Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Young man in the mountains, father Zhao took Zhao Mingsheng with him...
Zhao's father took Zhao Mingsheng up the mountain early in the morning.
A thin mist lingered in the mountains, and the morning dew slid down the green leaves, hitting the mushrooms under the tree, splashing a small water drop.
Zhao Mingsheng carried a bamboo basket on his back and wanted to put everything he saw into it.
While searching for the medicinal herbs, Father Zhao casually asked, "Girl, have you memorized everything in the Materia Medica I gave you?"
When Zhao Mingsheng was mentioned, she thought of the fear of being dominated by Zhao Qingyue. She nodded numbly. Although she didn't recite it by heart, she did understand it bit by bit.
"Okay, then let me test you."
Father Zhao picked up a hoe and selected a plant from the bushes. He dug down bit by bit, following the direction of its rhizome. He did this carefully until the entire rhizome was exposed, then he patted off the soil covering it with his hands.
"Look what this is?"
Zhao Mingsheng examined the plant's stems and leaves, as well as the excavated roots. After a moment's thought, he replied, "It grows in thickets. Its stems and leaves are purple, creeping, and its roots are medicinal. The tubers are cylindrical, with dense root fibers on the column. The surface has longitudinal wrinkles, and the epidermis is brownish-yellow."
The "Compendium of Materia Medica" that she had memorized for a week was now particularly clear in her mind. She said with certainty, "This is Sanhuai."
Father Zhao looked at her with a smile, neither saying whether it was right or wrong, leaving Zhao Mingsheng confused.
What, was she wrong? She took out the "Compendium of Materia Medica" she carried with her and checked again. It was definitely Shanhuai!
Father Zhao didn't rush to explain and went straight to work. The newly dug roots were extremely fragile and broke with a gentle pinch. The exposed part was soaked with milky white juice. After a while, it began to yellow.
"this......"
The book didn't say it would turn yellow, so Zhao Mingsheng wasn't sure.
"Take a closer look at what this is."
Zhao Mingsheng hesitated and said, "It's not Chinese yam, but it looks similar. Is it... Chinese yam?"
His daughter's perplexed expression made Father Zhao burst into laughter. "Yes, it's Chinese yam. Chinese yam typically matures around the time of Frost Descent. It's about the same size as Chinese yam right now, so your mistake is understandable." He pointed to the broken section of the yam. "When a Chinese yam is cut, the cut surface turns yellow after a short exposure, but Chinese yam maintains its milky white color for a long time. That's the biggest difference between the two."
After a long time, it turned out to be yam! Zhao Mingsheng suddenly realized.
These days, apart from eating and sleeping, she has been reading the "Compendium of Materia Medica". She even feels like she is going crazy. Now she can't even recognize a yam in front of her!
Father Zhao recalled, "But these small yams are also delicious now. When I was a child, I often dug them up and steamed them in a pot, or roasted them over a fire. They were both delicious, with a sweet texture."
Zhao Mingsheng was moved by what he heard and took action immediately.
Usually these yams grow in clusters, and she explored the area and found quite a few. She followed Zhao's father's example, digging little by little with a hoe, and soon the basket had five or six more yams.
Fortunately, there were no more such mistakes, and whenever Zhao's father asked her to identify medicinal herbs, she was able to answer fluently. After this incident, she finally realized that learning from books is shallow, and that true knowledge requires personal experience.
I walked and stopped along the way, and it took me most of the day to identify almost all the medicinal herbs on the mountain.
In addition to medicinal herbs, the father and daughter also picked some mountain-specific ingredients such as ground ear, mushrooms, and wild vegetables on their way back.
As Zhao Mingsheng was about to go down the mountain, she suddenly heard some faint noises. When she listened carefully again, she could no longer hear anything, so she asked suspiciously, "Dad, did you hear anything?"
Father Zhao was paying attention to the road under his feet. When he heard her words, he stopped and shook his head after listening for a moment.
But before she took two steps, Zhao Mingsheng heard it again. Perhaps it was because of the spiritual spring she had consumed, her hearing was very sharp.
She heard what sounded like the whimpering of a small animal, faint and small. She immediately took Zhao's father and followed the direction of the sound.
Pushing aside the bushes, she finally found the source of the sound.
It turned out to be a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, tied up and abandoned in the mountains, with a cloth ball stuffed in his mouth, and he could only make whimpering sounds, like a wounded little animal.
There was mist in her beautiful eyes, and bloody marks on her face from branches and weeds were particularly obvious on her snow-like skin. Putting aside those scars, her red lips and white teeth were also particularly heartbreaking.
After tearing the cloth out of his mouth, the boy said in a weak voice: "Save...save me..."
Before he could finish his words, he fainted.
At this time, Zhao's father exclaimed: "Oh no! He was bitten by a poisonous snake!"
Zhao Mingsheng looked down and saw, as expected, two teeth marks on his ankles, with the surrounding area already black.
"Hurry up and look around to see if there are any herbs that can cure snake venom!" Generally, there will be corresponding antidotes in places where poisonous snakes are found.
After giving the order, Zhao's father said nothing and quickly tied a cloth strip around his thigh, then made a cross-shaped cut on the wound and sucked out the poisonous blood with his mouth.
Perhaps it was the boy's fate, as Zhao Mingsheng quickly gathered herbs to detoxify him. Turning back, she saw Zhao's father dangerously sucking out the poisonous blood with his mouth. Her heart sank, and she frantically pulled out her water bag, quietly diluting the water with spiritual spring water and handing it to Zhao's father, asking him to rinse his mouth.
After Zhao's father finished treating the wound, Zhao Mingsheng used the remaining water to rinse the wound and quickly spread the crushed herbs on the boy's wound.
Perhaps it was the spiritual spring that worked, combined with the power of the herbs, the bruise on the boy's ankle faded visibly.
The father and daughter breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and smiled at each other.
The boy recovered so quickly that Zhao Mingsheng was worried his father would notice something.
Fortunately, Zhao's father did not suspect anything and thought that the snake was not very poisonous. In addition, the treatment was timely. If it had been a little later, it would have been hard to say what would have happened.
He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Girl, your reaction ability is good. Come study medicine with me in the future!"
Zhao Mingsheng wrinkled his nose and said in disapproval, "No, who will farm the land if I study medicine?" Then he said seriously with a stern face, "Dad, what you did just now was too dangerous. What if you were poisoned too!"
Father Zhao rubbed her head and said, "A doctor's heart is compassionate. In a moment of urgency, he can't care about so many things." Seeing his daughter's increasingly grim face, he quickly assured her, "Next time, Dad will definitely pay attention."
After returning home and finally settling the still unconscious boy down, Zhao Mingsheng dumped the food from his backpack into the yard and happily counted the day's harvest.
Father Zhao picked out the herbs, leaving a lot of food on the ground. He was about to go back to the pharmacy to clean up the herbs when he accidentally caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. It scared him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Scattered on the ground were some mushrooms and wild vegetables that Zhao Mingsheng had painstakingly dug. She was just about to pick them up to wash and cook when she heard Zhao's father shout, "Stop! Don't touch!"
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