Chapter 285 Junior Brother, We're Not That Bad
She was feeling down, which is why she asked her senior brother to take her pulse.
Song Chunxue quickly waved her hand, "Senior brother, you're too kind. I'm perfectly fine, no need to take my pulse."
The Taoist priest watched the cautious figures of the grandmother and grandson and sighed softly, "They brought five coins to see a doctor. In a few days, there will be more and more people like them. Junior brother, would you be willing to not charge them a single coin?"
"Of course," Song Chunxue had a vague guess in her heart, and asked calmly while suppressing her excitement, "Is Senior Brother willing to teach me?"
"You can't get fat in one bite. I'll teach you pulse diagnosis first. You should look at the meridian chart I gave you before often. Medicine and the art of medicine are inseparable. When you know more characters in the future, your senior brother has prepared a lot of books for you, which may take up a lot of your time."
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "I don't have to farm myself anymore, so it won't take any time off."
"That's good. I'll teach you how to take a pulse first." As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his wrist and placed his fingers on his wrist.
"The positions of these three fingers represent the cun, guan, and chi positions, respectively representing the heart, liver, and kidneys. When you press lightly, you'll feel the small intestine, gallbladder, and bladder..."
"Senior brother, please speak slowly. My memory isn't that good. Please say it again."
Lei Yun, who was taking the patient's pulse, shook his head slightly, "If the Taoist priest teaches her these things now, will she be able to learn them?"
Wang Shouming whispered, "Junior Martial Aunt couldn't read at first, but in less than half a year, she could draw talismans. I think she can learn it."
"Yes, it's rare for her to have such perseverance. Studying medicine is difficult, and there are very few people studying medicine in small places like this. Barefoot doctors are busy farming. Unless it's a family tradition and you start learning from childhood, it's hard to learn real skills. I hope she can persevere and not just act on impulse."
“Junior Uncle looks very calm and wise, unlike other women. Even if he doesn’t study for long, he learns a little bit at a time. He can even take care of himself when he has a headache or fever.”
Lei Yun laughed and said, "You're quite open-minded."
Wang Shouming lowered his head and smiled, "I just don't have any grand ambitions."
...
After dinner, Song Chunxue studied and learned to read by the oil lamp.
She felt that she was learning to read too slowly and needed to learn more. Otherwise, with so much to learn, how could she manage if she didn't even know how to read?
Compared to meditation and cultivation, she would rather learn some medical skills.
She worked so hard when she was young that she did all the farm work by herself. Sometimes she would be weeding in the fields before the dew had dried, and she did a lot of physical labor even when she had an upset stomach.
In a few years, as she gets older, those old ailments will torment her, making it difficult for her to sleep and eat.
She mainly wanted to save herself; learning more would always be better for her health.
She now has the money to see a doctor, but she is very anxious and wants to know what's wrong with her and what else she should pay attention to besides taking medicine in order to take care of her health.
When she has learned more, when she is in her fifties or sixties, she will be able to save herself when a plague breaks out.
Song Chunxue wanted to know what medicinal herbs she grew in her field could cure, and whether drinking them as tea would cause health problems.
Anyway, I'm just idling around, which is better than having nothing to do and being unable to resist going out to find men.
Men may run away and die, but what they learn will stay with them through thick and thin.
She didn't want to have lived two lifetimes with her mind still empty, only remembering who had treated her badly.
"Knock knock knock".
Song Chunxue looked up and saw the Taoist priest standing at the door.
"Come in and talk, senior brother." She put down her pen and paper and noticed that her senior brother was holding several books.
“These are books that I have treasured for many years. I no longer need them, so I will give them to my junior brother.”
Song Chunxue accepted it with both hands, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
The Taoist priest sat on a chair not far away, looking around at the furnishings in the room.
"He has the air of a scholar. To be honest, my junior brother has impressed me."
Song Chunxue said sincerely, "Thanks to my senior brother, he helped me to start anew. He didn't look down on me because I was illiterate and was willing to patiently teach me."
"Senior brother is moving up the mountain tomorrow, right? Have you packed your things yet?"
She said to herself, "Tomorrow I'm going to escort my senior brother up the mountain and check on his place. The bedding and stuff are too old; we'll get new ones."
"My senior brother is sometimes meticulous, but most of the time he is easygoing and makes do with whatever he can. He is too good at saving money. If you need anything, just ask him to buy it for you. He can't refuse."
The Taoist priest was both amused and exasperated. "Junior brother is so wealthy now, yet you still insist on spending money on me, huh? I'm not picky about food, clothing, or shelter. As long as I can get by, that's fine. Anyway, I won't stay in any place for long."
"When does Senior Brother plan to go to the next place?"
"I don't know yet."
"That settles it then. You can give me the new bedding I bought for you when you leave. It won't go to waste. Anyway, I have a lot of kids, so they'll all need it."
“The old one can be rebuilt, there’s no need to spend the money.”
Song Chunxue insisted, "Senior brother has a great sense of righteousness and his eyes are always on the poor and suffering people of the world. I am just an ordinary person. Senior brother treats me well, so I want to repay him and make him sleep more comfortably."
"Moreover, although my senior brother doesn't say it, I know that you must have been a young master from a wealthy family, with a refined taste in food and clothing, otherwise you wouldn't have bought such a fine inkstone."
The Taoist priest remained silent, somewhat surprised by her sharp insight.
He looked down at his sleeve and answered softly, "You guessed right, I was indeed born into a wealthy family, but I later considered myself a wandering Taoist priest and didn't care about such things."
"Senior brother, you're too kind to refuse your junior brother's good intentions, are you?"
As she spoke, she took a set of light-colored clothes and two pairs of brand-new cloth shoes from a box next to her, with socks stuffed inside.
"Summer is here, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Your clothes look thick, senior brother. This is a token of my appreciation. Please accept it."
Even in the dim candlelight, the Taoist priest could tell that the fabric in her hands would be soft and comfortable to wear.
Also, the cloth shoes she made were the same as the ones he wore; the black and white linen was very durable.
For some reason, this scene brought tears to the Taoist priest's eyes.
He accepted it with both hands, got up and walked out, saying, "Thank you very much, senior brother. Get some rest."
"Alright, take care, senior brother."
Song Chunxue got up and closed the door, not seeing that the Taoist priest almost missed the steps and fell into the courtyard.
...
The next day, Song Chunxue led the donkey out.
She brought out one black porcelain jar after another from the kitchen and placed them on a cart placed on the platform.
"Senior brother, please hold the cart steady, don't let it fall."
The Taoist priest frowned slightly. "Junior brother, where are you taking all this stuff?"
"We're taking our senior brother up the mountain. You'll need to eat up there eventually. Do you think he's reached the pinnacle of cultivation and can survive on dew and nectar?"
The Taoist priest rubbed his forehead, "There's no need for so many."
All I could see on the cart were various jars and cloth bags, as well as cloth bags that hadn't been loaded onto the cart piled up on the platform, and a large bag of potatoes—it was impossible to haul them all away in one trip.
"Senior brother, you usually cook for yourself, right? You have to carry everything up the mountain bit by bit. It would be so much more convenient to use a vehicle."
"And this donkey, if you don't mind, you can ride it when you go on a long trip. Your senior brother liked it a lot before, now it's yours. If there's no fodder on the mountain, I'll take care of it for you."
The Taoist priest was at a loss and helplessly spread his hands, saying, "Junior brother, it's not that bad. I think you want to be my mother."
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