Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

The spring rain is pattering, and the green flowers and plants in the courtyard are becoming more and more emerald.

The girl hurried out of the kitchen holding a tray.

"Sister, I'll help you hold the umbrella." Banqin said, hurriedly holding up the umbrella to follow.

The two hurriedly crossed the path paved with gravel and stepped up the steps, put away the umbrella on the porch, and opened the door.

"Lady, I'm done." The girl said.

The girl stepped in, Banqin lowered her head and closed the door, out of the corner of her eye she saw Cheng Jiaoniang put down the book in her hand.

She was stunned outside the door for a moment, then walked away a few steps, stood on the porch watching the rain and made a slight noise.

"Ma'am, how about this?"

"This, the fire is a little big."

"Oh, yes, yes, I made a note of the lady, I will try again later."

"It's a good job."

"Really? Thank you lady."

"Thank me for what, it's your own heart."

There was a question and an answer in the room, and occasionally there was a girl giggling.

Banqin couldn't help but look back, with a complicated expression.

If it wasn't for the first time, at this moment, he should be the one who is talking and joking with the lady easily.

There is no if in this world, it is already like this, just cherish what is in front of you.

She took a deep breath, opened the door on the other side and walked in, took out the clothes that had been washed and dried, lit charcoal and put them into the fire, slowly ironing and smoothing the folds.

In the courtyard of Zhang's house, the maids put away their umbrellas, and a few girls and servants in the corridor greeted them with smiles.

"Sister Suxin, why is it raining today?" They asked with a smile.

"Come and see the grandpa." The maid smiled and walked towards the hall.Thinking of something, she turned her head and said, "Call me Banqin."

The girl and servant looked at each other, does the name Banqin sound nice?Why are both girls called this?

In the hall, Mrs. Zhang put down the book in his hand, and looked at the maid who saluted and kowtowed.

"It's really rare that you still remember me as an old man." He laughed.

The servant girl laughed too.

"Grandpa, the servant girl who said that is so unreasonable." She smiled, and stretched out her hand to take a thin book and pushed it over, "Not only the servant girl remembers the master, but the lady also remembers it."

Mrs. Zhang looked over with a smile.

This is a homemade book.The edges are cropped a bit unevenly.

"My lady specially wrote down the recipes for the snacks, and asked the grandpa to serve tea." The maid said, "The lady said that the grandpa doesn't want to eat, so he should eat less and eat more, drink more tea, and drink less alcohol. These snacks are prepared by the lady for the grandpa." , can relieve Grandfather’s vertigo.”

Mrs. Zhang laughed.

"Come on, what do you want?" he asked.

The servant girl laughed too.

"There is a scholar who failed the exam this year and has always admired the master. The lady asked, can I ask the master to explain the truth once and for all," she said.

Mrs. Zhang was a little curious and sat upright.

"From the Cheng family?" He asked.

The maid shook her head.

"That's really strange. Your wife still has such kindness?" Old Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.

"Grandfather." The maidservant shouted with some disbelief, "My wife has always been very kind."

Mrs. Zhang laughed.

"Come on." He called.

The girl kneeling by the door of the house hurriedly answered yes.

"Go and talk to the master and ask him to give Su Xin a book." Old Master Zhang said.

The girl answered yes, and the maid hurriedly got up after her.

"I'll go with you too. Although I'm entrusting your favor to the old man, the servant girl still has to kowtow to thank the old man." She laughed.

Mrs. Zhang smiled and nodded.

"Take this and tell the master to explain to the kitchen," he said.

The girl responded and took the notebook.

Watching the maid kowtow to thank her in the corridor, she got up and left.Zhang Chun also stood up from the study.

"Master, this..." The girl was still holding the notebook handed over by the maidservant.asked.

The simple paper was cut and trimmed neatly, and there was no inscription on the cover, only seven or eight thin pages.

"Give it to Madam, let her tell the kitchen." Zhang Chun said, but didn't take it over to look at it.

Mrs. Zhang Chun has a literate girl by her side, so she is not afraid that she will not be able to teach the cook to cook.

The girl responded by saying goodbye.

As the lingering winter fades away, the capital city in the rain has a special flavor.

Although it was raining, the number of people passing through the gates of the city did not decrease, and people were bustling in and out of the city.

Because of the rain, Han Yuanchao and others did not ride horses. They hired two carts, one for three people, and one for the book boys, accompanied by their own horses, which were loaded with various specialties purchased in the capital.

Compared with the complacent and full of ambition when they came, the expressions of the three of them are a bit lonely after all.

"It's okay, it's okay, come back in three years." Han Yuanchao said with a smile, comforting the other two.

"Yes, yes." A companion smiled, lifted the curtain of the car, stood up and looked back, "Take another look at this city gate."

Everyone else laughed before they were about to speak, when they suddenly heard this companion gasp.

"Yuan Chao, someone is here to see you off." He said, pointing backwards.

The maid jumped out of the carriage, without bothering to open the umbrella, panting a bit.

"Han Langjun, you walked away in the rain and almost missed it." She said.

Han Yuanchao was very surprised, and a little bit unhappy, anyway, even though they met in just a few days, they were still acquaintances in Beijing.

"How dare you work hard to see your sister off." He said with a smile and a salute.

"I came here specially to deliver the practice ceremony." The maid said, taking out a book from her bosom.

Han Yuanchao was a little puzzled and reached out to take it.

Analects of Confucius.

It's not an unusual book, but it's not an engraved block print, but a handwritten copy. The lower case is upright and well behaved.

Han Yuanchao's eyes fell on the lower corner of the cover.

Jiangzhou, Ziran.

