Royal Road

As soon as it was light, Liang Feng smelled a familiar smell of wormwood. However, it is different from the wormwood that has been ground and supplemented in the past. It is more like directly lighting the smoky flavor of wormwood.

He coughed slightly, turned over and sat up.

"Master, did you smoke it?" As usual, Yi Yan came over with a moderately warm tea soup and handed it to Liang Feng.

After drinking warm water to moisturize his throat, Liang Feng asked, "What's the matter? Someone is burning wormwood?"

"Well, today is the Yulan Festival. Luzhu said to smoke all the corners of the room to get rid of the five poisons."

"Bath Orchid Festival"? Liang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized. By the way, today is May 5th. In this era, May is regarded as a bad month, and the fifth is a bad day, so the usual name for this day is not "Dragon Boat Festival", but "Bath Orchid Festival" or "Chong Fifth". You need to bathe with blue grass soup, fumigate wormwood, and remove the five poisons.

As if he heard the movement in the room, Luzhu walked in quickly and said, "Lang Jun, but is about to get up? I just came to Sister Yu and said that Xiao Lang is awake and waiting in the main hall."

During the festival, the whole family will naturally eat seasonal food, so the little guy also stayed in the main hall early in the morning. Liang Feng had no reason to refuse. This was the first time he had a leisure time since he came to this world.

Looking at the time outside, Liang Feng smiled and said to Yi Yan: "Today I only need to practice for half a day. Let the soldiers take a vacation in the afternoon, so that they can also reunite with their relatives and take a bath in Xun Ai."

You can't send out the dumplings during the festival, and now the millet and glutinous rice are rare things, even he can't afford the whole villager to eat the dumplings. Maybe it's time to talk to the kitchen and send some courtesy to the chief stewards?

Yi Yan's lips moved slightly, but he stopped talking. In the end, I didn't say anything, and went out to practice after saluting. Liang Feng freshened up, got up and headed to the main hall. Liang Rong had been waiting there obediently, wearing a pink and tender shirt, looking particularly cute.

"Father." Seeing his father, Liang Rong immediately leaned forward.

Liang Feng held his little hand in a good mood and walked into the hall: "Does Rong'er know what to do today?"

"I know! If you want bath orchid soup, eat horned millet, and bring a soldier's belt." Liang Rongwu's eyes flickered, full of expectation.

"How about Rong'er eating cornmeal with his father?" Liang Feng asked with a smile.

"it is good!"

Horned millet is naturally zongzi. However, not all the zongzi in this era are made of glutinous rice, but yellow-orange-orange millet rice dumplings. The filling is not white sugar candied dates, but venison and chestnut, and there is also a kind of traditional Chinese medicine fruit called Yizhiren, which is similar to the southern The meat dumplings are somewhat similar and have a unique flavor.

However, Liang Rong was young, Liang Feng was weak, and the millet and glutinous rice was difficult to digest. The two of them did not dare to eat more. They only took a few mouthfuls and put down their chopsticks. There is still a lot of horned millet left, and Liang Feng directly gave it to A Liang, Zhou Kan, and several craftsmen. After eating, Chao Yu walked over with a plate and leaned over to salute: "Lord Lang, this is this year's banquet, and I also ask the lords and Xiao Langjun to wear them to ward off evil spirits."

I saw two five-color woven silk threads on the plate, and there was a silk cloth dyed in the shape of the sun, moon and stars. It was something that everyone would wear during the Yulan Festival. It was specially used to prevent military chaos and plagues and be auspicious.

Upon seeing this, Liang Feng beckoned Green Bamboo to take the silk thread, and said to Liang Rong sideways: "Rong'er, how about bringing you a soldier for your father?"

Liang Rong's face turned red, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand. Liang Feng wrapped two silk threads around his short arm and tied them carefully.

Liang Rong cherished the five-color silk thread on his hand, suddenly raised his head and said, "Rong'er will tie it to A's father too!"

"Rong'er is really good." Liang Feng didn't agree, smiled and stretched out his arm.

Liang Rongren's small hands are short, but he tied the ribbon with great care. He also touched the ribbon with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Rong'er hopes that my father will not get sick again this year, and that he will not run into bad people again. "

The little guy almost caught up with the intimate little padded jacket. Liang Feng stroked the top of his hair: "Rong'er also needs to be healthy, and grow up quickly."

