The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 15: Pinch the sheep

When Zhao Yunchu was about to cry but had no tears, Yunyan heard a sound inside, and looked at it, seeing that Zhao Yunchu was holding the jar, and said hello, "Junior brother is here."

Zhao Yunchu said shyly: "Senior brother, I just happened to be at the temple today to see you and bring some milk to Beibei. That...can you get it off?"

"Haha, I just went in to get something, come, I'll take it back." Yun Yanhui and Zhao Yunchu worked together to tear off Bei Bei, put it back in the fence, and poured milk to it.

"Thank you, you're going to spoil it, this guy should be weaned." Yun Yan scratched her head, "I can't greet you today, I'm going up the mountain to collect herbs."

"What to do with the medicine, who is sick?"

"My mother occasionally felt a cold, so the Master wrote a recipe. There were two medicines that happened to be gone. I went to pick them up." Yun Yan turned around and showed him the medicine basket to show that she was not lying. .

No way, Yun Yan has too many criminal records, Zhao Yunchu looked at it and said, "Brother Yan, let me go with you."

"Don't," Yun Yan looked around, "The Master told me that your family had sent someone to follow you secretly, and when I led you up the mountain, didn't you tear me apart?"

Zhao Yunchu also knew this was the case, so he had to say: "Then I will ask someone to help you collect the medicine, you can stay with me."

"..." Yun Yan glanced back at the basket and handed it out, "Why are you so embarrassed..."

Zhao Yunchu immediately called someone and asked Yun Yan to report the name of the medicine, and let someone who knew it go to pick it, while he sat and chatted with Yun Yan Hui on the steps.

Yun Yanhui said while cuddling the panda: "Junior brother, you always run to the temple, do you want to become a monk in the future? If you become a monk, you must build a temple specially for you, right?"

"Is it possible that the new temple is not allowed to be built casually, or is it possible for me to be the abbot of the Daxiangguo Temple?" Zhao Yunchu also thought about it, "But my mother would not let me become a monk."

"There is no mother who would like her son to become a monk. If you are a monk, you must be a good monk, otherwise it is meaningless. But a monk like Master Li, how hard it is." Yun Yan replied.

In recent years, there are not many monks who are completely observant of the precepts and study Buddhism. It is clear that the reason why he has a high status in the temple is precisely because he is a real master. Although there are many irregular monks, the core of a temple must be a real monk.

Zhao Yunchu also sighed, leaning his head on Yun Yanhui's shoulder.

"Oh boy, don't get tired of being crooked," Yun Yanhui shook him away, "what does it look like."

Zhao Yunchu was very aggrieved, because Brother Yan was too double-standard, and their Xiaobao was only two years younger, and they asked him to carry him on his back. .

Yun Yanhui not only double-standard, but also ruthless, the milk is left, the medicine is left, and people can leave. After driving Zhao Yunchu back to the place, he boiled medicine for Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping's health has not been as good as it used to be in the past two years, or because Yun Dalang grieved and hurt her body, so Yun Yanhui has been actively preventing epidemics, lest in this age of underdeveloped medical technology, let his mother be hurt because of her small What happened to the disease.

It's just the recipe that was prescribed this time. After drinking a few sticks, Zheng Ping didn't feel well, so she simply asked for leave for a few days, but unexpectedly, her body became red and swollen.

Yunyan looked back and saw that it was even on her neck. No matter how she looked, her lymph nodes were swollen, so she hurriedly called out to see.

After thinking about it for a long time, I told Zheng Ping to stop sewing.

Ping Zheng didn't say anything, but Yun Yan couldn't understand it. Clearly told him that not only did Zheng Ping grieve excessively after her deceased husband, and she never let it go, otherwise her body should have been conditioned long ago.

It looks very normal on weekdays, except for special occasions, it seems that there is no sadness, but in fact, the grief is pinned on the needle thread, and emotions are put into the Kesi, so the works have become more and more exquisite in recent years.

I didn't understand this at first, but this time I went to the outpatient clinic for treatment, and I only realized after seeing Zheng Ping's half of her works.

Where did Yun Yanhui know that this was still happening? Five years later, he thought that Zheng Ping had given up long ago. If it wasn't because he was too young to speak, he would have wanted to persuade Zheng Ping to find a good person and remarry.

