A good sheep eating grass

Lingxi took out an aluminum medicine box from the medicine box and opened it carefully. There was a layer of slightly damp white gauze on the top, and inside was a emerald green grass with soft and fluffy hairs all over its body. The root stem was slender and tender, the leaves were heart-shaped, with clear veins, and small white flowers like rice grains on the top.

From a distance, the whole plant looked translucent, tender, and glittering. Zhou Chuzhuo had seen many rare medicinal herbs, but he had no idea what kind of famous herb this was that was so precious.

"Is this magic grass?" Zhou Chuzhuo asked as he looked at the grass that was treated as treasured.

"Not really." Jingxuan denied it but did not explain further. He raised his eyebrows and said to the nun, "Go and grind the grass to get the juice."

Zhou Chuzhuo hurriedly brought out an empty rough earthenware bowl, and Lingxi took out a small jade pestle from the medicine box. They put the grass into the earthenware bowl and pounded it gently. The tender green grass juice separated from the rhizome; they pounded it again, and the leaves also exuded green juice.

The grass was so tender that it took no effort at all. After a few strokes, it was crushed into only a small piece, with a layer of tender green grass juice at the bottom of the bowl.

"Master." Lingxi brought the bowl.

Taking the pottery bowl, Jingxuan helped Zhou Huaiyue up and let him half lean against the head of the bed. He slowly and carefully fed the grass juice into Zhou Huaiyue's mouth, making sure he had drunk it all before letting him lie down again.

Seeing that Zhou Huaiyue's expression had eased a little, Jingxuan calmly rolled up the acupuncture needle bag, packed it up and handed it to the little nun, then turned to Zhou Chuzhuo and said, "The temperature should be down in the afternoon. After he wakes up, give him more water. Later, I'll ask Lingxi to send another herb and give it to him in the same way. He will be fine tomorrow. The water here is hard, and he has just arrived, so he needs some time to adapt."

"Thank you, thank you!" Zhou's father took out two medical bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Jingxuan's hand. "Here, it's not easy for the three of you to stay in the Taoist temple. Take it."

There are only three female Taoist priests in the dilapidated female Taoist temple in the mountains: the eldest master Ciyun is over 80 years old and has been bedridden since she fell last year; the master Jingxuan is over 50 years old and is in charge of all affairs in the Taoist temple. She has to take care of the eldest master and also see patients; the young Taoist nun Lingxi is responsible for cooking and sanitation every day. In her free time, she reads medical books and follows the master Jingxuan to see patients.

"Of course I'll take other people's money, but not yours. They haven't thanked you for teaching the children to write yet. This little favor should be my duty." Jingxuan pushed Zhou Chuzhuo's hand away, tidied up his hair, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his Taoist robe.

"Then when Huaiyue gets better, let him come to thank us." Zhou Chuzhuo's words made the little nun's eyes sparkle. She asked happily, "Really? The master will definitely be very happy to see him."

When she first met Zhou Huaiyue, she wanted to take him to see the Grand Master, because Zhou Huaiyue not only knew about medicinal herbs, but also had an extraordinary aura, like light.

"Yes, I will fulfill your wish." Zhou Chuzhuo stroked Lingxi's head like a loving old father. He liked this child, who was smart and intelligent and could write his own works.

Jingxuan just stood aside and said nothing. Not long after the two of them left, Zhou Huaiyue woke up.

The first thing he said was, "Where am I?"

I was really confused and couldn't tell the difference between the dream and reality.

All he remembered was that he was trapped in the mist and had been looking for Shen Roujiao. He walked and walked until he reached the river at the entrance of the village, where he met a girl from Donglinggou. She asked Zhou Huaiyue if he was looking for someone who had fallen into the river, and said that person had drifted far away.

Zhou Huaiyue panicked and ran along the river while shouting. In the end, his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make any sound and his legs couldn't move, but he still couldn't find Shen Roujiao.

