She has rules for treating diseases. If she doesn't come to the house for consultation, she will die if she doesn't. It turns out that there are still one and three.
Chen Shao shook his head after hearing this and smiled again.
"She's not trying to evade this," he said. "It's really the rule to take lunch."
Mrs. Chen Shao sighed, still frowning slightly.
"What kind of rules are these?" she said. "There are no such rules."
"Then you've never heard of the rule of not treating someone who is not destined to die before." Chen Shao said.
Mrs. Chen glared at her husband angrily.
"How can it be the same?" she said. "It is not often said that life-saving kindness should be repaid with one's own body, so why did she set the rules that it is not allowed? The people who can let her see a doctor are either rich or noble. She is like this
, wouldn’t it be impossible to get married with these families? A girl’s family must be said to be a good family, isn’t it? Why did she block the road by herself? "
Chen Shao twisted his beard.
Yes, it blocked a road to get a good marriage by relying on one's medical skills.
However, it is just a road.
There are thousands of roads in the world, and one of them doesn’t mean anything.
"He is a proud man." He nodded and then shook his head with a bit of pity, "It's a pity that he was born a daughter."
If he is a man, he has such intelligence, and if he is willing to help, why can't he win some fame?
It's just a daughter's family. Even if she has medical skills, in the end it's just a one-person doctor. What else can she do?
When the cough sounded for the third time, Cheng Jiaoniang stopped and looked at the wall.
"Am I disturbing you?" Prince Jin'an said hurriedly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Are you sick?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
The prince of Jin'an County shook his head hurriedly.
"No, no," he said, "I'm not sick, I just have a discomfort in my throat."
When he said this, he coughed again and looked a little embarrassed.
"Then, I may be sick. I'll leave first," he said.
"Wait a minute." Cheng Jiaoniang said, putting down the medicine pestle in front of her.
Prince Jin'an was a little surprised and looked at her.
From his vantage point, he could have a panoramic view of the courtyard. He saw the woman get up, call two maids, and quickly bring a clay stove and a kettle.
"I made some tea and just cooked it for you to eat." Cheng Jiaoniang said, while looking at him, "Do you want to come over to eat?"
The prince of Jin'an County was stunned for a moment.
"But I might be sick," he said.
So you don’t have the strength to climb over the wall? The maid frowned and looked at the young man.
"I'm still a fool." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
What and what? The maid went to see Cheng Jiaoniang again and was even more puzzled.
The boy on the wall smiled.
"Bring the ladder, bring the ladder," he shouted, rushing down.
The ladder was handed over, and Brother Jin and Banqin helped hold it. There was a fuss and by the time the young man jumped down, Cheng Jiaoniang's tea was almost done.
This is the second time we have met face to face since we first came to Puxiu Temple.
Standing in this small courtyard, Prince Jin'an was a little curious.
"It's different when you look at it from above than when you're inside." He said, looking around, "Did you arrange this?"
Cheng Jiaoniang took a spoonful of salt and vinegar and added it to the tea, dissipating the sour smell.
"I only arranged some, and most of them were made by my maids." She replied.
"It's really good." Prince Jin'an said as he reached out and touched the water under the rocks. "When I have my own home in the future, I will also decorate it like this."
He looked back at the woman under the tree in the yard.
"I'll invite you over for tea then." He smiled.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly, poured tea and held it up.
The prince of Jin'an County hurried over, knelt down on the futon put down by the maid, bowed briefly, took it with both hands, raised his head and drank the tea, the spicy and sour taste immediately refreshed his mind.
"What kind of tea is this?" he asked in surprise. After drinking a cup of tea, his originally itchy throat felt so relieved.
Cheng Jiaoniang scooped a spoonful of tea with him again.
"I made this myself. It's actually not tea, it's a substitute for tea." She said, "It's made from fourteen medicinal herbs."
Prince Jin'an took it and drank it in one gulp.
"Ah, I'm fine." He coughed and said loudly, "I'm really fine! My throat no longer hurts. How come it's so effective? My wife is indeed a miracle doctor."
"It's just a trail." Cheng Jiaoniang said, handing over a piece of tea ball on the side, "Take it, it can regulate the blood of the internal organs."
Prince Jin'an put down the tea cup, reached out to take it, looked at it in his hand, suddenly smiled, pursed his lips, then smiled again, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
"Okay, then I won't get sick anymore." He finally said.
"Then I won't become a god?" Cheng Jiaoniang said while cleaning the tea set.