Seeing that the father and son took the piping belt, Chaoyu hesitated for a moment, and bowed again: "Langjun, the maidservant also sewed a five-poison sachet. If Langjun doesn't dislike it..."

Before she could finish her words, the green bamboo uttered "Ah" behind her. Liang Feng couldn't help turning his head: "Green Bamboo, what's the matter?"

Lu Zhu had his head down, weak and weak: "The slave and maid also sewed the sachet, but the needle and thread of the slave is not as good as Sister Chaoyu..."

There was frustration in her voice, as if a treasure had been robbed. Liang Feng couldn't help but smiled and said: "It turns out that this is what you sew these days. Sachets, naturally, the more the better. With such a pure heart, how can I reject it?"

The green bamboo that said this blushed so badly that he had to bite the bullet and handed over the prepared sachet. The two embroidered the five poisonous patterns, but Chaoyu's exquisite and dexterous, the five poisons are all alive. The green bamboo obviously hasn't learned needle and thread well. Snakes are like long insects, centipedes are like caterpillars, and toads are embroidered into a tuft, not to mention difficult poisonous insects such as geckos and scorpions. However, Liang Feng is not the kind of guy who can dismantle girls' tables, so he hung two sachets directly on his waist.

This is much more considerate than those family members who accepted the sachet in person, and threw it away behind their backs. Not to mention the little girl Luzhu, even a woman of Chaoyu's age couldn't help but redden her cheeks.

Without work all morning, Liang Feng teased his son like this, reading the book of war to pass the time. Just after noon, Yi Yan returned to the main house, and unexpectedly brought back several horns.

"Why, someone gave you horned millet?" Liang Feng couldn't help but jokingly asked. Couldn't it be any girl in the farm that fell in love with this kid, right?

"It was given by the soldiers." Yi Yan's expression was a little uncomfortable, and he stared at the sachet hanging around Liang Feng's waist. More than just horned millet, he also received a lot of sachets, and the soldiers bluntly said that they were made by the Hun family for the landlord, praying for safety, and asking him to help transfer them. Who knows what herbs will be put in sachets by which servants? Yi Yan was not polite, and rejected all of them cleanly.

When he got home, he had two sachets hanging on his waist. How can I not let Yi Yan get angry? No longer able to suppress the impulse in his heart, he took out something from his arms and handed it in front of Liang Feng: "Master, I carved this, it can ward off evil spirits!"

A wooden wheel with five poisons hung on the thin red rope. The five-color poison surrounds the circular disk, interdependent end to end. Although the shape is simple, but the lines are smooth and the image is vivid, it can be seen that a lot of effort has been taken.

Liang Feng couldn't help being surprised: "You carved it?"

"Father is a Buddha carver, and I also have some carving skills." Yi Yan has no expression on his face, but he can't help shaking his hand, for fear that this thing will be vulgar and will be rejected by the lord. He actually started to regret this morning. There were no wooden ornaments around the lord, only gold and jade jewelry could match this person's flawless appearance. He is too much to handle with this wood carving thing.

However, after hesitating for a while, two sachets were hung on the opponent's waist. If he couldn't give it out, he might not be able to sleep tonight!

Sensing Yi Yan's silent nervousness, Liang Feng smiled, reached out to take it, and naturally put it on his hand: "Is it agarwood? You bothered it, I like it very much."

The texture of the wood is extremely delicate, not even a burr, I don't know how long it took to rub it in the hand before it became so smooth and moist. For such a blessing gift, Liang Feng really has no reason to refuse.

The tips of Yi Yan's ears were slightly red, and he nodded awkwardly. This is the green bamboo coming in from outside: "Lang Jun, the orchid soup is ready, it's time to take a bath!"

Liang Feng smiled and stood up: "Is it noon already? Wait a while, let's taste the corn millet you brought back together."

After that, he walked towards the bath room, Yi Yan just hesitated for a moment and followed. The bath room has already been surrounded by water vapor at this moment, and the big bathtub is behind the screen. Under Luzhu's wait, Liang Feng took off his coat and stepped into the bathtub. The faint bluegrass scent hits the face, and the water waves are warm and drowsy. Seeing Yi Yan also coming, Liang Feng smiled lazily: "Lv Zhu, do you still have orchid soup? Prepare some for Yi Yan too..."

Yi Yan immediately said, "No need!"

Luzhu also whispered: "Langjun don't worry, we will cook some Aitang to clean our hands and feet."

