Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

At the beginning of February, it was still cold in central Beijing, and a snow fluttered down.

The servants of the Zhou family were busy sweeping the snow off the road.

Coughing came from Mrs. Zhou's room, and when the door was opened, there was a strong smell of medicine.

"Ma'am." The servant woman knelt down and saluted, and handed over a name card, "The second daughter of Chen Xianggong's family came to see Mrs. Cheng."

Mrs. Zhou, who was being fed medicine by a girl on the couch, put her hands on her chest.

"Don't tell me whoever is looking for her!" She said hoarsely.

The maid hurriedly responded yes, and hurried out.

"It's the first month of the month now, and Mrs. Chen has recovered from her illness. What are you doing keeping her here? Or send her back." Mrs. Zhou said, looking at Mrs. Zhou.

"I asked, but she won't leave." Master Zhou said lazily.

"This is our house, drive her away." Mrs. Zhou said angrily.

"Hurry up?" Master Zhou said, looking at his wife, "Believe it or not, when we say to drive her away, she dares to go out and say that she has recovered from her illness and can be brought back to life?"

Madam Zhou gritted her teeth.

Master Zhou snorted and smiled, twirling his short beard.

"Children's thoughts are clear and calculating." He said.

"In my opinion, we can't get her light anymore, and we won't get it anymore. After she came, nothing good happened, but it was just a joke." Mrs. Zhou said angrily, "The old Shanzhou left by grandpa is called After so many years, it’s good that she’s here, and in a month or two, we’ll change it to Old Fool Week.”

Master Zhou's eyebrows twitched, and with a shake of his hand, he pulled out a beard.

old silly week...

"It's true that she can be brought back to life. Now it's just saying that she's sick, but it doesn't mean that she can't be cured. Since it's a disease, there will be times when it gets better. Stupidity can still get better, let alone an unexplainable disease. This She knows it in her heart, we know it, and people outside also know it in their hearts." He said.

Madam Zhou nodded slowly.

What the woman said at the time was indeed that she was ill and could not be cured.Instead of dying later.

"Isn't she just angry? We didn't deal with her earlier, so let her be angry. There is still time to calm down? There are two in-laws in total, and the Cheng family can't count on her. Now that she has such abilities, isn't it just You want to take Qiao so that we can treat her better." Master Zhou said.He thumped his legs, "Besides, what people like to say outside is just a matter of reputation, and it's not a bad reputation for committing crimes. It doesn't hinder any major issues."

Hear here.Mrs. Zhou just felt a jump in her heart, and couldn't hold back a cough.

"Don't say that. Don't say that." She said hastily.

Master Zhou looked over in confusion.

"Which one?" he asked.

Mrs. Zhou stroked her chest, and the girl beside her gave her saliva before pressing it down.

"Don't say it, it doesn't hinder anything. My heart beats violently when you say this." She gasped and said, "I always say it's okay, it's okay. As a result, we always make troubles so that we can't live in peace."

Master Zhou laughed.

"Isn't it all because of this. You look down on me, I look down on you, I beg you, if you don't beg me, it's nothing." He got up and copied his clothes, and said with a smile.

Mrs. Zhou hurriedly got up to see her off.

"A woman's family, what else can you do? You are free, so don't go to her. You don't treat her poorly. She can do whatever she likes. She has to feel at ease, and you don't have to worry about it." If you are angry, it is important to take medicine to support yourself." Master Zhou continued.

Watching Mr. Zhou go out, Mrs. Zhou was leaning on the bed, and the girls hurriedly beat their legs and backs.

"The people who went to Jiangzhou haven't come back yet?" Mrs. Zhou thought of something and asked again.

"It's probably heading back." The servant woman replied.

Mrs. Zhou exhaled.

"This fifteenth, go to Puxiu Temple and add twenty catties of sesame oil." She said, "to drive away evil spirits."

"Isn't Mrs. Cheng meeting a real person? Why don't we go to Chong Tao Temple?" the servant woman asked.

Madam Zhou became anxious and threw the hand stove on the table in front of her.

"Who wants to burn her! It's really her!"

There was an apology in the room.

In the room, Chen Danniang picked up the tea bowl and drank the last sip of tea, while Chen Shibaniang's tea bowl next to her remained still.

