Another portion went to the lungs, which are responsible for descending and purifying the body.

You can think of it as the lid of a pot when steaming buns. The steam generated on top will flow down the lid, be filtered in the pot, and circulate repeatedly.

Then there's the kidney, which separates the clear from the turbid.

The clear part after filtration is the good water. It goes through the Mingmen point in the waist, along the Du meridian on the back, all the way up to the neck. The neck is like a transfer station. This part of the water is good for the body and nourishes the brain.

The turbid portion is given to the bladder, which then performs a second distillation and filtration, sending the clear portion to the liver, while the turbid portion is excreted as urine.

Yin water will travel from the stomach to the small intestine along with food, where it will be sorted. The water will then travel to the large intestine and be distilled at high temperatures in the small intestine.

Because the large intestine is above the small intestine, and the small intestine has a higher temperature, it is internally and externally related to the heart. Water is distilled by the small intestine and then flows through the three jiaos to reach our lungs.

Because the lungs and large intestine are internally and externally related, the lungs release the clearest part of their fluids into the mouth, which is called "stagnation fluid" in traditional Chinese medicine.

This is why sometimes drinking water doesn't quench your thirst—it's because you're not drinking the right kind of water.

Li Xiyue lacks Yin water, so she needs to drink rice porridge.

Making rice porridge is also very simple. Just bring it to a boil over high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer for a few more minutes.

Li Xiyue went to the study to read for a while, and the rice porridge was ready. She drank a bowl and felt less dry, so she poured out the rice porridge, put it in a thermos and drank it slowly. The remaining half-cooked rice could be used to make steamed rice.

Seeing that it was almost time, she took Xiaobai out of the space, gathered some herbs near the canyon, and went to find Xu Guoqing.

There was no one left in the canyon. She assumed that Xu Guoqing had gone back first, so she took Xiaobai down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Xu Guoqing, Xu Xiangyang, and Liu Hongshao were waiting.

Xu Guoqing covered his ears, looking utterly dejected.

Xu Xiangyang's face was as black as charcoal, but Liu Hongshao kept acting coquettishly, which was extremely annoying.

"Where did you go?" Xu Xiangyang asked as soon as he saw her return.

Li Xiyue made up a story: "Gathering herbs, it's near the canyon."

Xu Xiangyang said, "It's best not to go out alone in the future; it's not safe in the mountains." After saying that, he took her basket off his back and carried it himself.

Li Xiyue: "..."

These are the herbs she picked. He came empty-handed and came back empty-handed. What's the meaning of him snatching her basket?

But seeing Xu Xiangyang's dark face, he didn't say anything and went down the mountain empty-handed.

Liu Hongshao saw things differently. She clenched her fists and glared at Li Xiyue with resentment. She knew that Xiangyang had been bewitched by this vixen, Li Xiyue!

Li Xiyue had no idea that she had inexplicably been branded a vixen.

"Oh, isn't this Li Zhiqing? Did you go up the mountain to gather herbs?" Upon arriving in the village, they encountered a woman who looked Li Xiyue up and down and said in a sarcastic tone.

Li Xiyue had only been there a short time and didn't know all the villagers yet, so they looked to Xu Guoqing for help.

Xu Guoqing said, "This is Aunt Qingju." He then winked at her.

Li Xiyue understood immediately.

Liu Qingju, another gossipy woman in the village, was as famous as Wang Cuihua. She was a troublemaker in Xujia Village. She loved to take advantage of others, and she would even pluck a tuft of hair from a passing dog.

Li Xiyue quickly told Xiaobai to stay away so she wouldn't get plucked bald.

"Hello, Aunt Qingju." Li Xiyue greeted her politely.

Seeing that she was empty-handed and hadn't brought anything, Liu Qingju had no choice but to reach out and tug at her clothes. "Li Zhiqing, are your clothes new? There isn't a single patch on them."

She hasn't worn new clothes in a long time. Wouldn't it be great to have a new dress like this?

There were four people in the group, but Liu Qingju didn't dare to touch the others, because the other three of them had unusual backgrounds.

Xu Guoqing was from the family of a barefoot doctor, so they dared not offend him. Liu Hongshao was the niece of an accountant, and she was from the same village as their own family, so they did not want to offend her either.

Needless to say, Xu Xiangyang was even more troublesome than her and Wang Cuihua; she dared not provoke him.

Li Xiyue was the only educated youth from the city, and she had a lot of good stuff. She had wanted to get her hands on it for a long time but never had the chance. Now that she had the opportunity, how could she let it go easily?