He could only comfort himself that the person who fell into the river must not be Shen Roujiao. When he looked for her somewhere else, he saw a market at the intersection ahead. Shen Tianyou was sitting on a rock eating tofu pudding.

The shattered hope inexplicably reappeared. Zhou Huaiyue ran over without even having time to think and asked, "Where is Shen Roujiao?"

Shen Tianyou was shocked and looked at him with wide eyes, "You educated youth, do you know my little sister?"

"Where is she?" Zhou Huaiyue yelled at him anxiously.

"Why are you so fierce? She's right there." Shen Tianyou raised his hand holding the chopsticks and pointed forward.

Zhou Huaiyue looked in the direction he was going. Shen Roujiao was standing in front of the stall, calling out in a sweet and soft voice, "Tofu pudding for sale. Sweet and soft tofu pudding. A bowl of sweet tofu pudding on a hot morning will keep you in a good mood for the whole day."

The moment he saw Shen Roujiao, Zhou Huaiyue's anxiety and tension instantly disappeared. He took a long breath, stood still for a few seconds, and after calming down, he slowly walked to the snack stand: "Shen, Rou, Jiao."

"Zhou, Huai, Yue!" Her eyes were full of surprise, and then she smiled faintly, her two pear-shaped eyes filled with sweet honey, and she said coquettishly: "You found me."

"Yeah." Having found it, he smiled faintly.

That was the first time Zhou Huaiyue smiled at Shen Roujiao;

That was also the first day Shen Roujiao entered the book!

......

"Son, you finally woke up." Zhou's father touched his forehead again. It was still a little hot. Fortunately, he had woken up. "This is Nanshan Village. You are here with Dad."

As if he had had a long dream, Zhou Huaiyue blinked hard, looking at the semi-familiar and semi-unfamiliar environment around him, and his mind gradually became clear.

"dad!"

"Drink some water." Father Zhou brought a half-full cup of water and placed it on the bedside. He helped Zhou Huaiyue up and handed the cup to him. "Jingxuan said that the water here is hard and you haven't adapted to it yet."

After raising his head and drinking half of it in one gulp, Zhou Huaiyue asked, "Who is Jingxuan?"

"The Taoist doctor who gave you the injection is also Xiao Lingxi's master." Zhou Chuzhuo held a wet towel in his hand and let him wipe his face.

After wiping his face, Zhou Huaiyue became completely sober.

Thinking of Shen Roujiao's sweet smile in the dream, his heart pounded wildly, and a certain part of his body became excited. He couldn't press it down, so he turned his body to the side and pulled the thin blanket to cover himself, hiding the rising desire.

Feeling a burning sensation behind his ears, Zhou Huaiyue asked briefly, "Lingxi?"

"She will come to deliver the herbs in the evening. You might as well take a look. See if you know that herb." Zhou Chuzhuo carried a bamboo thermos and filled the cup at his son's bedside with water.

"Fuck?" Zhou Huaiyue was full of confusion.

When the topic turned to herbs, Zhou's father carefully described the whole process of Jingxuan's treatment for him, and how tender and green the herbs were, extremely beautiful, and like fairy herbs, which made Zhou Huaiyue extremely curious.

At least from what his father said, he was sure that he had never seen grass like this before.

As the sky gradually darkened, Zhou Huaiyue, whose fever had completely subsided, followed the doctor's instructions and drank as much water as he could. He leaned against the head of the bed and looked through the calligraphy he had just bought: Huang Tingjian's "Songfeng Pavilion". He was going to start practicing calligraphy with his father, practicing the thin, vigorous, and upright style that Shen Roujiao was good at.

"Are you feeling better?" A naughty and pleasant voice came from the door. The little Taoist nun Lingxi leaned against the door frame of the bedroom, with a beautiful arc at the corner of her mouth, looking at Zhou Huaiyue.

"Much better, thank you and your master."

"Lingxi is here. I'll get you a clay bowl." Zhou Chuzhuo took out the clay bowl he had used in the afternoon and handed it to the little nun.

