No Worries about Food and Medicine

The flexible eel, crispy spring bamboo shoots, soft rotten mushrooms, and sweet potato thread noodles that are cooked just right and slightly elastic, combined with a slow-cooked stewed secret chicken juice, spring and autumn The taste of winter, gathered together, the soup slipped down the throat, and the taste was endless and soft.

The waves on the canal made the thin jade porcelain bowl in front of the table on the ship seem to reflect the sparkling light.

The attendant gently buckled the door, saw an empty bowl on the table, and saw his son sitting in front of the case to read the official document. He served tea and asked cautiously: "Master, come down and ask, is there a few days later? What do you particularly want to eat? It ’s inconvenient to buy on board. They are now ready to store some ingredients and come back. "

The person before the case read it as if he had not heard it, and after using that bowl of eel porridge in the morning, he sat unmoved and approved for about two hours. These documents are all Thousands of miles away, the horse was sent with a whip, but the farther the road was, the more urgent it was. It was already too late to wait for him.

It was lifting the pen to lick the ink, he suddenly shook his right arm, and the small pen of the wolf that had just drank the ink and had not squeezed the front of the finger slipped out of the finger joints without any warning. The written reply stained a lot of ink.

"... Master?" The attendant stepped forward subconsciously, but dared not reach out to help.

The man slowly raised his left hand, covered his right shoulder, and frowned at the ink mass on the paper. There was a faint air flow in his eyes. After a while, it took a while before he recovered. Not to mention it, but with impatience and arrogance, he said casually: "At noon, I still use the porridge!"

"This ..." This is really unanswered, but the servant did not dare to say much, and had to embarrassedly remind, "Master, this is the last bowl."

Hearing the attendant's euphemistic reminder, the talent was aware of this trance, and the already bad mood even fell into the trough. He reached out to pick up the pen, but he didn't know whether it was disobedient, or whether his arm was deliberately embarrassing himself, only to see that the pen twirled between his fingers, but rolled farther.

There was a rare irritability on his face, and he lifted the inkstone on the left hand side, and scolded: "What do you want to eat! Do you have to ask Ben Wang to ask such little things ?! Get down!"

The servant dare not stay more, let alone the "little things" of eating and drinking, and immediately got out of the way.

When he got out of the cabin, he met the doctor who was waiting for him. He also had a bad stomach and stretched his feet in front of the "famous doctor": "Yo, but Mr. Hou? You said you have been diagnosed for several days. Seeing the light of the heavens to give the master the medicine, but this disease is not good, even the appetite of the master is gone! "

Doctor Hou has some hunchbacks and is used to walking with his head down. He is so old that his ears are not so good. He took a boot under his eyes and scared him to be busy with his feet. , Lian Lianying: "Hey, hey, Lord Zhou!" He probed his head and put up his ears, wondering if he was really deaf or hypocritical. "What do you say, Lord Zhou?"

Zhou Feng pursed his lower lip silently, holding a saber, and ran a pestle to Doctor Hou's shoulder, screaming against his ear: "I said Mr. Hou! Can you cure your master's illness?"

"Ouch, oh! The old boy is not deaf, can hear it!" Doctor Hou was called deafeningly, guarding the half-pulled ear, and the old **** said, "This is a disease, it's a sickness! Can't wait, can't wait ..."

"You're not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry!" Zhou Feng threatened him, "If you can't cure, throw you off the boat to feed the fish!"

Doctor Hou looked at his back and muttered, "Oh, the emperor is not in a hurry ..."

"..." "President Feng" hasn't gone far, and his ears are clever and not deaf. I really want to turn back to take the little old man off the boat, but I think that even if the mosquitoes are thinner, they are better. Hold back and gritted his teeth and waited aside.

Although the large pier in Tung Chong Province is for passengers and passengers, it is indispensable to park ships, but their passenger ship is still striking like a tall building, so some children ran over to see the boat Throw grass **** on their boat. Their masters and identities are special, and they have been asked to be low-key all the way. Zhou Feng did not take the group of children seriously, but somehow today, the few Mao children did not come.

Zhou Feng couldn't help but looked down a few times, only to see a familiar and sullen male boy, the two looked at each other for a long while, Zhou Feng reached out and took the grass dumplings he threw, strangely said: "Why are you alone?"

"They all went to the Buddha's meeting!" The male boy murmured angrily, turning his face and shouting expectantly, "I want to go up and see, can I go up! Just go and play for a while!"

Zhou Feng was lying on the deck railing, and bored: "No!"

