With a long rubbing sound, the woodshed door was pushed open.
It was quite clean inside, with no dust on it. It looked like someone came to clean it from time to time.
The room is not big. There are spiritual tablets and incense burners inside, and it looks just like an ordinary ancestral hall.
But there is always a faint fragrance in the air of the woodshed.
After Deng Renxin came in, she walked straight to the spiritual tablets, clasped her hands together, bowed and burned incense. Yang Bei noticed that the surnames on these spiritual tablets were all different, but they all had the prefix "White Dragon Julangzhong" in front of them.
For example, the first spiritual tablet says Xu Ziping, the doctor of Bailongju.
It seems that Bailongju was a very traditional open-door medical clinic in the past.
This kind of medical clinic will recruit apprentices and incorporate them into its own family. The spiritual tablets will not be limited to surnames and bloodlines. This makes it easier to sign up for a group to stay warm in troubled times.
To put it more vividly, it is similar to Jianghu gangs.
Once you join the clan, you are a member of the clan. Even if you have a foreign surname, you will be able to enter the ancestral hall in the future.
However, with the development of the times, this form of medical clinic has long ceased to exist. Just like the doctors at Nanshan Medical Clinic, they are all recruited on a contract basis.
Yang Bei didn't take it seriously either.
As soon as he came in, his focus was on several potted plants placed in the corner of the room.
There are seven pots in total.
But six of the flowers in the pots had dried up and died. Only one pot had bright green color left on it, and a bunch of heavy, bright fruits like small grapes.
"That's it, Hei Tianzhu."
Yang Bei rushed over as if looking at a treasure, his eyes widened.
Yue Lingxi next to her felt a little funny. The way Yang Bei looked at the medicinal materials now was like a gangster on the street looking at a beautiful woman.
She walked over and asked curiously: "What kind of flower is this? It looks a bit like Tianzhu, but not quite like..."
Tianzhu, also called red bamboo, is a very common potted plant on the market.
This kind of flower is displayed in the foyer of the unit where Yue Lingxi works.
However, Tianzhu does not have this fragrance, and the fruits are all red.
And this fruit is purple-black.
Yang Bei smiled and said: "Hei Tianzhu is a close relative of Tian Zhuzi. It can also be used as medicine and is very effective in treating the spleen. However, this thing has been extinct from the market for more than 20 years."
"There is this medicinal material in Ghost Face Jade Dew Cream, so I came here to try my luck."
"I didn't expect that I would actually be touched!"
Yang Bei smiled, but then sighed: "What a pity!"
"What's the pity?"
Yue Lingxi didn't understand why he suddenly changed his face. Deng Renxin turned around and explained: "Unfortunately, this last pot will not live long. I have raised these seven pots of black Tianzhu for sixty years, and only one of them died.
This is the only pot left."
"The roots of this pot are also rotten."
Yang Bei said helplessly: "I can't save him."
Deng Renxin nodded: "I have tried many methods and replanted his seeds, but I have never succeeded. This last pot of black Tianzhu was about to die after bearing fruit this year. It was a coincidence that you came here.
"
"You won't be able to get it next year."
Yang Bei licked his lips: "It's all fate. I heard what you want, are you willing to give it to me?"
"Take it away. Good medicinal materials should have a good home, and they are not ruined in your hands."
Deng Renxin was generous and smiled bitterly.
Yue Lingxi was a little curious and asked puzzledly: "Since they are flowers, why are they placed in the house? Still..."
Ancestral hall.
Black Tianzhu, what is the use of placing flowers in the ancestral hall? There is no such thing in traditional etiquette.
Deng Renxin sighed: "Because, these black Tianzhu plants represent the most shameful part of our hospital's history and the one we least want to mention."
Yue Lingxi felt a little guilty for accidentally poking someone's scar: "This - I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, it's all over."
Deng Ren said quietly: "During the famine during the Gengzi period, many poor people ate too much Guanyin soil and came to seek medical treatment. Girl, you must have heard of Guanyin soil, right?"
Yue Lingxi nodded.
She has read a lot, so she still knows this: Eating dirt may seem unthinkable now, but in times of famine, it happened frequently.
There was a famine and no crops were harvested.
In order to fill their stomachs, people will try all kinds of ways.
Eating tree bark and eating wild vegetables is considered normal.
Some people had no choice but to go to the temple to worship Guanyin, only to find a thick layer of white powder falling behind the Guanyin statue.
In fact, it is soil.
But it looks very similar to flour, and the soil is fine and fine, so it's okay to eat it. In order to fill their stomachs, some people eat the soil.
I'm full, I'm full, but soil is soil after all. Once it encounters water, it will expand and condense into mud in the stomach.
Mud cannot be digested, and many people have been suffocated to death because they ate too much.
"In order to save those people, our seniors in Bailongju have thought of many ways. Among them, some people discovered that jade dew frost mixed with black Tianzhu can relieve the pain caused by Guanyin soil."
"That is, Ghost Face Jade Dew Frost."
Deng Renxin seemed to be trapped in endless memories, and the old eyes in her eye sockets also looked particularly profound: "When there is no food, everyone can take Ghost Face Jade Dew Cream in a short period of time, eat dirt to satisfy their hunger, and continue to produce and live.
Although it won’t last long, it will help many people survive that period.”
"But I don't know why, Ghost Face Jade Dew Frost has strange addictive properties. Just like smoking, after people eat it, they can't help but want to continue eating. Even after the famine years, many people became Ghost Face Jade Dew Frost.
loyal customers."
"Although long-term use of Ghost Face Jade Dew Cream will cause side effects such as sluggishness, but because the sales are so good, our seniors at Bailongju have had other ideas."
Deng Renxin said and sighed heavily: "I was only a teenager at that time. I clearly remember that when a father and his daughter came to buy jade dew cream. In order to have a bite, they were willing to sell themselves into slavery and be sold as livestock. But when they were weighed,
The two of them combined weigh less than a hundred pounds—"
That is definitely a painful memory.
This was also the reason why Deng Renxin’s discoloration changed when she mentioned it outside.
"Later, the higher-ups noticed that we were making huge profits through this, and arrested more than 30 doctors from Bailongju who were involved in the case and sentenced them to life imprisonment. Hei Tianzhu, the main ingredient in making Ghost Face Jade Dew Cream, was also burned clean
.”
"Only these seven pots are left."
When Deng Renxin said this, he smiled bitterly: "Hei Tianzhu is no longer available in the market. I kept these pots just to keep them in mind. As for the Ghost Face Jade Dew Frost, we still have some in stock, but they are all used as research supplies.
For external sales, we have also reported it to the above."
"As for why the flowers are placed here, Miss Yue should understand, right?"
Deng Renxin finally looked at Yue Lingxi.
Yue Lingxi nodded: These flowers are placed in the ancestral hall because these flowers and these spiritual tablets represent the shameful past of Bailongju.
Yang Bei is not interested in these.
He held a small glass bottle, squatted next to Hei Tianzhu, picked the fruits, and put them in one by one.
"There are seven pills in total. Perhaps, these are the only seven pills left."
After Yang Bei sighed with emotion, he put it away seriously: "Yue Lingxi, these seven pills are what will save your life. Mr. Deng, thank you."