Yang Yizhong looked at the pile of medicinal materials in front of him and blinked.
In order to prevent possible interested parties from prying into the details of intrauterine medication, he personally selected two teams and led people to collect all the medicinal materials related to typhoid fever in the Chengnan medicinal material warehouse, each weighing fifty taels. They can be used as large and small packages for real distribution.
In front of him, as a person who couldn't even tell the difference between Ephedra and Bupleurum, let alone picking out which pile was Qianghuo and which was Solitary Worker, he was still stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. And this shock made him fiercely
Pan Guozhang, who was staring at him, saw the flaw.
"I have long heard people say that Commander Yang is loyal and unrivaled by others. I have learned the lesson today. But Commander, don't forget. You can slowly choose from the medical books here, but the official's illness cannot afford to delay it.
!" The anger in Pan Guozhang's eyes almost turned into reality - it was obvious that his character was doubted and his professional level was insulted, but he was worried about the reputation of the Imperial City Division and did not dare to break up with him. Comparing one's feelings, if one did not mention the official family
With these two words, Yang Yizhong almost felt a sense of pity.
However, at this moment, he just said in a calm tone: "In that case, please ask Medical Officer Pan to confirm that if there are no missing medicinal materials, wait until the doctor from the Royal Pharmacy Bureau here weighs the ingredients and then send them to prepare the prescription."
"——Ginseng, mint, poria, pinellia... It's quite complete." Pan Yongshou carefully identified the circle, snorted, and barely squeezed out recognition through his teeth. Yang Yi relaxed slightly and waved.
He waved his hand and signaled the long-awaited squad members to start picking up the medicine. For a moment, from the trusted commander standing behind him to the servants in green who accidentally entered the scene and were ordered not to leave, a whole courtyard of people who dared not leave seemed to be relieved.
It is the same as the method of restraint in "Journey to the West: Conquering Demons". Some people give orders in a hurry, while others respond carefully with smiles and flattery. They call for inventory, transportation and sweeping, and they immediately get busy or pretend to be busy.
But the father of the imperial concubine looked at the crowd of people who had intentionally or unintentionally avoided the center of the little storm in the middle of the courtyard, and finally couldn't swallow his breath. "The official family was in its prime in the Spring and Autumn Period. Occasionally, it is infected with the current qi. If it is diagnosed and treated in time, it will not be a serious problem." He said.
He turned around and glanced at Yang Yizhong up and down, and sneered, "It's Mr. Yang, I see how enthusiastic you are - it's a pity that there is still a white alum and a southern star here, otherwise I would have to carefully prepare a serving of Yuzhi for Mr. Yang
Pill, isn’t it suitable for both public and private matters?”
Having said that, Pan Guozhang walked away without even waiting for Yang Yizhong's reply.
"Puch."
Yang Yizhong turned around and looked at the doctor from the Royal Pharmacy Bureau who was not far away and was coaxed and coaxed by the Imperial City Secretary to supervise the selection and brewing of medicine. Under his sight, he immediately cowered his neck like a frightened quail and tried to lower his presence.
He couldn't help but sigh. He didn't have to memorize "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Sheng Hui Fang" like the other party to understand that Pan Yongshou was scolding him for having phlegm syndrome. But he immediately turned around and pressed
Tired, he continued to stare at the squad members weighing the medicinal materials, leaving the doctor behind - he had sworn long ago that this time, from selecting the medicinal materials to boiling the pot, not a single step would escape his eyes.
, how can I care about such a trivial offense.
"Thirty taels of Zhigancao!"
He had asked for prescriptions before, and memorized the prescriptions. Licorice was the main ingredient among these dozen herbs, which harmonized the exterior and interior, and had a sweet taste.
And that person... must also like desserts. As soon as he came out of the well, he was thinking about ice cream. But Mrs. Pan made it herself, and in the end, the other person didn't even touch a morsel. She actually shared all the desserts that the beauty had worked so hard to make.
It was given to the soldiers of the Red Heart Team. As far as Yang Yizhong knows, if the current Red Heart Team gathers people to drink in private, drinks at a high place, ranks seniority, and boasts about their merits, there will always be one or two old men jumping out and showing off that they have tasted the palace.
He was personally rewarded by the noble man, and blew the taste of ice cream to the sky. But the tacit understanding between his colleagues for many years made him well aware that Liu Yan, who did not say a word every time in the Imperial City Division report and was only responsible for the checkout, was actually the same as him.