This is!

Han Yuanchao's expression changed drastically, and he looked at the maid in disbelief.

The maid smiled at him and saluted him.

"My lady wishes you peace and harmony," she said.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Han Yuanchao to speak again, he turned and got into the carriage.

Han Yuanchao came back to his senses and shouted a few times, but he still didn't stop the carriage from going away. He was a little dazed holding the book in his hand.It wasn't until the raindrops fell on it that I hurriedly recovered and wiped it distressed.

Two companions gathered around and looked at the book in Han Yuanchao's hand in disbelief.

"Written by Mr. Jiangzhou himself?"

"This, only Chen Xianggong can get this?"

"No, no, the maid said she was a lady."

"I just said that I was preparing to catch my son-in-law!"

"I didn't pass the exam, so I won't be arrested?"

"Yuan Chao, you have to think carefully about your marriage after you go back."

The two kept chatting and laughing, and Han Yuanchao shook his head with a smile when he regained his senses.

"Stop talking nonsense," he said. "It's just for righteousness."

"Yuan Chao, although you failed to win the first place in Beijing this time, you have gained a lot." The companion said, with a complicated expression, while reaching out to pat Han Yuanchao's shoulder.

Suspected to be favored by Mr. Chen Shao and Chen Xianggong, Mr. Jiangzhou received a commentary on the Analects of Confucius.Oh, by the way, there is also a dry share of some restaurant.

"Just because you came out to help the cook and said a few words, you got such good luck. If I knew it, I would have stood up first." The companions laughed.

"Sure enough, good people are rewarded with good rewards. We won't dare to laugh at how stupid you are for righteousness!" The other also laughed.

Han Yuanchao also smiled, but he was a little puzzled.Can't help looking at the city gate, the maid's carriage and horses have long since disappeared.

Is it just because of that moment of righteousness?

Sure enough, do good people get rewarded?

The maid jumped out of the carriage and ran into the courtyard.

"Sister Banqin." Brother Jin said holding an umbrella for her.

The maid smiled and walked into the corridor, but saw Banqin opened the door and came out with a washbasin rag in her hand, apparently she had just cleaned up the room.

"Sister." Banqin said salutingly.

"Has the lady gone out?" the maid asked, looking inside.

"Yes, and..." Banqin said.But I really don't know what to call it, that girl.Also called Banqin.

"Go to the shop with Sister Banqin." Jin Geer said as a relief.

Although they are all half-qin, but these half-qin should be able to understand which half-qin they are talking about.

A thought flashed through his mind, Jin Geer felt dizzy.

"I'll go too." The maid said, and immediately turned to go out, "The renter, come back."

Watching the maid leave, a trace of envy flashed in Banqin's eyes.

Two and a half Qin, both doing things for the wife, only myself...

She looked down at the rag in her hand and took another deep breath.

I'm working too!

"Brother Jin, can you burn some more charcoal for me?" She raised her head and said with a smile, "I want to iron my lady's quilt so that it won't get damp again."

The isolated restaurant in the rain outside the city looks even more lonely.

In the empty hall, the low cushions were removed, and Xu Maoxiu and others sat opposite Cheng Jiaoniang.

"Is this the plaque to be added on the door?" Xu Maoxiu said after receiving the plaque pushed by Cheng Jiaoniang.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

Xu Maoxiu unfolded it, and there was the word "Taiping" on the square paper.

"I didn't write well a few days ago, and I practiced for a few more days, and I can show my hand." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"Good words, good words." Xu Maoxiu said.

Fan Jianglin and other brothers also poked their heads to look at it. Although they couldn't understand, they all nodded in agreement.

"Also, invite the cook." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Xu Bangchui, who sat at the end, immediately shouted at the top of his voice.

"Li Dashao!"

Fan Jianglin glared at him.

"What are you shouting for? Keep your voice down, it will scare your sister." He whispered.

Xu Bangchui chuckled, and turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.

Cheng Jiaoniang bent the corner of her mouth at him.

"Huh?" Xu Bangchui stared and said, as if he had discovered something, "My sister smiles better than before!"

better than before?

What do you mean?

Everyone can't help but look over.

Cheng Jiaoniang seemed a little surprised and puzzled, and then smiled again.

The face of the girl who was originally dull and made of porcelain suddenly softened, and the corners of her mouth and cheeks showed graceful arcs.

"Miss, you can laugh now!" The girl on the side shouted, unable to hold back the tears, "Miss, you are feeling better again."

The younger sister said little and had a dull expression. Xu Maoxiu and others already knew that it was because of their illness. They were very puzzled that the younger sister was able to recover from death, but they were helpless about their own illness.

"That's great, my sister will recover soon." They all laughed.

"Yes, it will get better." Cheng Jiaoniang said, and smiled again, "It's getting better and better."

Li Dashao in the backyard stretched out his hand to support his heart and swallowed.

"My boss is calling you, hurry up, what are you doing?" said the old shopkeeper.

"Brother, my boss, are you going to fire me?" Li Dashao said with a bitter face, "Look, this business will never work..."

"Business is not good because of bad popularity. At the beginning of Zuifenglou..." the old shopkeeper shook his head and said.

Li Dashao also shook his head, interrupting the old shopkeeper.

"You're here again, don't keep mentioning Zuifenglou, Zuifenglou." He said, and became happy again, "I shouldn't fire me. If you want to fire, you have to fire you first."

After that, he happily copied the clothes and went to the front.

"What are you talking about!" The old shopkeeper snorted and shook his head, "Drunken Phoenix House fired you first and then me." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, yours Support is my greatest motivation.)