Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3934 There is a way

Mu Zichuan nodded slightly, and said, "At the pond at the entrance of the village, I just went to fetch water, and he led the horse out of the yard. We had a few words."

"Oh!" Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Fengtang asked me to tell you that you should not work too hard at home, your body is the most important thing, and sometimes you should take a good rest." Mu Zichuan said again.

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up happily, and her eyes were full of sweetness.

Her sweetness is the sweetness between her and Luo Fengtang.

For him, Mu Zichuan, he is an outsider.

Thinking of this, Mu Zichuan turned sideways and cast his gaze on the pot table.

He walked to the pot and lifted the lid, scooped out the red bean and millet porridge inside, ready to wash the pot and wash the dishes, and prepare for the noon meal.

Yang Ruoqing came over and said: "Leave these jobs to me when I come. You can go to that room and have a look, maybe the godmother has any orders."

But Mu Zichuan didn't give way, and while he buried his head in washing the dishes, he said, "It's okay, I'll go over right after I finish washing this first."

Yang Ruoqing looked at his handsome appearance, and felt that things were right and wrong.

This person really wants to grow up and mature, but the price of this growth is often very cruel.

"Did the godmother sleep well last night? Nothing else happened at night, right?" she asked again.

Mu Zichuan shook his head: "Sleeping very quietly, but I know she must be half faking it and doesn't want me to know, but she doesn't know that I have to get up several times at night to listen."

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

The godmother must be uncomfortable with this disease.Especially the later the period, the more uncomfortable it is. In modern times, various special medicines are used to control it.

But even so, it is still in vain in the end, except for a lucky few.

In this ancient times when medical treatment is very backward, it is conceivable.

"My mother must be in pain. I often hear her yelling at night when she is stuffed in the quilt, but I can't help her, and I can't take this pain for her..."

Having said that, Mu Zichuan paused, his voice a little choked up.

Mu Zichuan suddenly found that there was no movement from Yang Ruoqing.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at her, and saw that she was standing there, her eyes looking out of the window with a fuzzy look, but with one hand, she was gently rubbing and sketching on the yellow clay surface in front of her.

"Qing'er?" Mu Zichuan couldn't help calling her.

Yang Ruoqing's eyeballs suddenly moved, "Yes!" she said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Mu Zichuan asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Zi Chuan, I remembered that my mother-in-law was ill at that time, and the family tried all kinds of home remedies, but none of them worked."

"I even wrote to Wan Qingchun, the Duke of Zhen who is far away in the capital, and asked him to help introduce famous doctors in the capital, but the doctors nearby have been invited over and over again, and the famous doctors in the distance are still on the way. Gone."

"But a while ago, due to some incidents, I got to know the master of the White Clothes Sect, as well as the old master Zhuge of Jianjian Villa."

"These two people are obviously in their fifties, but their looks are similar to those of 35-[-]. They really have a good appearance."

"Of course, that's not the point. The point is that I overheard the talk of the white-clothed sect master. He is good at medicine, and he once mentioned such a case."

"It is said that the patient is also terminally ill and in pain. The owner of the white clothes door gave the patient's family a box of pills, so that the patient can take one every night when the pain is unbearable and can't sleep, and the pain can be resolved! I was thinking, what? Mother also hurts, this disease can be tolerated now, but it hurts more and more later, if we can get that pill..."

Mu Zichuan interrupted Yang Ruoqing's words, and her breathing became short of breath: "If I can get that pill, even if I can't save my mother, at least it can save my mother from such pain in her last days!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly.

Mu Zichuan didn't care that his hands were still wet, so he grabbed Yang Ruoqing's shoulders, "Qing'er, where is that white-clothed sect master now? I'm going to beg him, beg him for medicine, if he It would be great if you can come over and diagnose for my mother herself!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "The master of the white-clothed sect is a man from the rivers and lakes. He lives in the Peach Blossom Valley at the foot of Suolong Mountain. He is a hermit-like figure."

"But he is definitely not in Peach Blossom Valley now, because I went to look for him last time. When I came back, Tang Yazi and I went back to Changping Village, while he went to the Western Regions to find his wife."

"According to the date, he should be on his way to the Western Regions now, and he should be there soon, so if you go to the Peach Blossom Valley now, you will definitely miss it," she said.

With these words, the light that had been ignited before Mu Zichuan's eyes was extinguished for more than half of it.

Yang Ruoqing said: "However, I was curious and asked a few more questions, begging him to tell me the formula of that painkiller pill."

"We can prepare it first, and let the godmother eat first to relieve the pain."

"The other side keeps an eye on what's going on with the owner of the white-clothed sect. Whenever he comes back, we'll go and beg him right away. What do you think?" she asked.

Mu Zichuan gritted his teeth and said, "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will try it. Okay, then do as you say, Qinger!"

"Qing'er, when will you take that painkiller? The sooner the better!" he said again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, and said: "The prescription is stored in my mind. It mainly consists of eighteen kinds of medicinal materials. Seventeen kinds are ready-made in my warehouse, but one of the main herbs, white peony root, is missing."

Paeoniae Alba, a medicinal herb, does not grow much in the Mianniu Mountain. After being processed last year, all the Paeoniae alba were sent to the military camps for soldiers to use.

But this year's white peony has not yet reached the mature season.

If the immature white peony root is used as medicine, its medicinal properties will be worse, and it will also collide with the other two herbs in it.

Using traditional Chinese medicine to relieve pain and fight cancer is itself a pharmacological process of fighting poison with poison.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing will not use raw white peony root as medicine, lest it will be self-defeating in time.

"Where is the white peony for sale? I'll buy it!" Mu Zichuan said impatiently.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This medicine is a bit uncommon, you can go to the Yihechun Medical Center in the town, if you don't go to the Yihechun Medical Center in the county."

"There are many medical clinics in the town and the county seat, can't you go and ask about the others?" Mu Zichuan asked puzzled.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said, "Because this medicine is uncommon and special, there are almost no ordinary small medical clinics."

"Even if there are, many of them are shoddy, or simply replace them with similar-looking counterfeit drugs for profit."

"I suggest you go to those famous medical clinics to buy, and you can rest assured." She said.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "Okay, I'll tell my mother today, and I'll leave early tomorrow morning to buy medicine."

(End of this chapter)