I don’t want to hear the word ice cream anymore.
The turbulent imperial court fled south in panic, and the golden men who followed them were pressing closer. The "amnesiac" emperor shared some snacks and stayed overnight in the camp of the Red Heart Team to show that he shared the joys and sorrows with everyone, but instead aroused the rebellious thoughts of the ignorant fool.
.Counterinsurgency, appeasement, anxiety about one's personal fate, and overwhelming fear. In the eyes of those who truly knew the overall situation, that night was truly indescribable.
That night, Yang Yizhong made up his mind across the tent.
Three kinds of adjuvant medicines: Ligusticum rhizome to promote blood circulation, Poria cocos to remove dampness, and ginseng to reverse the flow of water to strengthen the root and help the vitality.
While crossing the Huai River on a snowy boat, the man's words made the young censor Zhongcheng burst into tears. Yang Yizhong looked at the other man's figure blankly, feeling that the metal discs with strange patterns hidden under his body seemed to be heated by the man's words.
, vaguely corresponding to the boiling blood in his heart. The moment the boat left the shore, he understood that even if he never believed in strange powers and gods, a miracle really came from the well that autumn and opened his eyes in front of him.
Later, everyone said that his old superior Zhang Jun and Zhang Boying were fond of money and good at gambling, and had achieved wealth and fame for a lifetime with Caicheng. But only Yang Yizhong knew that he had observed, suspected, and hesitated, but as early as in Mingdao Palace, he had
With the words "One Thought and Four Words", the fate of the country for nearly two hundred years of the Song Dynasty was entrusted to God's will.
Fortunately, God's will has not failed.
"Thirty taels each of Bupleurum, Pediculus, Platycodon, and Fructus Aurantii need to be removed!"
The four-flavored ministerial medicine helps to relieve the symptoms and regulate the lungs, and relieve the sluggish Qi in the chest.
The battle of Yaoshan shocked the world. At that time, he had just recovered from his new injury, so he accompanied the man to carry the stacks of white papers with book titles to the newly built temple in the back mountain like water. This was a boring and repetitive task, and it didn't take long.
He was as familiar with the temple as the imperial tent. As the imperial camp casualty statistics were constantly updated, the number of names that the man had to copy became more and more, so he took the imperial squad to take the responsibility of going from the tent to the mountainside temple.
After the local civilian craftsmen gradually spread the news about the emperor's personal memorial tablet, the nearby people from the families of the Western Army got the news and came over in twos and threes to worship in advance. As long as they did not go towards the imperial tent, that person would not
Let them stop them, and eventually more and more soldiers from the Western Army came to worship, and Qu Duan even asked Qi Duan to report military information and came to visit. According to Ban Zhi who was present, Qu Duanjin, who had made great contributions this time, came to worship.
He walked into the temple gate, rarely saying a word, only looking for familiar names, and stayed inside for half an hour.
One day he had just delivered a new stack of lists. Because this list included the imperial banzhi who had died in the battle under his command, he stayed for a while longer, trying to figure out where these gods would be placed according to the carving progress of the craftsmen.
The location. After he roughly estimated the direction, thinking that nothing happened before him, he started chatting with an old craftsman who had just changed his shift.
After a chat, I found out that the craftsman came from Xihe Road. He had three sons and five grandsons in his family. The eldest son and two grandsons died in the early years of the king's affairs. During the Battle of Yaoshan, the second son was sent to be a civilian husband, and the third son followed Liu Jinglue, while he himself
He became a craftsman accompanying the army, leaving only his old wife and several daughters-in-law to take care of his three young grandchildren.
The craftsman was old and dazzled, and could not clearly see the fine armor on his body, nor did he know his identity. He only felt that the Linzhou accent he specially brought was somewhat friendly, and he thought he was also a Western soldier who came to pay homage to his comrades nearby.
The young man actually talked to him for a long time, telling him about the ferocity of the Jin people in the past, how he missed his old wife, young children and grandchildren at home, and finally asked him to find out the whereabouts of his third son - there was a rumor that Liu Jinglue's army was defeated, and he was worried day and night.
Worried about his third son.
He knew that Liu Xi's remnant army on Xihe Road was resting nearby. If there was still no news at this moment, the old craftsman's son was most likely to be in trouble. But looking at the expectant eyes of the other party, he was in a dilemma and could not think of what to do.
Open your mouth.
The old craftsman heard that he was silent for a long time, squinted his eyes to see his expression, then sighed, and gave him an ugly smile, "Young man, I have asked many people recently, and I probably know what happened in my heart.
