512 Master's Request

Soon it was the day to return home.

Ping'an and Awu had just entered the old man's yard for less than half an hour when they were anxiously dragged away by Sun Sicheng.

"Master, what happened?"

"Ping An, what is this penicillin you told me about? Have you started preparing it?"

Ping An didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master, don't forget that I just got married and have been busy these days. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"It's safe. Master Bai Er came to me again yesterday. The virus had been suppressed before, but it seems to be showing signs of resurfacing in the past two days.

No matter how bad Bai Jiaming is, he is just a 19-year-old boy, and his life has just begun. If you can save him, you should give it a try. If Old Master Bai cries like that one day, Master will be really sad. "

"Master, I will try it when I get home today. I just happen to have some oranges left at home."

"Well, let Xiao Wu go home and get it. I'll do it here. The results will come out in three days. When is your father going to go back?"

"My father wants to leave 20 days ago, but it may not be possible in another 6 or 7 days.

I'll ask Xiao Wu to go home and get some oranges now. There aren't many left, maybe only half a basket, but it's enough to make some for emergency use."

After saying this, Ping'an hurried to find Xiaowu.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Master, Xiao Wu has gone to get it. I'll have someone cook taro and rice soup. The temperature is rising and the oranges will mold quickly. Master, it's best to go to my farm to make it. Master Qin has a lot of experience in making medicine and the effect will definitely be better."

Sun Sicheng did not forget that today was the day his daughter would return home, and he managed to control himself from taking Ping An away right away.

"Master, we will prepare the first step here today. Tomorrow morning we will go to the farm and have someone search to see if we can find some oranges."

"Okay, it will probably take you three months to go back, which is too long. Awu, you don't want to go, right?

Ping An shook his head and said, "No, there's no need to suffer this. This time when I go back, it's just right to put Awu in the family tree. Yesterday, my biological father said that if my stepfather is willing to go back together, it's okay. It's no big deal."

I asked my father, he really wanted to go back to worship his ancestors, but after thinking about it he refused, saying that people in Beijing are well-educated and sensible, and may not say anything, but that would be different in the countryside. If two fathers were to go together, they would talk for a long time after dinner. He had too many concerns, so forget it.

Chen Xuan and his son will go with me. Chen Xuan will go back to get married. I want to take Erqiang and Sanqiang back with me. I also want to take Wu Qi, Wang Quan, Qingshi, Fang Wu, and Hu Zi back to meet their families."

"Okay, take the two Wus with you, as well as Lin Feng and Tong Lin. I'll let Wan Li follow you."

"No, you can't leave Uncle Ming by your side. These people are enough for me to take care of."

"How can there be few people around me?"

Soon, the taro rice soup was cooked and cooled, and the oranges were also brought in. There was only a small half basket, which were left over from the wedding banquet.

Last year, Dawu produced a lot of various fruits, most of which were given as New Year gifts. The rest was kept for the young master's high school banquet. Unexpectedly, it was used for a wedding.

It’s already past April, but the temperature in Beijing is still not high, otherwise it wouldn’t have survived.

The master and his disciple entered the Sun family's small pharmacy, brought Ruyi with them, and the three of them took a small brush and applied the taro soup on the oranges. They were afraid that if they soaked them, they would make them too mushy.

Then he put them into a basket layer by layer and covered them with straw. He told Erqiang to deliver it to Master Qin and asked them to sift some wood ash and keep it.

The old man here is angry.

"Yinan, why don't you take care of your son? Ping'an brought Awu back home today, and Awu went to accompany her mother and the others. Ping'an just sat down to chat with me, and Sicheng pulled him away. What's the urgent matter?"

The old man became angrier and angrier, and waved his sleeves: "I'm going to bed, don't call me for dinner later."

Sun Yinan hurriedly pulled his father and said, "Dad, I do know a little bit."

He brought the old man of the Bai family to Sicheng about his grandson's matter, and Sicheng heard from Ping An that he remembered a drug called penicillin that might cure the disease.

The old man said nothing.

Sicheng once told them in a very vague way that Ping'an was taught by a master for a period of time when he was a child. It was because of the prescription passed down by this master that the Sun family gained a lot of fame and fortune.

"Dad, Master Bai Er came to see me yesterday. Bai Jiaming's illness was getting worse, so he got anxious. No matter how wrong that child was, he was only as old as Ping An. What a pity. Besides, if there really was a good medicine, there would be too many people who could be saved."

A quarter of an hour later, Ping'an came in with his master, talking and laughing.

Seeing that the old man looked a little unhappy, Sun Sicheng pushed Ping An.

Ping An walked up to the old man with a smile.

"Grandfather, can you go to the farm tomorrow? I have invited my master. The farm is very beautiful now. I have reserved a new courtyard for you. All the things you need are ready. You can live with a few followers."

The old man's eyes lit up, "Okay, stay for a few days. It's comfortable to live in Chunshang Manor. Ask your uncle to stay with you. You don't need to go to the clinic these few days."

"Um."

Mr. Wang has gone to the Hanlin Academy to serve as its president again, and may be Ping An's immediate superior in the future.

Old Master Wang should be as bored as he is, so it would be a good idea for him to stay in a safe village for a while.

Sun Yinan asked about penicillin.

Ping An explained the principle again.

"Grandfather, this is also a virus after all. I dare not use it lightly, but it is useful for some stubborn viruses. Simply put, it is the same principle of fighting poison with poison."

Even the old man was fascinated by what he heard. It was a pity that such a medical genius became an official.

"Sicheng, even if this kind of penicillin is developed, you should not use it lightly."

Sun Sicheng nodded: "Grandfather, I know. Ping An also said that he would test the skin first and use it only if there is nothing wrong. In fact, it is best to use Ping An here for the first time. I am just afraid that there will not be enough time."

Ping An thought: "Master, starting from today, we can extract some in seven or eight days. I will just leave at night. It's okay. I just need to go faster on the way back."

"Okay, I'll ask Wanli to prepare some supplies for the journey. Since Awu won't be coming with you, it would be fine if you could walk a little more each day."

Here, Mrs. Wu looked at her daughter's rosy little face and knew that she was living a good life. Yes, marrying Ping'an, the person who knows her best, what is there to worry about?

Xin'er was a little absent-minded.

Ah Wu smiled and said, "Are you worried about Zhou Heng? My husband said he is a good student, so there is no need to worry."

"Sister, you don't know. If he can get a higher ranking in the exam, it will be easier for grandfather and uncle to find a connection to keep him in the capital, or at least near the capital. If he is assigned to a place too far away, I won't be able to go home often."

Ma was somewhat anxious, but today was the big day when her niece would come back home, so she couldn't look sad.

"Xin'er, you are really worrying for no reason. Zhou Heng is a good student, and there is a high probability that he can stay here. It doesn't matter if he is far away. Didn't your father and I stay in Huainan Prefecture for so many years?"

Xin'er stamped her feet and pretended to be angry, "Aunt, look at what my mother said. She and my father set out every November, and then rush to Huainan Prefecture after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. That's three months in total. Which official gets three months of annual leave every year?"

Several people laughed.

The second master of the Sun family and his wife are the most casual and free-spirited couple. Who among them doesn’t know them?

But how many people are as lucky as them?