The village chief stopped smoking when he went up the mountain for fear of causing a volcanic fire.
He held a machete and a wooden stick in his hands, and he explored the way while cutting the weeds.
It looked like a short road, but it took more than two hours to get there.
The maple tree was still there, thicker than it had been forty years ago. The village chief stood beneath it, pointed to a branch, and said, "Uncle Song was hanged on this branch."
Song Ci and Song Fei looked up at the tree branch. Thinking of their grandfather being hanged here, they couldn't help but feel sad.
Under the maple tree, there were all sorts of weed-like things growing. When Song Ci saw them, her expression lit up with joy. "They're all medicinal herbs!"
Song Fei stared at the herbs with a confused look in her eyes. "What are they?"
Song Ci cast a questioning look at Song Fei, "Song Fei, you don't even know the medicinal herbs, and you still want to participate in the Mo family's competition?"
Song Fei actually nodded calmly and said, "I don't understand Chinese medicine."
Song Dynasty porcelain:!
Why are you participating in a Chinese medicine competition if you don’t understand Chinese medicine!
Song Fei: "We went to the Mo family to find out the truth about why our father and grandfather were driven away. Don't even think about the competition. I don't understand it at all."
In terms of traditional Chinese medicine, Song Dynasty jade is not as good as Song Dynasty porcelain.
Song Fei has a strong memory for numbers and symbols, so she is very talented in the fields of viruses and chemistry. However, she is not so good at traditional Chinese medicine.
Song Fei couldn't remember all the strange names of Chinese medicinal herbs. Song Ci had been in poor health since childhood and often took Chinese medicine. Under the influence of Song Tingyun, he also dabbled in Chinese medicine.
Song Ci just wanted to roll his eyes. It seems that even geniuses are not omnipotent.
She felt that she would be eliminated in the first round when she went to the Mo family this time.
Sure enough, even geniuses are not omnipotent.
"Uncle Song's grave is right there." The village chief pointed to the patch of land where the medicinal herbs grew most luxuriantly. Song Ci and Song Fei walked over and stared at the herbs. Song Ci said, "I'll transplant all these herbs and take them back later."
"What's this?"
Song Ci stared at the medicinal herb and said, "It looks like the soul-calming grass." The soul-calming grass is a very effective grass in treating mental illness. This grass is very rare and is often used by traditional Chinese medicine to suppress depression and mental illness.
This herb can suppress the disordered nerves of mental patients and keep them calm for a period of time.
"That's quite useful."
Song Ci pulled up the herbs, tied them into a bundle, and carefully placed them on the ground. After all the herbs were pulled out, the true appearance of the tomb below was revealed. The tomb had become a pile of earth, without the shape of a tombstone.
Uncle Song said, "Brother Yun last came back more than ten years ago. At that time, he said he would repair the tomb next time he came, but he never came..."
"My father died in the Bijiang earthquake, along with my mother."
"I see." The village chief sighed, "Brother Yun and Uncle Song are not that lucky."
Song Ci and Song Fei thanked the village chief and asked him to go down the mountain first. The two sisters took a hoe and a shovel to repair the grave, erected a wooden tablet in front of the tombstone, and wrote Song Qingkuang's name on the tablet with paint.
The two sisters burned incense and kowtowed to their grandfather.
After all this, Song Ci and Song Fei were a little tired. The two sisters sat in front of their grandfather's grave, eating bread and drinking water. Song Ci stared at the two herb fields in front of them and the dilapidated house at the end of the herb field, which was badly damaged and had many corners collapsed.
Song Ci said: "Our father grew up here."
Song Fei said, "Maybe there are traces of my father and grandfather's life in here."
The two sisters looked at each other and said, "Let's go and have a look!"
After finishing the bread, Song Ci stood up and clapped his hands, then went into the house with Song Fei. In the middle of the long row of houses was the main room, which had collapsed and was overgrown with weeds.
The door to the side room on the left side of the main hall was already overgrown with weeds. Song Ci stood at the door and said, "It seems that this house has not collapsed yet."
Song Fei said, "Maybe if you open the door, the house will collapse."
Song Ci said, "I'll try."
She pushed the door open and it swung open easily.
Inside the house, which should be a room, you can see a bunk bed that has been eaten by insects. There are also some broken tables and chairs in the room.
Song Ci and Song Fei stood at the door for a while, and after confirming that the house would not collapse immediately, they walked in. This should be their grandfather's room. There was a bookshelf in the room, and the medical books on it had been damp and moldy, and had long been stuck together, making it impossible to open.
Song Ci tried to pull out a medical book, opened it, and saw the yellowed paper and faint handwriting inside. He sighed, "Our grandfather's handwriting is really good."
Song Qingkuang's calligraphy is very beautiful, and occasionally you can see some pen calligraphy. His calligraphy is in the thin gold style, while his pen calligraphy is in cursive script. His handwriting is like his personality, frivolous and unrestrained.
Song Ci put the book back and looked at the other books.
Song Fei also opened a wooden box, and seeing that it contained some messy herbs, she immediately lost interest. Song Ci searched on the bookshelf and chose another book with a red cover.
She opened the book and found a letter hidden inside.
"Song Fei! Come and see!"
Song Fei walked over and stood with Song Ci, looking down at the letter. The calligraphy on the letter was very beautiful. The recipient was called Mo Qingkuang, but the name written on it was only one word, called -
fir.
Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other.
Song Ci asked, "Can you open it?"
Song Fei said, "If I don't tell you to open it, you won't open it?"
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