"If you don't, you won't! You are stingy!" The male baby twitched his tongue and turned away.

Zhou Feng turned around and suddenly heard a broken lamp in the cabin, and then Dr. Hou ran out, and there were words in his mouth. His expression changed, and he immediately followed him to look at it, only to see his owner leaned on the Luohan couch with a bad look On the top, holding a long sword in his hand, a piece of porcelain at his feet.

A teapot under the teapot on the table is filled with a well-prepared prescription.

No one wants to soak in the medicine jar all year round, let alone he is Yan Chang, the king of the land. The two generations of the emperor of the Xia Dynasty were in power, and the peace and chaos fixed the dynasty. different?

Zhou Feng was still stunned, and Yan Chang suddenly pulled out his blade and waved forward.

Peerless sword, cutting iron like mud, the first emperor gave the name "go disease", meaning to go to the sea sickness, protect the peace in the universe.

"Master!" Zhou Feng exclaimed.

Yan Chang's five fingers were stiff, and he flew out with the sharp blade of the sword, and slammed into the gap between the wooden boards of the cabin not far away. The sword was sharp and sharp. The cold light reflected coldly.

Zhou Feng hurried over and drew his sword, silently received behind him.

"Thank you," Yan Chang said without a bump, and threw the scabbard to him, "Take it."

"Master, what are you talking about! This is going to be ill!" Zhou Feng was shocked, holding a sword and wondering what to do.

Yan Chang sneered: "Go to the disease ... it will go to the world's disease, who will go to my disease? Can't raise the sword anymore, what is the use of it, it is better to turn it into a few pieces of horse head iron, and it has a little use."

Zhou Feng was brave and ignored his master's words. He put the sword back on his own and still hung it back on the wall. Then he packed up the porcelain and took the prescription before whispering: "Master, Zhou Feng is only a substitute. The master runs the errands, but he also knows that the person who has become a major event may not be able to lift the iron, but he can only set aside four or two golds. Moreover, the disease of the world, it is not necessary to use a sword to come ... Master, what you want to do , Just move your mouth, Zhou Fenglai is your hand ... "

Yan Chang looked up at him, stared at it tepidly for a while, and then gradually returned to his right hand, interrupting him and saying, "What else do you have? There is something to say, nothing to go out."

Zhou Feng looked back at his expression, and after a while, he smiled embarrassedly again and asked, "Master, there is a Buddhist monastery in Dong Chong Mansion now, is the Master going? Go to worship incense, Xu Jiutian" Buddha manifested the spirit, healed the master's illness. "

"How to believe God and Buddha!" ​​Yan Chang murmured, Zhou Feng uttered a noise, just about to get out, just listened to the man's sleeves fluttering for a while, and seemed to be staying, "... , Go check it out. "

Zhou Feng immediately ran to get his shawl.

It was n’t the fifteenth day, nor the New Year ’s Eve of the Lantern Festival. The Buddhist meeting was held at the Huanshan Temple. Huanshan Temple has a history of more than 100 years. It is rare to hold such a seminar. It is necessary to talk about the first half of the month. Temples around the city will also send empty disciples to listen to the scriptures. A hundred steps away, you can hear hundreds of monks in the temple. The solemn and solemn singing of the scriptures is not huge.

Yu Jinnian came out to hang out, one to buy, the other to admire the scenery, and the third is to have a selfish thing to do, but did not expect to be able to meet the Kaiguang Buddha Association of Huanshan Temple today. He had nothing to do with the Buddha, and he would be drowsy after listening to two more words. He was so excited that he was only interested in the market stuff at the temple fair.

Min Xuefei was going to do some left and right, so he separated from them early. Sui Sui was still melancholy with a small face, and was embraced by Qing Huan to watch juggling. Only Min Mao Su Ting and several of them were fooling around with Yu Jinnian. There were many people in the market, and Ji Hong was naturally uneasy. He sent four or five guards to follow him, and he almost didn't bring a rope to tie Yu Jinnian to his waist.

But it was such an inseparable force that a group of squads beat the gong and drums in the past. Ji Hong had a wrong eye. He stunned the young man. He remembered that Yu Jinnian said that he was going to the gold and silversmith shop. He sent people to wait in time.

He himself walked and searched in the temple fair.

Over there, Min Mao seemed to be a wild monkey, and Yu Jinnian ran across two streets, causing Su Ting and A Chun to run out of their lungs and cough out. Then they stopped, and they arrived at the other end of the temple fair. Tourists There are endless stream of rubbing shoulders, but the shop next to it is more elegant than the previous street shops. What are the calligraphy and painting shops, antique shops, or jewelry shops.