Hearing this, Liang Feng stopped questioning, gently leaned his head against the tub, and Ren Luzhu freshened his long hair. Yi Yan stood outside the door, watching the scene inside. The clothes were long gone, and the sachet was naturally tossed aside, but it was lightly draped on the thin wrist by the barrel, and he also carried the wooden ornaments he had just given away. But strangely, Yi Yan's heart didn't calm down, instead, he became more anxious, as if something was scratching his chest. After enduring and forbearing, he finally looked away and stopped looking at the half-leaning figure in the tub.

After all, Liang Feng was still weak, so he just soaked for a while, got up out of the tub and wrapped his robe. Lying on the soft couch outside, the green bamboo wipes his hair. Yi Yan quietly walked to the tub, stretched out his hand across the water, and a scent of scent lingered on the tip of his nose. He rolled his throat, held his wet fingers in his palm, and exited the door.

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"Doctor Jiang, my leg is all healed?" A soldier stretched out his hand and rubbed his calf, the expression on his face was simply overjoyed. He was a bit unlucky before, and was accidentally attacked by undead enemy soldiers during the battle, and injured a leg. The cut was too deep, he thought the leg was not saved. Unexpectedly, after the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, the scabs settled safely and he recovered. This makes him overjoyed!

"Well, the new meat inside has grown. Don't touch the scabs on the outside for these two days to avoid pus." Jiang Da replied with a smile.

"Thanks to Doctor Jiang!" The soldier couldn't help but thank you again.

In the past two days, Jiang Da has gradually become accustomed to the term "doctor". In fact, there is no "doctor" position in Shaofu, and some are just "medical workers". This was what Liang Feng accidentally called out first, which seemed to have taken the meaning of "the doctor makes a living", and was later learned by the subordinates. Regarding this name, Jiang Da didn't really hate it. Although it took him a lot of effort to treat these people, the gains were definitely not cheap.

The first is the so-called "disinfection". I don't know if it is the influence of the epidemic, Liang Feng is very concerned about dirt such as soil and rust. The soldiers who were wounded at that time all carefully cleaned the wounds, and then applied concentrated salt water to the affected areas. It is self-evident what it feels like to apply salt water to a wound with open flesh. But what is strange is that this small measure actually reduces the chance of festering. Although salt is expensive, it is still a cost-effective deal to use salt for life.

Second, it is the "isolation" of refugees. Refugees have always been the catastrophes spreading all kinds of diseases, and they have caused a lot of misfortunes wherever they pass. However, Liang Feng only used such a small measure to effectively control the spread of the disease. Separate out those who have symptoms of illness, drink and eat alone, and have a doctor look after them. If the symptoms disappear, let the person go back. If it is really sick, it can be saved, and if it can't be saved, the corpse should be dealt with as soon as possible.

This seemingly cold method has allowed all 80 refugees to survive, which is really rare! If this is the case when a major epidemic occurs in the city, wouldn't it be possible to quickly control the epidemic?

Jiang Da kept these things in his heart. Liang Zixi may just act unintentionally, but for those county officials, it is a solid policy. I just don’t know how many people are still concerned about such trivial civil affairs today?

In addition to these two points, Jiang Da also gained a lot of experience. There are so many people in the village and so many refugees, but he is the only one who can treat people. In other words, it is also a generational doctor from Jiang's Mansion. In the past, the people who were able to see him were high-ranking officials who were not stingy with money, but the cause of his illness was not surprising. But these mud legs in the countryside are different. In just half a month, Jiang Da almost recognized all the symptoms.

It was only at this moment that he understood why Zhang Changsha would go to the free clinic in those days. Only by contacting the common people as much as possible can we see more cases and try more methods of diagnosis. During this period of time, his medical skills were advancing by leaps and bounds, and he seemed to have peeped into the doorway. If there are more free consultations, can he also write a medical book like "Miscellaneous Diseases"?

Coming out of the refugee’s shack, Jiang Da thought about what he had gained today as he walked. However, as soon as he walked to the front of the courtyard where he lived, a person walked out quickly and shouted: "Da Xiaolangjun!"

Jiang Da was taken aback, isn't this the servant sent out to deliver the letter before? Why did you come back now!

The servant didn't stop, so he rushed directly at Jiang Da's feet: "Da Xiaolang, the big thing is not good! There is a disease in Jinyang City!"