Old Du and Old Zeng had many concerns; Song Yan's medical skills might cause trouble.
After all, people would know when Song Yan started learning medicine and from whom.
Song Yan nodded; this was something that needed to be considered.
She needs to make some preparations to prevent those who intend to harm her from succeeding. Even better if no one tries to harm her!
Old Han was the most worried; he was sighing and lamenting.
“I’m a military dependent now, and even the county head says I’m a good young man. Don’t worry so much,” Song Yan advised. “Here, have some chicken soup! And Lao Liao, here’s your medicine. Twice a day, one pill each time.”
Old Han first took the ginseng nourishing pills and smelled them carefully. He looked at Song Yan in surprise. Old Liao went up and took the canned food jar. "This is for me."
Song Yan served the first bowl of chicken soup to Old Zeng, her father. The first bowl wasn't his, and he complained…
Old Han finished the chicken soup in his bowl.
Old Han: "You're just going to let the people who bullied you get away with it?"
Old Han's words were completely unexpected. Song Yan looked at him in surprise. Was Old Han referring to Dong Mingming?
Song Yan: "I really didn't intend to let her off the hook. But now she's being punished every day, and I don't even have a chance to do anything about it."
"Follow me!" Old Han walked ahead first.
This means they're taking me out to talk.
"I'll teach you something to get back at the people who harmed you." Old Han handed Song Yan two sheets of paper. "These are two recipes. Grind all the ingredients from both recipes. I'll teach you how to make mosquito coils. The mosquito coils made from the two recipes will smell the same when burned, but their effects will be completely different."
At this point, Lao Han stopped.
"What's wrong?" Song Yan asked.
Old Han: "I want you to swear that you will never use what you've learned to harm innocent people."
She swore without hesitation that Song Yan could do it…
Song Yan had no idea how he got back; it all felt so unreal. He couldn't believe such a miraculous thing existed in the world. He'd only ever seen things like that in novels before.
These two types of mosquito coils, one is a real mosquito coil. It works very well to repel mosquitoes and flies.
The other type is not mosquito coils. If someone smells it for an hour after it burns, it can cause them to be mentally unstable for at least seven days, and sometimes up to ten days.
After smelling this mosquito coil, just repeat one sentence three times in front of her. She'll most likely say the same thing.
Both types of mosquito coils smell the same when burned.
Even experts would have difficulty distinguishing the two types of mosquito coils by smell alone.
If it's burned to ashes, then nothing can be distinguished.
Only the mosquito coil itself can be detected by experts to be different.
Moreover, this mosquito coil's effectiveness can be neutralized with just a sip of vinegar. Drinking vinegar will render the mosquito coil ineffective.
The white mushroom in the recipe is a type of mushroom. It's in a small cloth bag at the very bottom of the books Lao Han gave her; you only need one at a time.
Even Old Han himself didn't know where these mushrooms grew. His master didn't tell him when he gave them to him, only saying that fresh mushrooms would be more effective in medicine. After giving them to him, he never touched them. This stuff, if not mixed with vinegar, will not lose its medicinal properties even after a hundred years.
Song Yan went back and looked through the things Lao Han had given her; she had seen the cloth bag before. Inside were some small items she didn't recognize. After looking through them, Song Yan put them back.
She never expected there to be such a magical thing inside.
There were several small packets inside a cloth bag. Song Yan found the one containing mushrooms, opened it, and found only two mushrooms.
Once you've used up the two flowers, there won't be any left.
Song Yan didn't intend to harm anyone using this method; it's just that she wanted to think more about such a magical thing.
Mushrooms reproduce by spores, which are usually found in the gills or tubes of the mushroom cap. Some spores can survive for many, many years.
I wonder if these two mushrooms still have spores or if they are still viable.
Song Yan took out a mushroom and placed it in his spatial dimension, then watered it with the spring water from the first spring.
Song Yan was tired after a busy day. He'd check on the mushrooms in his space tomorrow; if they didn't grow anything, he'd use them to make mosquito coils.
Good heavens! Mushrooms have grown! Mushrooms have white caps and grayish bottoms, they don't look particularly unusual.
Song Yan quickly collected the mushrooms, put them into canning jars, and sealed them.
We can't let these mushrooms grow anymore. We can't let these mushrooms grow anymore.
Song Yan thought to himself silently.
It can be controlled by consciousness within the space.
Song Yan immediately wanted to make such a magical mosquito coil.
Once the hay cutting started, I had some free time.
Song Yan went to the commune early in the morning. Watching her retreating figure, Dong Mingming's eyes were practically red with envy. While she toiled away leisurely, Song Yan could freely wander around whenever she wanted. She always used the excuse of going to the commune to see Han Yu.
Song Yan and the other deputy captains wholeheartedly supported it.
This autumn, quite a few teams will be planning to knit. Good relationships will only benefit one's own team, with no drawbacks.
Song Yan wrote down the medicinal herbs from the two prescriptions into five prescriptions.
So Song Yan went to the county the next day. There was a prescription that Song Yan personally went to get.
The remaining four tickets, Qin Laoda will have someone buy them…
Song Yan hadn't yet fulfilled her promise to Li Yuanzhao to make dumplings for her. Sister-in-law Cheng gave birth safely, and Song Yan was in a good mood. When she went to the commune's supply and marketing cooperative to buy charcoal, she also bought a pound of meat, but they only sold her one pound, so even though she had two pound meat coupons, they were useless.
Song Yan took out two more pounds of meat from his spatial storage.
The shepherd's purse in the space was especially fresh and tender.
She sent Aunt Wei to visit other people's homes. Now that she was alone, Song Yan tossed the meat into her spatial storage. Her consciousness controlled the kitchen knife within, rapidly shoveling meat and vegetables... and the rolling pin itself rolled out dumpling wrappers...
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