Chapter 292 Let's go dig potatoes another day
Hearing the Taoist priest say this, Song Chunxue felt a warmth in her heart.
"No need, senior brother. I've traveled far alone before, let alone now. Most people can't beat me. You can keep an eye on Sanwa for me from time to time. I might be gone for a while, at least half a month and at most a month and a half. I feel more at ease with you here, senior brother."
The Taoist priest pondered for a moment, then said, "Very well, when will you set off?"
"I haven't decided yet, just in the next couple of days." As she spoke, Song Chunxue took out a bunch of keys from her bosom. "These are the keys to that courtyard; you might need them."
The Taoist priest recognized the key; they had gone to collect grain there in the middle of the night a few days ago.
"Alright, after the acupuncture is finished, I'll invite my junior brother to Zuiyunlou for drinks." The Taoist priest put the key in his pocket. "There's something I need to discuss with my junior brother."
Jiang Song Chunxue nodded, "Senior brother, please check if my acupuncture is correct."
The Taoist priest walked over and looked at the medicine as he wrapped it up, nodding repeatedly.
"Hmm, not bad. It seems you've put in the effort, junior brother. I'll teach you another set of acupuncture techniques later."
Just as Song Chunxue was about to refuse, she heard the Taoist priest say in a deep voice, "Having many skills is never a bad thing; they can save your life in a critical moment."
well.
Song Chunxue slumped into a chair, thinking that she was probably born to be a workaholic.
Although I no longer farm, I do more things every day than before.
She wanted to have a nice two-day rest, but her senior brother was supervising and urging her.
She was quite worried that her senior brother would be gone for several months, but this time he stayed for eight months. He rarely went to the countryside and would come to instruct her whenever he had free time.
In Song Chunxue's view, she felt just as nervous as children would when they saw a teacher when they saw a Taoist priest.
She's just an old woman who farms, not a proper Taoist priestess. Why can't she just laze around for a few days?
However, she has become smarter now and takes time off with Sanwa.
Sanwa's day off was also her day off. She mentioned this plan to her senior brother, who praised Song Chunxue.
Just then, someone walked into the clinic.
"Master, you're busy. My child has an upset stomach and a poor appetite. Could you prescribe a couple of doses of medicine for him/her to drink?"
Song Chunxue turned her head in surprise and said that the voice sounded familiar.
In the blink of an eye, Mei Yang's child is already over a year old.
“Oh, Sister Song is here too,” Mei Yang followed the Taoist priest’s gaze, turned around and walked to Song Chunxue. “You’re so clingy to the Taoist priest, you might as well marry him.”
The burly man lying on the bed with acupuncture needles in his leg said irritably, "What nonsense are you talking about? These fellow disciples are proper practitioners. This junior brother is giving me acupuncture. Why are you talking so rudely? You've known the Taoist priest for so long."
Mei Yang recognized the person on the bed. "You let her give you acupuncture? Aren't you afraid she'll paralyze you?"
The burly man snorted twice, "Who do you think you are? Even the Taoist priest praised the other person's skill in making the knots. You're the only one who can talk nonsense."
Mei Yang walked up to him and reached out to move the silver needles on his leg.
"hiss……"
"Smack!"
The next moment, Mei Yang's hand was struck solidly with a bamboo stick.
Song Chunxue looked at him coldly, "Don't move."
Mei Yang was a little annoyed, but she didn't say anything more and turned to get the medicine.
"Bring your child over here so I can take his pulse and examine him before prescribing any medicine. You can't prescribe medicine for children without consulting a doctor. Also, try to give children under three years old as little medicine as possible and give them more massages."
As he spoke, the Taoist priest tore a piece of paper from the middle of a book beside him.
"Go get a pediatric massage chart and give your child a massage. From your description, your child probably has indigestion and an upset stomach. Don't be lazy and eat with the adults. The child has just started teething, so cook the noodles a little longer."
Mei Yang took the paper, on which the acupoints for the child's massage were carefully marked, and the drawings of the back and hands were very vivid.