Zhou Huaiyue stared at Lingxi as she took the herb out of the aluminum medicine box. When she was about to put it into the ceramic bowl, he interrupted her and said, "I want to see that herb."

"Okay, here you go." The nun handed it to him.

It is a fresh, tender, jade-like grass. Every leaf and root is full of juice, and water can be squeezed out with a light pinch. The intoxicating watery appearance is indeed emitting a bit of fairy spirit.

Zhou Huaiyue, who is considered to be knowledgeable, searched through the dictionary of medicinal materials in his mind but could not find any relevant information about this herb.

"What is this grass called?" Zhou Huaiyue took the grass, put it to his nose and sniffed hard. There was no smell.

"Yeah, grass!"

Lingxi looked a little embarrassed, because this grass had no name. If it had to be named, it would probably be called sheep-eating grass.

The sheep raised in the village like to climb up the cliffs and nibble on this kind of grass in the cracks between the rocks.

"No name?" Zhou Huaiyue picked a leaf, put it in his mouth, tasted it and chewed it. It tasted like fresh grass at first, and had a hint of bitterness in the aftertaste.

"Well. Do you know him?" Lingxi looked at Zhou Huaiyue expectantly, hoping that he could tell her the answer.

"Sorry, this is the first time I've seen such grass. Are its main functions to invigorate the stomach and digestion, clear away heat and detoxify?" When Zhou Huaiyue heard his father say that the local soil and water were hard, he thought of the wonderful uses of this grass.

"The most important thing is to reduce inflammation. The master said that this grass is a natural anti-inflammatory grass. It is very suitable for various fevers, swellings and pains, and pus discharge from lungs. But it cannot be heated. After heating, the medicinal effect will be lost." Lingxi seriously introduced to him how to use the nameless grass.

"If I'm not mistaken, it must be eaten immediately after being picked, and the storage requirements are very high." The high requirement is that it must be kept moist, otherwise it would not be placed in a medicine box with a layer of slightly damp gauze on top.

Lingxi blinked her big eyes. She thought Zhou Huaiyue was so amazing. He was right about everything she said.

"Can I chew it and eat it directly without grinding it into juice? In that case, it is a herb that can be used as both medicine and food. As medicine, it can clear away heat and detoxify; as food, it can help digestion." Before Lingxi could reply, Zhou Huaiyue had already stuffed the grass into his mouth. He took a bite, and the juice of the nameless grass overflowed. The root stem actually had a sweet aroma of corn, and the aftertaste was slightly sour. It can be said that it tasted very delicious and easy to eat.

But, how could such a precious herb be unrecorded? It doesn’t even have a name and can only be replaced by “nameless grass”?

"Do you want to meet my master?" Lingxi interrupted Zhou Huaiyue who was puzzled. She was really obsessed with this matter.

Because in the little Taoist nun's mind, Zhou Huaiyue, who knows medicinal herbs and has a charming aura, completely meets the requirements of a junior brother, not to mention that this junior brother is also quite handsome.

There was no other way. Who would let him stand behind him? When it came to becoming a disciple, one did not follow the order of seniority. Whoever entered the sect earlier would stand in front. Zhou Huaiyue was behind her, so he had to call her Senior Sister.

"What? Do you really want to be my senior sister?" Zhou Huaiyue saw through Lingxi's evil thoughts at a glance and smiled deliberately.

"Whether you believe it or not, judging from the hexagram of the Pi Gua, you have to call me senior sister anyway. You can't escape it." Lingxi was extremely confident in her own strength.

But the strange thing is that in this hexagram, when the Grand Master came out, Zhou Huaiyue was not her third disciple; when Lingxi came out, Zhou Huaiyue called her Senior Sister. Jingxuan, who specializes in medicine, does not interfere in their affairs, unless they quarrel.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Tomorrow, I will go to see your master and let her reject me in person." In fact, Zhou Huaiyue wanted to see the growth environment of the nameless grass.