It's over. You don't need to bother making up words to coax me. My son, if my son is really gone, then I will carve these tablets carefully every day to carve my son. I want to tell him that they are official.
The official's name has not been forgotten."
His heart was shaken, and he raised his eyes to look at the memorial tablets around the patio. He suddenly thought of his grandfather and father who had written their own names to summon souls for burial. He was momentarily absent-minded and could only hear the craftsman murmuring sideways to the Hou Dan statue,
"We couldn't win in previous years, but the officials won as soon as they came. My son, don't worry, this time, the real dragon emperor finally led us to defeat the Jin people. The old man heard what the military scholars said, from now on
Then we can have a peaceful year..."
He couldn't bear to listen anymore, so he made an excuse to miss the time to return to camp. He clasped his fists and turned around to leave the temple. But as soon as he went out, he found the man standing silently outside the temple. He didn't know how long he had been listening outside the temple.
He quickly apologized, and the man casually waved his hand and asked him to stand up, but looked at him for a long time without saying a word, and finally said: "Zhengfu, this temple is dedicated to the god of those who died in the battle in Yao Mountain. As for Jingkang,
People who have sacrificed their lives for the country since then, such as Bachelor Li Ruoshui, your father and ancestors, and countless other people who have sacrificed their lives - I have long planned to hold a grand memorial ceremony in Tokyo in the future."
His heart felt sour, and he bent down to worship, but felt relieved in his chest, knowing that the man had guessed what he had thought before. This time the Lou family was crowned, and if his grandfather was alive in heaven, he could rest in peace. And in the battle of Yaoshan,
The attack and defense turned into a stalemate. Just as the craftsman said, the land that his father and ancestors had protected should have peaceful years in the future.
The two herbs are used to dispel wind and cold, strengthen the body and eliminate evil.
For several years in Bianliang, he looked at the increasingly crowded Tokyo city, thinking about the newly restored Han family's hometown in Xingqing Prefecture. He led the imperial city to seize the family and seize people without scruples. When he went to court, he dared to look directly into Da Zongzheng's eyes.
He believed that he was worthy of Zhao's country and country. Only once in the fifth year of Jianyan's reign did he lower his head and be extremely respectful in front of the newly returned Queen Mother at Baimadu. He allowed a trace of pity as thin as morning mist to pass through his heart, but
I couldn't help but laugh at myself for my hypocrisy.
Because in the final analysis, whether it was the noble Queen Mother or the ardent mother standing in front of him, holding hands and asking questions, he essentially didn't care.
And so did that person.
When the other party told him to go to meet the Queen Mother first, his tone was calm and his expression was calm. There was no hint of self-consciousness or guilt in his voice.
And after turning around in the afternoon, he turned away from everyone and explained the Queen Mother's makeup and clothing one by one. Finally, his selfishness that should have been left in the dark took over. He looked up at the other party, wanting to confirm that he was accomplices in the face of the upcoming test.
Are you ready?
The man looked back, his expression as usual, and said a warm word of hard work to Yang Yizhong like every day in the past, and then waved him to leave. Under the skylight of the hall, the man and the red robe and gold belt almost blended into one.
, like a born emperor.
But the next day before the White Horse Crossing, the other party pulled out a sharp knife from his waist, cut off the emperor's robe, and made a shocking declaration, vowing to be incompatible with the prosperity of Henan in the old Song Dynasty. In his passionate words, he expressed his gratitude to the billions of people in both rivers.
He was concerned about the livelihood of the people, and was so disgraceful that he did not look like an official who should rule the world together with the scholar-bureaucrats.
That person didn’t care that the innocent noble daughter of the clan was snatched away, but that person didn’t give him face when the blood relative of this body returned to the queen mother. From Zhang Rong of Liangshanbo who entered the list of orphans to the maidservant in Tokyo City, it became a case where the prime minister had an affair with him.
Facts have proved time and time again that the other party's focus is completely different from that of the world. Since the autumn of the first year of Jianyan, Yang Yizhong has left some of the words of the sages behind, and since the original learning was passed down, he even
He began to doubt whether any of the great Confucian sages of the past dynasties really understood the Great Way. But when that person held the Yuetai Grand Ceremony, Yang Yizhong looked at the countless nameless and famous tablets, and recalled the patio in the Yaoshan Temple.
God listens to the people, and God sees to the people.