When I wanted to come again, it was Min Sangong's collector's addiction, and I had to buy something "elegant" to go back.

Yu Jinnian didn't understand those things. Min Mao was looking at a fan in the store, talking to people about why the fan painted it, whether it was the real person, and scrambled. The temple fair is a hilarious day for the people, so there are not many people in the antique shop. Yu Jinnian turned around and saw a man standing in front of Duobaoge.

On the grid is the amber glass cup, with Yu Jinnian's ability, it is natural to see what is precious, but from the man's look, it should be very satisfied.

He reached for it, the grid was not high, and he achieved it very smoothly, but in a flash, the man showed a painful expression on his face, his arms were frozen, and the amber cup came straight from his hands like oil. Sliding down, he grabbed a few falsely, but he didn't.

Yu Jinnian's eyes were fast, and an arrow jumped over. With his hands under his sleeves, he held the priceless Amber Cup.

"Huh ..." Elder Yu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and carefully placed the wine glass back on the grid. He said with emotion, "Good-looking things are fragile. Be careful!"

Yan Chang lowered his arm slightly stiffly and said "Thank you" to go away.

Yu Jinnian noticed his extremely unnatural right arm and strangely said, "Should you have a bad shoulder? Have you been injured?"

Yan Chang stopped and subconsciously put his arm behind his back, frowning and looking back at him.

Yu Jinnian looked at him quickly and said, "If it's sore and stiff, go back to the pharmacy, buy some moxa, and make it into a small wand. I will moisten twice in the morning and evening, separated by a piece of **** Bake the most painful or stiff muscles, wait for Ai Zhu to burn out, and then slowly move the arm thirty times. "He said he raised his right arm and demonstrated how to lift the arm," Remember to be slow and soft Do n’t have to be too sturdy ... Although it is not possible to cure the root cause, it has been more comfortable in the past two days. "

Yan Chang is cautious: "Do you understand medicine?"

As he was saying, Zhou Feng came in and hurriedly called the "Master", interrupting the conversation between them.

Yan Chang opened his mouth, but found that the teenager had turned his head.

From afar, Yu Jinnian saw a terrace set up across the river, a red streamer was hung high, and he wrote the book "Flower Recognition". The crowd of men, women and children under the stage seemed to be very lively. So he didn't care about the master and servant, but called Su Ting happily: "Su Ting, A Chun, let's go and see!"

Su Ting listened to Yu Jinnian's left and right, and followed without a word.

It was easy to squeeze to the periphery, and there were also people who did n’t know to go inside to see the bustle. Yu Jinnian inquired about it casually, and only after he scrambled together, he probably heard the meaning-this "Flower Recognition Society" was originally A local big incense maker is the host and took the ring. Anyone with lofty ideals can challenge. Since it is a scent of incense merchants, the test questions are naturally inseparable.

It is said that those with outstanding achievements also have big awards.

At this time, halfway through the game, many people had left their heads in dismay. Yu Jinnian looked at the interesting things. Moreover, this flower was also his strength, so he took a card and played with it.

Although the first question is to stop a few laymen, it is not too difficult. It is to distinguish what kind of spices are from several "small powder piles" that are very similar in appearance.

Most of the so-called incense is also medicine. Both Chinese medicine and medicine are in Yu Jinnian's pocket. Such as agarwood, woody, clove, musk, the scent is different, and such as borneol, Angelica, Angelica, Gan Song, it is also a unique smell, as for mint, sandalwood, dragon brain incense, under Yu Jinnian's nose, he You will be able to sniff out seven, seven, eight, eight, not to mention the difference in color and feel of these spice powders.

So it didn't take long for him to write the answer.

After handing over the paper, Yu Jinnian turned around and smiled and waved at Su Ting under the stage, just like a proud expression of "Look at me not so bad". The sunlight fell through his pupils, reflecting a circle of amber soft light, youthful, and more indistinguishable but comfortable, bright and innocent.

He smiled so much, his eyes narrowed into a curved line, but the end of his eyes was slightly a little natural warp, like a tender hook at the bottom of the vine, and the heart that dropped the person on the bottom of Shen Yuan gently picked up. After a pick.

Yan Chang shook his fist and loosened again: "Who is this person?"

Zhou Feng said "Ah": "It's not clear, listening to the accent, it's not like the local people ..."

Yan Chang said: "Go check."