"When complimenting you, don't hit others." Prince Jin'an said.
Cheng Jiaoniang paused and seemed to be thinking seriously.
"Then, you will become a god." She said.
The prince of Jin'an County was startled and then burst into laughter.
The maid sighed and bumped Banqin next to her with her arm.
"Do you think it's funny?" she asked in a low voice.
Banqin groaned, looking puzzled.
Obviously, as long as the lady laughs, Banqin will laugh. As for whether it is funny or not, what does it matter?
"Okay, it's in vain for me to ask." The maid laughed first and patted Banqin's arm.
"Sister Banqin, don't worry." Banqin laughed in a low voice, "Madam, it's rare to have someone who can listen to her. I think anyone who can listen to my lady won't be a bad person."
The maid smiled.
"Even if he is a bad guy, what is there to be afraid of?" She laughed softly, "Only when we see good people are we surprised."
Before he finished speaking, someone poked his head out from the wall next door.
"Your Majesty... Young Master..." The man was a little nervous and shouted in a low voice, "Someone is coming..."
The prince of Jin'an County was also obviously startled and stood up hurriedly.
"Then I'll go first." He said, hurriedly climbing up the ladder and climbing up the wall.
The maid was angry and funny.
"What the hell is this!" she said, not daring to neglect, and helped push the ladder over with Brother Banqin Jin.
Prince Jin'an stood on the wall and Cheng Jiaoniang waved her hand.
The door was knocked.
"What is this?" the maid asked in surprise as she watched the two boys come in carrying a tree.
Qin Langjun walked in behind him on a crutch.
"My wife wants tea from Puxiu Temple." He smiled.
The maid's eyes widened in surprise.
"You dug up all the other people's trees?" she said.
"This is how long it lasts." Qin Langjun smiled and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang, "Do you have any other instructions?"
These days, Cheng Jiaoniang asked Qin Langjun to help with things, first selling wine to the officials in Shenxianju and Taipingju, and then asking for tea from Puxiu Temple.
The former sounds complicated but is actually easy to do. The latter tea sounds simple, but it is really difficult to get it. I don’t know how much effort it took, but it was done, and a tea tree was dug.
You must know that these tea trees were cultivated by Zen Master Minghai himself, and they were regarded as treasures.
"No more for now." Cheng Jiaoniang said, standing up and bowing to express her thanks.
Qin Langjun returned the gift with a smile, his eyes falling on the tea set in front of Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Ma'am, are you having tea right now?" he couldn't help but ask, his eyes falling on the futon on the other side of the table.
Sitting opposite Cheng Jiaoniang, she is obviously not a maid or servant in the family.
Is there a visitor?
"What kind of tea is this?" he asked after sniffing it. It was different from the ones he had in the past.
"It's not your cup of tea." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "If you're fine, please come back."
The order to expel guests was direct and straightforward, Qin Langjun responded with a smile.
"Oh, by the way." Cheng Jiaoniang thought of something else to call him.
Qin Langjun turned around with a smile.
"I heard that you can also shoot arrows?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Why don't you go to Taipingju tomorrow to compete?"
"Okay." Qin Langjun nodded with a smile.
The boys planted tea trees in the backyard. Qin Langjun took his leave and watched the carriage leave. Liu Lang, who was in the teahouse on the street, withdrew his gaze.
"Sir, do you want more tea?" A waiter came over and asked.
Liu Lang looked at the tea bowl in front of him, stood up to relieve his fullness, shook his head, threw down a handful of money with some disappointment, and strode out.
The streets are crowded with people, calling friends to support the elderly and children, chatting and laughing.
Liulang neither led the horse nor looked at the road. He walked through the crowd with his hands behind his back and his head lowered.
When the sky was dark, the boy was awakened by the sound of the crutches. He rubbed his eyes and watched Qin Langjun walking around the room.
"Sir, what do you want?" He quickly got up and asked.
"I want to install two bows." Qin Langjun said, "Where is the pear wood bow from last time?"
The boy quickly got up and went to help find it.
"Sir, didn't you say you'd go there at noon? It's still early..." He couldn't help but said, looking up at the hourglass.
The sun rises early in summer, but it's only a quarter past three.
Qin Langjun's hand stopped for a moment and he also looked at the drip.
"It's still early." He said, with a slightly sluggish look on his face. He put down the things in his hands, walked slowly out on the crutches, and looked at the bright sky. "Why is life so slow?"