After hearing this, I hurriedly put away the Kesi tools.

"What should I do about this redness? Could you make another prescription?" Yun Yan looked back at it, which was quite scary.

"It's the condensed grief of your mother, and I can't do anything about it. I can't get rid of it when I take medicine." Lingran said.

What the hell, it's obviously a disease, the lymph nodes are swollen, Zheng Ping has been prone to contract cold in recent years, is it possible that there is a problem with the immune system? This is in line with the clear words, in the end, it still affects the mood.

The more Yun Yanhui thought, the more confused she became, and she didn't know how to persuade Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping smiled bitterly, "Thank you Master, I'll find someone to pinch the sheep tomorrow."

Clearly nodded and said, "There are Nanman women in Xiuxiang. They still have some means to deal with this kind of disease, but try it."

"Pinch the sheep? What do you mean?" Yun Yan was confused. He knew that the common people called the lymph nodes the sheep, but he didn't understand what pinching the sheep was.

Zheng Ping couldn't explain the matter. Anyway, she was going to bring Yun Yanhui back tomorrow. Now Yun Yanhui's opinion still has a certain weight at home.

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Yun Yanhui followed Zheng Ping to Xiu Alley, and entered a house built in a narrow slit. In the main room sat an old woman dressed in barbarian clothing.

The so-called Nanman refers to the Miao ethnic group at this time. There are not many in Bianliang, but they have become a little bit of existence in recent years, mainly because they are famous for their special singing and dancing, which has won a lot of popularity. However, it is very contradictory, discriminating against the Miao ethnic group, which is quite divisive.

Zheng Ping greeted the old lady and started to communicate with her.

However, after hearing a couple of sentences, Yun Yan realized that he didn't understand at all. He looked at Zheng Ping in surprise. For several years, he had no idea that Zheng Ping could speak Miao dialect.

The old woman talked to Zheng Ping for a few words, and then sat her down in blunt Chinese.

Yun Yanhui hurriedly squatted to the side.

He saw the old woman glance at him, but didn't say anything. He stretched out his wrinkled hand and put it on Zheng Ping's neck, pinching her lymph nodes while chanting.

Yun Yanhui pricked her ears and listened for a long time before she understood what she said: "Pinch Yang Gong, Pinch Yang Po, strangle the sheep and live the Yang Po..."

After pinching like this twelve times, Fang stopped, and the old woman went to bring a cup of tea for Zheng Ping to drink.

Yunyan stared back at Zheng Ping's neck, but she didn't feel any improvement. He became entangled. This was simply a feudal superstition.

Medicine and witchcraft are still a little bit different these days - I don't even recognize them without seeing them. There are so many strange treatment methods and customs. This one, Yun Yan looked back at it was really unreliable.

But Yun Yanhui didn't dare to say it. When he went back, he carefully suggested it. Why don't you find a few more doctors to take a look. Maybe someone who is good at it can be cured?

Zheng Ping said that this would take seven days, and it would not be too late to talk about it after seven days.

Yun Yan thought back to himself, oh, you guys still have a course of treatment, well, let's pinch first, he will ask the doctor on the other side.

At this time, I remembered the Miao language that Zheng Ping said, and asked, "Mother, what did you say to that mother-in-law? Why can't I understand it?"

"That's Miao dialect, I learned it from others." Zheng Ping took it over lightly, not wanting to explain it to Yun Yan.

Yun Yan was worried about her illness and didn't ask any further questions.

After returning, Yun Yanhui also inquired about a few doctors in Bianliang, but before they could get in touch, Zheng Ping's side actually worked. She went to the old Miao woman in Xiuxiang every day to pinch the sheep. After seven days, the sheep was really swollen.

Going to Ran's place again to take a look, I also nodded and said okay, okay.

Yunyan was messy in the wind, and no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't remember the subtlety of the old woman's technique, but it really worked.

However, no matter whether it is a black cat or a white cat, if it catches mice, it is a good cat. Maybe there is a principle that can be explained by modern technology. Yun Yanhui can only sigh about the extraordinary aspirations of the ancient people.