
Sun Simiao nodded and did not continue the topic.
Alcohol is naturally excellent, but it is not something that can be taken out casually, especially in Chang'an City.
The servants and the little medicine boys were all grateful when they heard this. It was such a blessing to be able to eat a bowl of mutton steamed buns filled with ingredients on a cold day! Mrs. Lin is so generous!
Sun Simiao also tested Lin Wanwan's knowledge about these medicinal materials from time to time. Fortunately, Lin Wanwan did not relax for a moment about this kind of theoretical knowledge. Whether in modern or ancient times, she never left medical books.
Sun Simiao is said to have lived to be more than 150 years old in history, and there are even records of two to three hundred years old. Of course, there are some secrets to health preservation for such a long life.
The breathing method he taught Lin Wanwan was not as good as Lin Wanwan originally thought, which would allow her to develop internal strength and fly over walls, but it could improve various body functions and greatly reduce the chance of getting sick.
Lin Wanwan smiled and helped Mr. Sun up: "Yes, the ingredients for this soup have been prepared since yesterday! Come on, ancestors, let's have lunch first."
When Huanong's mutton steamed bun soup is ready, the rich aroma spreads in the small courtyard, directly overpowering the aroma of the medicine.
Lin Wanwan immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, ancestors, for your love and care."
The implication of Sun Simiao's words was that he wanted to bear this thunder for Lin Wanwan. At this point, in addition to soap, she could also brew and sell wine with peace of mind, if she wanted to.
"Children, please remember that this food consumes food and cannot be brewed in excess."