The Local Lazy Man System

"Teacher, I have seen the treatment method you mentioned in an ancient book, and I have always regarded it as a story."

Zhang Shaohua said after thinking about it.

Zhang Shaohua still remembered the content of the ancient book.

In the early Qing Dynasty, Zhang Qinfang, a native of Nanbu, Xixi, practiced medicine since childhood, was good at thinking, and did not stick to prescriptions, so he often obtained miraculous results.

There is a child surnamed Lan, who cannot walk when he is five years old, and is embraced by maids and nurses in turn, treating him like a treasure. Although he is cared for meticulously, he is still pale and emaciated, and he doesn't like to eat.

The family fed him ginseng and bird's nest every day, but it didn't work, so he had no choice but to invite Zhang Qinfang.

Zhang checked that his pulse condition was even and smooth, and he seemed to have no signs of illness, and immediately concluded that it was caused by being held in his arms for a long time and rarely getting close to the rustic atmosphere.

So I agreed with my parents to find another quiet room and not to get close to others except for a small child. Zhang then moved the child into a quiet room, put it on the ground to play with the child, and made him take it with decoction of Chenbi soil. After a short time, all the symptoms of the child were cured.

Isn't this the same treatment method as my teacher said?

"Have you ever seen such a story?"

Ye Rongrong asked in surprise.

"Second senior brother, tell us quickly."

The impatient Xue Kaiqi hurriedly urged.

"Tell everyone about it!"

Seeing Ma Shaohua looking at him, Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

In fact, Ye Rongrong was also very curious about the stories in the ancient books that his apprentice read.

"Well, the story goes like this..."

Ma Shaohua told everyone the content of the story.

"Isn't this situation exactly the same as this child's?"

Liu Qingqing said in surprise.

The scene of the story that Ma Shaohua told was exactly the same as that of Zhao Xiaodong. They are both such big people, not to mention serious picky eaters, and they can't walk yet.

"Yes, it's exactly the same. In fact, the ancients already had a method to treat this disease. However, with the decline of Chinese medicine, many medical techniques and ancient prescriptions have been lost, so that many of them are regarded as stories."

Ye Rongrong said with emotion.

With the influx of Western medicine into China, because Western medicine is simple, easy to learn, and many minor diseases have quick effects, it slowly squeezes traditional Chinese medicine in China out of the historical stage. Like the medical skills in many countries, it will be replaced by Western medicine and slowly withdraw from the stage of history.

"Teacher, I'm going to get Chen Bitu right now."

Nalan Hai said.

There are still some old earthen houses in Taoyuan Village, and you can get Chenbitu. If you live in the city, it is very difficult. The houses in the city are basically reinforced concrete structures, and you can’t find them at all.

Even in a few decades, it will be difficult to get old wall soil in the countryside. Now the houses built in the countryside are all made of brick walls and concrete walls. Where can there be any old wall soil!

"Eldest brother, I'll go with you."

"I'll go as well."

Ouyang Qianqian and the girls all said with great interest.

After all, they are so grown up, and they haven't seen any Chen Bitu yet, so they are very curious!

"You all go!"

Ye Rongrong thought for a while and said.

After all, in many earth prescriptions of traditional Chinese medicine, Chenbi soil is inseparable. In fact, this can be seen from the name of "earth prescription", which is inseparable from earth.

Although young people like Ouyang Qianqian didn't know Chen Bitu, old Chinese doctors like Na Lanhai knew Chen Bitu. After all, people at that time often used earth prescriptions to treat diseases, and sometimes they couldn't do without Chen Bitu.

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"Brother, there is an old house there, let's go and get it?"

Ouyang Qianqian pointed to a dilapidated two-story dilapidated house not far ahead and said.

"That's a cement house, there won't be Chen Bitu. Chen Bitu is an earthen house built with loess."

Nalan Hai explained.

"There are not many houses built with mud?"

Ouyang Qianqian thought for a while and said.

Today's houses are basically reinforced concrete structures, so where are the earthen houses?

"I know there is an earthen house in the north of the village that is about to collapse. I can go get some."

Nalan Hai said.

...

"Teacher, this is Chen Bitu you want."

Ouyang Qianqian held a bag full of Chen Bitu and said to Ye Rongrong.

"This is a good thing, you all keep it, you will use it yourself in the future, especially this is Chen Bitu with a history of hundreds of years, it is really hard to find now, and it will be difficult to buy a gram of it in the future."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

"Isn't that more expensive than gold?"

Xue Kaiqi said in surprise.

"It depends on who you treat. If you treat the poor, you can charge less. For the treatment of the rich, the price is more than gold."

Ye Rongrong said.

In Ye Rongrong's view, the disparity between the rich and the poor is so great that the poor can't even afford food and clothing, and the rich are already so rich that they burn money to play.

Therefore, Ye Rongrong's education for his students is to charge two standards. For the poor, charge less money, or even not charge money. For the rich, charge high fees, and use the money of the rich to make up for the money of the poor.

After all, doctors also have to live and support their families, so they have to earn money. The same is true for earning less money from the poor and more money from the rich.

Sometimes, you can see a hundred poor people's illnesses, but you can't earn as much money from treating one rich man's illness.