On the other side, there are also methods for dealing with bloating and persistent high fever, all written clearly.
"Who drew this? This is a good method. How much does one cost?"
The Taoist priest finished tying the medicinal ropes around the other patients' wounds and casually said, "Three coins."
Song Chunxue crossed her arms and stared straight at Mei Yang.
If he ever said anything like "this piece of paper costs three coins," she would snatch the paper back, tear it up, and refuse to give it to him.
He's a father now, but the more I look at him, the more I want to punch him.
Mei Yang looked up and met Song Chunxue's sinister gaze.
"Hey, you want to pick a fight with me, huh? I won't give you the chance." With that, Mei Yang took out six copper coins from his purse. "Give me two, and give the other one away."
The Taoist priest tore off another sheet for him.
Before leaving, Mei Yang glanced at the Taoist priest and whispered something in his ear.
Seeing the Taoist priest's expression change, Song Chunxue knew he hadn't said anything nice.
She grabbed the feather duster hanging nearby and quickly chased after him.
Mei Yang seemed to sense something, "Hey, you want to hit me, Sister Song? I didn't do anything to you."
"Don't let me see you again. You're a father now, can't you tone it down a bit?" Song Chunxue stood at the door, pointing at him with a feather duster. "Be nicer to your wife, and stop flirting with other people. Kids always imitate what they see. Don't let your son be just like you."
Mei Yang scoffed, "What kind of behavior is that?"
He lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, he wouldn't be interested in a widow."
"You son of a bitch..."
Just as Song Chunxue was about to throw the feather duster away, the Taoist priest stopped her.
"Don't stoop to his level. Keep your distance and say less, and he'll naturally have no face to provoke you." The Taoist priest's gaze fell on Mei Yang from dozens of meters away. "Junior brother, I have something fun to teach you, something that can help you deal with thugs when you're out and about."
Song Chunxue immediately became interested, "Come on, senior brother, teach me quickly."
She turned to look for the notebook. She had been eyeing her senior brother's little skills for so long, but this was the first time she had heard him agree to teach them to her.
"When drinking, I said, 'Don't let this guy learn this.'"
The burly man lying on the wooden bed receiving acupuncture laughed, "Don't worry, even if you taught me, I wouldn't be able to learn it. His aunt is amazing; she can learn anything and has more drive than the average young person."
These words warmed Song Chunxue's heart. "Thank you for the compliment, elder brother."
After Song Chunxue removed the needles, when there were few people in the clinic, the two of them went to Zuiyun Tower.
The best restaurant in the county, and also the only one.
We requested a private room, and the Taoist priest was incredibly generous, ordering a table full of fine wine and dishes.
While Song Chunxue was extremely surprised, she also felt that there was something fishy about this meal.
She dared not eat it.
She rubbed her palms together. "Senior brother, can't we just talk straight? I've never seen you use this trick on me before, it's really creepy. Senior brother, could it be that something's happened and you need junior brother's help?"
"Actually, given our friendship, senior brother, there's no need to be so wasteful. I've never even heard of the dishes you ordered."
The Taoist priest smiled mysteriously, picked up his chopsticks, and took out a peanut.
"Junior brother, don't be in such a hurry. We can talk after we've eaten and drunk our fill. If we hurt our brotherhood, this delicious meal won't be enough, and that would be a waste."
Looking at the pot of mutton that the waiter brought to the table, Song Chunxue was a little suspicious. Could it be that her senior brother was going to sell her?
However, at her age, even if she were sold, it wouldn't be worth this table full of fine wine and food.
"Senior brother, if you don't tell me, nobody gets to eat this meal." Song Chunxue pressed down on his chopsticks. "Otherwise, I won't make you boil buckwheat noodles to put in the vegetable jar next time."
If he doesn't put the vegetable scraps in the jar, where will he get the leftover liquid to eat?
After pondering for a moment, the Taoist priest said, "Junior brother, let's go to your potato cellar to dig up potatoes another day."
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