Sages are born with this knowledge, so they can know whether the twelve crowns are evil or...
But after all, there are no saints in the world, and it is not like Lu Gongxiang wants to become a saint immediately - even if he becomes a saint, he may not know more than Yang Yizhong. If that person cuts his finger, it will bleed, and he needs food when he is hungry, so restrain him
It should still be the law of the world.
So he found the newly revised laws and regulations of Xingtong, and asked people to collect many strange essays such as "Ten Continents" and "Youyang Zazu". Late at night, he listened to the man's breathing and took inventory of Xingtong.
The punishment for evil spirits hiding in the emperor's body and for those who fail to report what they know.
Weary of victory, fearful of suppression, regicide, conspiracy... The first offender and his accomplices may have traveled more than a large distance or traveled three thousand miles.
He had always suppressed these thoughts in his heart, refusing to let bizarre imaginations and fears invade his day. But when the situation came to a head, he was in a comatose palace. The emperor's prescription was said to be to strengthen the body and dispel evil.
So, which one is good and which one is evil?
Who... is worthy of being your king?
But there was something unique about Jun's medicine - he lowered his eyes slightly, unwilling to continue staring at the light brown tuber on the scale that made him anxious just by its name, and he did not dare to really let it out of sight.
If you live alone, who should live?
He knows his own mind.
The long process of selecting and weighing medicinal materials is finally over. The doctor from the Royal Pharmacy Bureau has turned around and walked in the direction of the Jianping Pharmacy under the escort of a Ban Zhi. Yang Yizhong held up the weighed medicines in front of the others.
Ban Zhi, who was waiting for his instructions on the medicinal materials, nodded and motioned for them to follow him. He also stood up and gave a deep order to one of the two trusted commanders who were also waiting for his orders before heading to the medicine decoction station.
"Keep an eye on the Pan family for me. If there is any unusual movement, report it immediately."
The commander sang in a respectful voice, accepted the order and left.
But of course he knew the other party's true thoughts - if it was an ordinary family, and the young master's illness was not cured yet, but his relatives went to death to offend the doctor who came to treat him, then there would be relatives and friends who would come out and say good words without money, so take it easy.
Cheeks are smooth. What's more, the doctor is still a cheap father-in-law. Although he is a close servant in the office every day, how can he compare with the warm fragrance of nephrite in the same bed.
Another confidant commander who he sent out to investigate two days ago but found nothing had already advised him without any secret: "The commander is loyal and devoted to the country, and he sacrifices himself for the country, which is admired by his subordinates. But after all, we can't be close to each other, and Medical Officer Pan
He is the biological father of the imperial concubine. No one can control the holy family members more than his humble opinion. No matter how powerful the holy family members are, if he offends the nobles in the palace, under his pillow for many years..."
He still remembered that the man looked at his expressionless face and started to murmur, and his words of criticism against Chengyu gradually died down. In the end, he said in a panic: "It's a subordinate who is talking nonsense. A wise official will not be like this."
.The subordinates are confused, but their loyalty to the officials and the rulers is a lesson from heaven..."
He reprimanded the other party with a straight face for a quarter of an hour, blaming the monarch and his ministers for their righteousness. Finally, he said a few words of comfort, which could be regarded as comforting his most trusted commander. When he turned around, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Thinking of the word "pillow" again, he just
I felt that it was unspeakably ridiculous, and I didn't know for a moment whether I should be glad that my true relationship with that person was well hidden from everyone in the Imperial City Division, or whether I should be completely despairing of the judgment ability of my most trusted subordinate.
However, he had learned from his past mistakes, and no one tried to persuade him to change his mind again. There was only a sound of admiration and praise from all the officials in the Imperial City in front of him - Yang Tongzhi was unspeakably loyal, not afraid of his relatives and powerful people, and did not hesitate to sacrifice himself for the country. He was a righteous man.
He is a role model for our generation. But after the news spread, Li Guang, Ma Shen and others, who usually regarded him as the claws of a hawk and a dog, looked at him with a complicated look these days - although the Imperial City Secretary who should be remonstrated with was beheaded for disturbing the people.
Not only was there no shortage of discounts, but it was even more urgent.
He understands that they are all ministers of a loyal and loyal country.
In the dramas of later generations, that man was regarded as a wise and powerful official, and the Xianggong and Yushi in the Jinluan Palace were all loyal and good people in the world. Han Yue, Li Zhang, and the emperor Fenghu Yunlong, and someone like him must have whitened his face.
, dress up carefully.
