Ever since she learned that the movement had begun, Tian Cai had always felt uneasy about her current status. After all, traditional Chinese medicine was greatly affected in this movement. She had to think of another way and apply to the team for more Western medicine.

For lunch, Tian Cai wanted to eat knife-cut noodles, so he kneaded the noodles himself, made the soup with vegetables and shredded meat, and added a little chili powder, which made it fresh, fragrant and slightly spicy.

Several kinds of green leafy vegetables planted in the vegetable garden are ready to be eaten, but the remaining beans, eggplants and cucumbers were planted not long ago and it will take a long time for them to be eaten.

The sliced ​​noodles with chili peppers whetted Tian Cai's appetite. She had already lost weight from the spring plowing, so this gave her even more reason to eat more to replenish her body.

After waking up from a nap, Tian Cai stood in front of the medicine cabinet and decided to make some shampoo for Du Chunyan. It was not in vain after all.

Tian Cai took out the soapberry from the cellar, washed it and soaked it in hot water, then ground several other medicinal herbs together on a stone mill. These were all recorded in the medical books left by Cai Ping, and were needed in the recipe for making hair growth paste.

After working hard for an entire afternoon, she finally made two bamboo jars. She weighed them in her hands and found they weighed almost one kilogram, which was enough for Du Chunyan to use for half a year.

The people that Tian Cai was talking about were also talking about her.

Du Chunyan looked in the mirror and carefully combed her hair bit by bit. Her eyes and expression were as if she was looking at her own beloved baby.

When her husband saw her like this as soon as he came home from get off work, he immediately felt his teeth ache, "I said, do you really need to do this?"

"Of course not!" Du Chunyan's eyes didn't leave the mirror. "Look at my hair growing out. I look several years younger. Otherwise, if I go out with you in a few years, people will think I'm your mother!"

"It's not that exaggerated!" He also knew that his wife was quite concerned about her thin hair. Her hair had become thinner in the past two years, so she wore a hat all year round. Even in the summer, she would sweat all over her face but she would not take it off.

"Of course I haven't. The way your childhood sweetheart looked at me last time, huh!" Du Chunyan felt uncomfortable when she thought about the shampoo that gave her hope of hair growth was used up.

When talking about childhood sweethearts, men dare not say another word, otherwise they will be the ones to suffer.