I have collected eight famous Chinese medicine books that must be read before going to bed: "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Shennong's Herbal Classic", "Songtou Gejue", "Huangdi Neijing", "Qianjin Fang", "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", "Golden Chamber", and "Treatise on Warm Diseases".
These medical books come with color illustrations, making learning more efficient.
The quilts and bedding were put away. The three umbrellas used at home were put away, as were the pots, pans, knives, scissors, and several thermoses in the kitchen.
She also collected the emergency lights, flashlights, and two packs of candles. These were things she had bought over the past three years, so if they were suddenly gone, it wouldn't be a big deal.
I walked closer to the old professor and his wife's room and put the photo of the three of them into the space.
She felt a little sad. They were so old, and it was unfilial of her to not be able to provide for them in their old age. She didn't know if they could withstand this blow. She wanted to go see them!
It was midnight. I lit the candles on the cake and said a few silent prayers in my heart: May the country be peaceful and the people be safe, may my relatives and friends live in good health, may there be no disasters or illness in the world, may the cold rain no longer be cold...
Before leaving, put the food on the table and the refrigerator full of food into the storage space and turn off the main switch.
I went to the first floor and put the mountain bike that was locked on the first floor for riding into the space.
Before visiting the old professor and his wife, I passed by their workplace and thought about how there were still many things I needed on my workbench.
The corridor was dark, so I used my phone for lighting, opened the office door, tried not to make a mess, walked to my workstation, put everything I considered important into the space, and grabbed a stack of A4 paper next to the printer.
I walked out of the office and into the storage room at the end. It was quite large. I opened the door and put away the farm tools in the corner: five hoes, five machetes, and five large pruning shears.
Used as rainproof and moisture-proof cloth for greenhouse vegetables, umbrellas, raincoats, tents, all bundled together and stored in the space.
Walking to the shelf on the other side, there were all kinds of high-yield seeds on the shelf. Many of them were developed by her, her colleagues and previous elders through repeated practice. She took out half of each.
Fortunately, these things can be created at any time.
Liu Yuhan had never taken a single penny from the public, so he felt a little uncomfortable and quietly closed the door and left.
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