Under the stage, most of the scoundrels would laugh and curse, but Taoists would sigh a few times, lamenting that the unworthy descendants of Yang Yizhong had insulted the name of Lao Ling Gong's ancestors.
He understands everything.
He cared.
He was even jealous.
Yue Fei and Yue Pengju. At first, he had a very absurd guess, but he soon realized that his guess was not true. But that man was surprisingly trusting of Hebei Yong Gengzi. After falling into the well, he was the first person to ask.
Yanling Changshe took away his family and his life again. Later, Yang Yizhong took advantage of the fate of serving the country with loyalty, carefully observed Yue Pengju, and deliberately got close to the general who had the most prosperous sage. The other party also reciprocated and took the initiative to talk about cooperation.
After the experience of suppressing Li Cheng, he obviously also wanted to make friends with him, a close minister of the emperor. Although he understood in just a few words that this person was serious and serious in nature and was by no means a smooth and sycophantic person, he still felt a little inexplicable disappointment and injustice.
.
Later, the number of reports from the Imperial City Division on his case was piling up, Yue Jiedu's reputation for military management became more and more widespread, and the official family's trust in this man became deeper and deeper. After Xia was exterminated, he was almost truly convinced. However,
After the emperor patrolled the river last year, he listened to Liu Yan, who was accompanying him, recount his experiences in a rare few sentences. He also sent a letter personally written by Zhang Jun. He pieced together the truth from Liu Yan's troubled expression and the vague complaints in the letter from his old boss.
On the third day after receiving the letter, he couldn't help it anymore and once again violated the rules he had set for himself. He persuaded the man to think twice at night when political affairs should never be brought up. He even prepared himself to be asked again, "Be a good minister."
?' preparation.
But what was unreasonable and what he vaguely expected was that the man didn't care at all, and didn't even notice the difference in what Yang Yizhong mentioned this time. He just treated it as a casual chat like in the past, and his tone was as it should be.
When talking about Yue Pengju and his army, he showed off his favorite toys like a child. After saying this, he felt a little embarrassed and asked him instead what his ideal army should look like.
"Whatever is forbidden will be conquered." He hesitated for a moment, and while scorning his intention to use his knowledge of the person to deliberately elicit a response from the other person, he gave a rather boring answer.
Not surprisingly, the man actually laughed.
It's not sarcasm, there's no malice in it, but there's definitely a hint of arrogance that would go unnoticed by those who are not very familiar with this official.
She's laughing at him, she's laughing at them, she's laughing at the world.
And he recognized this kind of smile.
In fact, all the ministers close to the emperor recognized him, but they had a tacit agreement not to mention it to outsiders. Even one time when this smile appeared, he paid special attention to the expressions of Privy Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun, and Lu Hao when he asked Duke Lu, and he noticed their subtle expressions.
Body language changes.
He looked away and confirmed that everyone was aware of it.
Later, Shangshu Lin who was present looked at him, and there was even sympathy in his eyes.
He still doesn't want to think about the meaning of that sympathy, and he doesn't know how much this former bachelor, who is known to be thoughtful and understands the thoughts of officials best, has guessed how much of that person's origins and how much of the relationship between him and that person has become clear.
Relationship. But the other party never mentioned it. Occasionally they met on official business, and they were always distant and polite. Anyway, the other party did not include the biography of Han Yan or Han Zigao in the invitation to visit, and the gifts during the New Year were only ordinary pen and ink books, so he could deceive himself and others.
, pretending not to know.
Just as he recovered his thoughts, he heard the other party's laughter stop and then spoke.
"No, Zhengfu. It is good to carry out orders and prohibitions, but it is not enough. The army in my heart has no distinction between military and civilian origins. They are all children of the people. They will freeze to death without tearing down their houses, and starve to death without looting. I know
Why do you fight and use your arms to make the world unjust, not for one family? Therefore, you want to relieve the people and attack Jie and Zhou——"
"Wherever the banner reaches, the people eat pots of pulp to welcome the king's army." He imagined the appearance of this army and softly echoed the emperor's final words.
The man laughed again, this time from the bottom of his heart, and nodded. There was light in his eyes, with memories, nostalgia, approval, hope, and the light of comrades - that was probably the light that ascended to the ordinary world thirty-three days ago.
The light, the light that made him ignore it - then turned his head and looked at him seriously, telling him that Yue Pengju and his Yue Family Army were... the team closest to what he wanted.