After all, if you treat the poor, you have to charge him one million. He would rather go home and wait to die than treat this disease, because he knows that if he can’t afford the money, even if he can, he will still be heavily in debt. It will only hurt your own children.

"Teacher, isn't this an arbitrary charge?"

Zhang Yang asked.

"I call it arbitrary charging. You go to the hospital and see. The medicines prescribed by those doctors, no matter whether it is a serious illness or a minor illness, require a lot of examinations and a lot of medicines. In fact, only one or two effective medicines are effective. , and everything else is for money.”

"I hope you will do this in the future. For ordinary people, try not to prescribe unnecessary medicines and do unnecessary inspections. For those rich people, I don't say anything, you understand."

Ye Rongrong said to several of his students.

"Husband, you are hating the rich, hehe, don't forget, you are also a rich man now!"

Liu Qingqing said with a smile.

"I'm rich? Damn it, I really am!"

Ye Rongrong was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that he was already a rich man before he knew it, and he was the top rich man among the rich.

"Teacher, do we still need to charge high consultation fees to the rich?"

Xue Kaiqi looked at her teacher and asked.

"Take it, how can we be rich if we don't take money from these rich people!"

After recovering from his senses, Ye Rongrong said appraisedly.

Although Ye Rongrong now belongs to the rich, Ye Rongrong, who lived a poor life since he was a child, still can't change his hatred of the rich.

"Yes, teacher, I will specialize in slaughtering rich people's money in the future."

Xue Kaiqi said.

"Stealing from the rich and helping the poor", what an interesting thing!

"Zhang Yang, you guys, go get the brush, ink, paper and inkstone from my calligraphy book."

Ye Rongrong said to Zhang Yang and several female students.

"Oh."

Zhang Yang nodded and walked to Ye Rongrong's study room. Several of them had been to Ye Rongrong's calligraphy and knew where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were kept in the study room.

"Honey, do you want to write?"

Liu Qingqing asked suspiciously.

"No, you'll know later."

Ye Rongrong said mysteriously.

"So mysterious?"

Liu Qingqing said with a smile.

Now Liu Qingqing was hooked by Ye Rongrong.

What else can you do without writing with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone? Do you want to draw?

Liu Qingqing thinks this is very possible.

To be honest, it's been a long time since I saw my husband draw.

I don't know what my husband will draw this time.

"Teacher, here are the pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

Zhang Yang and several female students took out their pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and arranged them on the stone table.

"Today the teacher will show you..."

"Teacher, do you want us to show off calligraphy?"

Before Ye Rongrong finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xue Kaiqi's words.

"Calligraphy, you are tall, I am going to treat Xiaodong's illness!"

Ye Rongrong was ashamed, Xue Kaiqi said.

"Cure? Teacher, don't you want to use Chen Bitu to treat this Xiaodong?"

Nalan Hai looked at his teacher suspiciously and asked.

"Hehe, although Chen Bitu is effective in treating diseases, it is too troublesome to decoct medicine. Now I am using the simplest method to treat Zhao Xiaodong's illness, and Chen Bitu is not needed."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

"You don't need Chen Bitu?"

Nalan Hai was a little confused, he didn't need Chen Bitu, why did he have to get Chen Bitu by himself?

Regardless of the doubts of several students, Ye Rongrong folded the word A4 into four equal parts, and tore it into four small pieces of paper.

Take the brush and draw a special symbol on a small piece of paper.

"Brother, do you know what the teacher wrote?"

Ouyang Qianqian looked at the words on the small paper and found that she didn't know the word at all, let alone know it, she had never seen it before.

So he asked in a low voice to the big senior brother Nalan Hai next to him.

"I don't know either?"

Nalan Hai shook his head and said.

Nalan Hai doesn't care what the word is, but cares that the word is so artistically written, it's great.

Nalan Hai, who has practiced brush calligraphy since he was a child, thinks that his calligraphy is very good, not much worse than some calligraphers.

But facing the character written by his teacher, Nalan Hai knew that he was far behind his teacher in calligraphy.

This made Nalan Hai worship Ye Rongrong even more.

"The word teacher is really beautiful, but unfortunately I don't know what it is."

Zhang Yang felt that his teacher's handwriting was very beautiful, better than that of many calligraphers.

Zhang Yang felt more and more that his teacher was so mysterious. Not only was he good at medicine and fighting, but his handwriting was so beautiful that people fell in love with it just by looking at it.

"Husband, what word is this?"

Like everyone else, Liu Qingqing didn't know the word written by Ye Rongrong, so she couldn't help asking Ye Rongrong curiously.

"This is the word 'soil'."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

"Teacher, did you make a mistake? This is not the word 'earth', that's not how the word earth is written."

Xue Kaiqi looked at Ye Rongrong and asked.

After all, Xue Kaiqi is very clear that the "earth" character she knows is not like this, even if it is traditional Chinese, it is not written like this.

"Could it be oracle bones?"

Ouyang Qianqian asked suspiciously.

"This is not Oracle!"

Nalan Hai shook his head and said.

Nalan Hai knew how to write the word "earth" in oracle bone inscriptions, but it was not like this. (To be continued.) uFor more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading institute