"Eighteen Niang, Mrs. Cheng will wake up in a while." She sat down next to her sister, blinked her eyes and said in a low voice.

Chen Shibaniang smiled at her.

If it was someone else's house, even the sleeping master would wake up immediately when visiting, but Cheng Jiaoniang didn't. Then he got up and left, and even stopped talking.

But, maybe this woman is really just sleeping, just like a child, she eats when she is hungry, and sleeps when she is sleepy.

"Yes, I know." She also whispered.

There was the sound of footsteps inside, Chen Danniang mouthed to her sister that she was awake, Chen Shibaniang smiled, and the two looked back and hurriedly sat upright.

The clothes were shaggy, the maid opened the curtains, and Cheng Jiaoniang, who was wearing a wide-sleeved straight gown, her black hair hanging down, and no makeup, came over.

After sitting down, salute each other.

"I hope my wife will forgive me for visiting rashly." Chen Shibaniang said first.

"It's okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said, taking the water from the maid.

"Sister Cheng, are you feeling better?" Chen Danniang asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded yes.

Looking at her, Chen Shibaniang couldn't help thinking of the arguments between the sisters at home, and thinking of what her grandfather said. In fact, this woman deliberately used this matter to avoid treatment. With such magical skills and such precious money, why did she say that she would not be cured if she could not be cured?

Cheng Jiaoniang turned her gaze to her, and Chen Shibaniang looked away in a panic.

It was awkward in the room, but luckily Danniang Chen was chattering non-stop.

"Sister Cheng, Shibaniang asked me to bring her to see you." Danniang said, with a bit of pride in being valued by a child.

Chen Shibaniang couldn't help but blushed.

"Really?" Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her, "What do you want me for?"

Chen Shibaniang was a little flustered. The big one and the young one were too straightforward. How to answer this?

She looked up at the woman in front of her.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her with a blank expression, and slowly took a sip of water.

"I think, please teach me calligraphy." Chen Shibaniang gritted her teeth and bowed her head in salute.

Chen Danniang and the maid in the house were very surprised.

"Eighteen Niang, do you want to practice calligraphy with Sister Cheng?" she shouted.

"Yes." Chen Shibaniang said the purpose, but she was not restrained. She raised her head and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and said, "Shibaniang, I admire Mrs. Cheng's calligraphy. If you take the liberty, please teach me."

"The mountain temple is waiting for the plum blossom?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.

Chen Shibaniang nodded.

"Yes, Niangzi's writing has been spread all over the capital. If Danniang hadn't heard about it, I wouldn't know it was written by you, Niangzi." She said.

The servant girl looked surprised. Those words spread all over the capital?

She didn't know much about words, and she just thought it was very good at the time, but she couldn't say how good it was.

But she knows that people in the world love books. The Hanlin Academy has a bachelor's degree in calligraphy, and the Imperial College has a doctorate in calligraphy.

The old man loves books very much, but the old man Zhang Chun doesn’t like it very much. He thinks that books are used for writing. He thinks that people’s pursuit of books now leads to writing attached to books. Gongshu Zhifeng Pavilion.

It can be spread throughout the capital, which shows that the handwriting written by the lady is very good.

"Niangzi's writing is very different from the common Kaixing cursive style. Every character seems to be able to form its own school." Chen Shibaniang said, "Niangzishan's calligraphy is cursive script, with a horizontal stroke and a sharp edge, and the temple's cursive script is thin. Strange and strange, waiting characters are also running script, but they are simple and graceful. , mixing the strengths of each school, the brushwork is fleshy and strong, it is really exquisite."

Danniang had just started to read, and the servant girl knew a little about poetry. Chen Shibaniang's words stunned the two of them.

After Chen Shibaniang finished speaking, she looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with a little excitement, as if she had finished a scripture fluently and waited for her husband to judge.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her.

"That's all very well you say," she said, "but what do you mean?"

Chen Shibaniang froze with excitement.

Still, preparation, isn't it enough?

In other words, what I said still didn't hit the point.

Chen Shibaniang was startled slightly, but Chen Danniang came back to her senses.

"Yes, sister, what do you mean?" she asked, "So many words, what are you talking about?"

Can't understand?

Chen Danniang didn't understand, so could it be that Cheng Jiaoniang really didn't understand? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)