Yang Yizhong once again confirmed that he would never understand him and Yue Pengju. But he was no longer jealous.
Because Yue Jiedu will never understand the side of Zhao Jiu. Lieutenant Yue can meet the officials who know their fate and can become the emperor's master in the heart of the emperor. If Yue Pengju goes too far, he dares to say that he has the same heart and mind as the emperor and is a comrade. But.
Those secrets that belong to people and belong to Zhao Jiu can only be seen by Yang Yizhong.
Only he could see the way the man swallowed a word and didn't bother to hide it in front of him when he changed his words.
He looked at the Banzhi who were holding medicinal materials and had walked a few steps away, and then he said calmly to the only remaining closest subordinate:
"Also, keep an eye on Ningde Palace and... Chengping Palace for me."
Hearing this, his subordinate suddenly raised his head and looked at him with unbelievable eyes. But Yang Yizhong stared at him expressionlessly for several breaths like last time. The man swallowed and did not refute after all. He crossed his hands and saluted.
Leave quietly.
They didn't know that he had no capital to take risks. They didn't know that he had gambled once and had already spent his entire life and two hundred years of luck on the Song Dynasty.
In the previous victory or defeat, God's will has never been against him. But Yang Yizhong has self-awareness. Even the protagonist in the play and the legend in the history books cannot be so favored by God that he will win the second time if he bets the world.
Back then, there was a traitor from the Red Heart Team who was tied to the ground and was kneeling aside. His face under the firelight was a mixture of fear and dissatisfaction. When he asked him about the reason for his rebellion, he still spoke out in self-defense.
Already finished - he never wanted to believe it that time, so he thought about the four words "hatred of country and family" in his mind and gave it a try.
Two days ago, the doctor who withheld the specific information and only asked Fang Zi to inquire about his condition, seeing that his face was really ugly, actually advised him that life and death were at stake, and his manpower might be limited. When he said one sentence, Ban Zhi, who was following him, almost pulled his head.
Knife, he smiled instead, waved his hands behind his back, turned and left - this time he refused to believe it even more, but there were four other words stabbed in his heart, which he couldn't afford to fight.
He quickened his pace and caught up with Ban Zhi who was holding the medicine. He watched as the cooked branches, stems, roots and leaves fell into a clean pottery pot. Water was poured in, and the soup rolled out into tiny bubbles and hot steam. The water vapor and the aroma of the medicine were leaking out.
Invading the collar of his temples. He was right. He stared at every step of the brown-black soup from taking it out of the pot to putting it in the jar, and then took out the silver spoon.
That day he tried to suppress the drowsiness caused by the decoction, pieced together pieces while half asleep and half awake, and tried hard to conjure up a prototype of the evil spirit in his mind, but he couldn't do it.
He only saw light and Zhao Jiu's smiling eyes.
That man was arrogant and self-willed, sometimes unreasonable, his temper was getting better with each passing day, and he believed in many strange rules. He was never polite when he ordered Yang Yizhong during the day, and he did not tell him his origins at night.
"Commander, Lin Shangshu left half an hour ago."
Yang Yizhong put down the silver spoon and medicine jar in his hand again and blinked.
"Prepare your horses and go to the residence of Prime Minister Zhang Shu in the West Prefecture."
That man is unique and unparalleled in the world.
(over)
Note:
The prescription used in the article to treat typhoid fever is set as the Ginseng Baidu Powder formula, which comes from the second volume of "Taiping Huimin Heji Bureau Prescriptions" compiled by the Imperial Medical Bureau of the Song Dynasty.
The original text is as follows:
Ginseng Baidu Powder: cures typhoid qi, headache and strong nape, strong heat and aversion to cold, restless body pain, cough due to cold, heavy nasal congestion, wind-phlegm headache, vomiting, cold and heat, all of them can be cured.
Remove the seedlings), Duhuo (remove the seedlings).
The above ten flavors, thirty taels each, are made into coarse powder. Take two qian each time with a glass of water. Add a little ginger and mint, fry them together for seven minutes, and remove the dross. It doesn’t matter the time. If it’s cold, take it hot. If it’s hot, take it warm.
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Yuzhiwan comes from the fourth volume of this book.
Ginseng Baidu Powder is still used in contemporary times, and it should be a classic prescription for treating colds, as can be seen in the "Series of New Clinical Applications of Ancient Traditional Chinese Medicine Books - The Essence of Taiping Huimin and Jiju Prescriptions" (Guizhou Science and Technology Press, 2007).