C7 Sixteen coins of isatis indigotica

In fact, Mr. Hu is usually very healthy, work and rest also very regular. In the morning, he would dance while practicing calligraphy. In the afternoon, he would play chess and read some books. It was good to practice his body and mind. It was a pity that they were either afraid of Cao Cao's pursuit or had to jump over mountains. Moreover, they had discovered a huge secret last night. They couldn't sleep at night, so they had a shameful cold and a fever.

Scholars at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty were not as "scum" as they were at the end of the Qing Dynasty, nor were they powerless at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Of course, they did not have the fighting strength of the Tang Dynasty when they wrote poems, played with swords, and seemed to drink wine. Six skills for a gentleman, shooting three shots and defending four times. This was all physical work, how could one do well without a healthy and robust physique! Moreover, the number one saint of ancient times, Kong Qiu, "The Great Sage Kong", < Lu family's Spring and Autumn >? A careful look? Caution big "records:" Confucius strength, the gate of the whole country "," Huainan Zi? The sermon also recorded, "Confucius' strength shall lead to the pass of the kingdom." This was referring to the fact that Mr. Kong Da Sheng's strength could move the gates of the capital. The matter of him trying to pry open the city gate was also recorded in the book, "Mo Zi?" In the novel, it was said that Lu Xiang and Ji Sun had a conflict with Lu Jun. They wanted to escape out of the city, but the guards wouldn't let them go. At the critical moment, Kong Great Sage went up and used a pillar to pry open the city gate, allowing Ji Sun to escape successfully. Furthermore, Great Sage Kong's height and image were not all those "amiable" old men in libraries and textbooks. In the Confucius family's book, it was written, "Confucius is nine feet long and six inches long. People say that he is a 'senior' but he is different." According to today's conversion, a foot of the Zhou Dynasty is about 0. 23 meters. Confucius was up to 2. 208 meters, is this still an amiable old man? With such an NBA standard figure, how could the Confucian scholars of the Han Dynasty, who were only a short time away from the Warring States of Spring and Autumn, be weak to the point of being scum.

Even though he didn't want to see her, Xu Shu was still considered a scholar. He loved to dance with sabers and spears when he was young, and had even helped others to kill people before.

Back to the main topic.

The giant took the cold water off his chair and replaced it with a bowl of hot water. He cast a worried glance at Hu Zhao, whose face was flushed and drenched in cold sweat, then left without a word. Madam Hu was the only one left, holding an ice sack in one hand and wiping the sweat off of Hu Zhao with the other.

Closing the door behind him, he found little Hu Dan standing outside. When she curiously squatted down, she saw that her face was covered in tears, just like two lines of water. He's good at fighting and killing, but he's never done this kind of thing to coax little girls.

"Green Rhino you …" Don't cry. Madam said that Teacher only has the chills. It's fine. " He tried to organize his words.

"Oh." Little Hu Dan looked at him dumbly, still crying.

"If you cry like this, Madame will be worried."

This sentence seemed to have some effect. Little Hu quickly withdrew his tear ducts and frantically wiped his face with his sleeve, trying to explain: "I …" I'm not crying, it's just... "I can't control my tears. It came down by itself …" After that, he burped.

His heart ached, but he didn't dare to wipe the tears off Little Hu's face. He was afraid that he would be too careless and hurt her. A hand reached over and patted the giant man's back. When he turned around, he saw that it was the little Daoist boy from the Cyan Bull. Although he was squatting down, the Daoist boy could not pat him on the shoulder. Not to mention that the little kid was holding a bowl of soup, fearing that he would spill it. The temple boy ignored the dubious look in his eyes and said, "Get out of the way, you're blocking the way."

"Oh." The giant man obediently got up and made way. The basin of cold water in his hand didn't have the slightest trace of ripples. The temple boy's eyes twitched when he saw this. What kind of good hand strength was this? However, after a mountain, they stopped them. They obediently got up. But, little Hu Dan was not so easy to fool. When she saw that the Daoist boy was about to enter, she quickly spread her arms in front of the door and suspiciously asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Medicine." The Azure Ox Daoist said indifferently.

"Medicine?" Little Hu widened his eyes in disbelief. "You fried it?"

"Or did you fry it?" The Daoist boy felt that she was speaking nonsense.

Little Hu wanted to ask a few more questions, but the Daoist boy had already bypassed her and started knocking on the door. When Madam Hu, who was in the room, said, "Come in," the temple boy pushed open the door and entered.

Madam Hu initially thought it was her daughter when she heard the knock on the door, but when she turned around, she was surprised to find that it was her Taoist temple host, the Green Ox Holy Man. Out of etiquette, she gently placed the ice sack on Hu Zhao's forehead, stood up, and asked, "Master, what's the matter?" Only then did he see the bowl of soup in the hands of the Daoist Priest.

To a woman who was still full of maternal love, the Daoist boy put away his usual absurdity and solemnly replied: "This is a recipe left by my Master for the cold. I have already cooked it. If Madam believes me, you can help him feed it." She was afraid that Madam Hu would not believe her, so she added on at the end, "This medicine has been circulating in the village for several years already, and countless patients have been cured."

Madam Hu smiled in astonishment and asked doubtfully, "May I ask, what is this medicinal formula?" Moreover, Qing Niu remembered that the Daoist Child Qing Niu was so young and that the recipe was left behind by his master, so it was normal that he did not know about it. Then he added, "If you don't know, then forget it."

"The main thing is, 'Isatis' costs sixteen dollars, while Qiang lives eight dollars'." The green ox Taoist slowly said, "This Isatis' taste is bitter and cold. The utility model has the functions of clearing away heat and detoxifying, cooling blood and relieving swelling, and promoting swallowing. The main treatment of exogenous fever, warm disease, first onset, throat swelling pain; warm poison spots, gills, pill poison, bloated, and so on, while Qiangqiang treatment of exogenous cold, headache without sweat, oil seal cold, cold and dampness, hydrofeng swelling, ulcer and swelling and poison, and other pain. "But 'three parts poison', so I only put a small amount on the trail to help mister recover."

If this had been said by some famous doctor in Xu City, she would have immediately given the water to her husband without any hesitation. Even if it was the doctor from Ying Chuan, she was still a six year old daoist child in this three hundred li of land … Madam Hu was beginning to feel conflicted. It seemed like Little Hu's dilemma was inherited from her mother.

The Daoist boy was not sad nor angry. He stood on his tiptoes to place the bowl of medicine on the table and said, "The snow medicine is cooling fast. Madam should remember to give it to Mister long ago." He turned and left.

The Green Cow Daoist left straightforwardly, making Madam Hu feel ashamed. The host was sincere, yet she thought of him as a thief and kept his guard up. She got up in a hurry and wanted to ask the Daoist boy to stay, but the boy seemed to have expected that she would give chase. He walked away quickly with his feet covered in oil and disappeared into the distance. Only little Hu Dan and Liu Zhu looked at each other, speechless...

Madam Hu had no choice but to pick up the bowl. The hesitation in her heart had returned. She carefully called for Little Hu and asked, "Qing Shen, does your father usually teach you medical books?"

Little Hu raised his hand and said, "There are the Yellow Emperor's Classics, the Emperor's Classic, the Bian Que Sutra, the Bian Que Sutra, the Bai Family's Sutra, the Bai Family's Sutra, the Unwritten Sutra, and the Fifty-second Sick Formula."

Madam Hu felt some hope. "How many books have you read?"

Little Hu shook his head and said, "I've never read one."

Madam Hu, "…"

It wasn't Madam Hu's fault. People usually didn't know what the word "Isatis Blue" meant. But why would the herbalist know the word "Isatis Blue" and still be able to preserve medicinal herbs? This was because "Isatis Blue" also had a very high-end and grandiose name, called "indigowoad root".

That's right, it was the legendary "Bland Root Granules" that could cure anything …

However, not everything could be cured with indigowoad root. It was only a type of medicine used to prevent detoxification. Moreover, there was a certain degree of toxicity to it when used too much. But 50 grams of Isatis Blue and 25 grams of Qiang live can indeed cure the cold. The 16 and 8 coins mentioned by the Green Bull Taoist boy were converted into the current 3 grams according to the ancient 1 coin.

"Little Jun …" Hu Zhao suddenly shouted from the sickbed.

Madam Hu hurried over with a bowl of medicine while Little Hu stood behind her.

"Darling, how are you?"

"Medicine..." Hu Zhao's face turned even redder as he struggled to speak. "Give me Master's medicine …"

This... Madam Hu was in a dilemma, but when she saw that the man on Hu Zhao's forehead had quickly melted the ice bag, she quickly handed the medicine bowl to Little Hu Dan, took the ice bag away, and carefully wiped it with a dry handkerchief. Then, he sat on the bed and reached out his hand towards the back of Hu Zhao's neck, slowly lifting him up, "Green Rhino, bring me the medicine."

Little Hu Dan obediently handed over the medicine bowl.

Madam Hu served Hu Zhao and drank all the medicine in one go. He wiped the corner of his mouth and carefully helped him lie down before pulling up the blanket. "Take the bowl to Longevity," he said, "and send it to the Master after you wash it. Remember to thank me. "

"Oh." Little Hu nodded and left.