Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Qibao Meiran After dinner, Zhao...
After dinner, Zhao Mingsheng took two medicinal herbs he had dug from the medicinal field to the pharmacy to find his father.
"Dad, I brought back a Polygonum multiflorum and Poria cocos from the medicinal field. Do you think they can be of any use?"
Father Zhao was using a stone mill to grind the dried herbs into powder. Upon hearing this, he put down his work and placed the two herbs under the candlelight for inspection.
"Seven inches long, reddish-brown and shiny." Father Zhao pinched it, "The texture is very hard. This is the best Polygonum multiflorum!"
Look at another Poria cocos plant, it is as big as a fist, and it is rare to see plants of this size in the mountains.
Father Zhao's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some treasure. He looked at the herbs in his hand back and forth with great interest, and said in disbelief:
"Daughter, did you grow all these?"
Zhao Mingsheng thought it must be the work of the spiritual spring, but he remained calm and said, "It might be the soil in our medicinal fields. The weather has been good recently, and the medicinal herbs in the fields are growing well."
During this period, the girl went to the medicinal field every day, and Zhao's father thought she had nothing to do at home, so he let her play around.
I didn’t expect that she would become famous!
Father Zhao excitedly searched the cabinet and finally found a piece of paper with a prescription in an old book.
"I have a prescription here called Qibao Meiran Pills. It's based on Polygonum multiflorum, supplemented by Poria cocos, and combined with wine-infused angelica, black wolfberry, black sesame, and other ingredients. It can be used to treat premature graying of hair and beard."
Father Zhao rubbed the top of Zhao Mingsheng's head with satisfaction. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'll tell you the method of refining these Seven Treasures Beard Pills, and then I'll leave it to you."
Although Zhao Mingsheng was curious about refining pills, he was worried that he might not do it well and might harm others.
She took a small step back, waved her hands repeatedly, and said unconfidently:
"Ah... I can't do this. What if I mess it up?"
"It doesn't matter. These are mild herbs. Even if the refining fails, they are harmless to the human body. It's just that the nourishing effect is a little weaker."
As he spoke, he stuffed the prescription into Zhao Mingsheng's hand and encouraged him, "Give it a try. If you have any questions, you can always ask me."
"Well... okay! I'll give it a try!"
After hearing what his father said, Zhao Mingsheng finally felt relieved and mustered up the courage to give it a try.
"These two fresh herbs need to be processed before they can be used. Let me test you again. The "Compendium of Materia Medica" records the preparation method of Polygonum multiflorum. Tell me about it."
"Use a bitter bamboo knife to cut, soak overnight in rice water, steam with black beans, steam and dry nine times, and cook until cooked through with black bean wine. Avoid using iron utensils."
Zhao Mingsheng memorized this description, but she didn't understand its meaning.
She was puzzled: "Daddy, what are the bitter bamboo knife and rice water mentioned in this book? Why have I never heard of them?"
Father Zhao explained patiently:
"The bitter bamboo knife is made from the hardest part of the bitter bamboo and polished into a knife." He found a bitter bamboo knife from the pile of tools on his desk and showed it to Zhao Mingsheng.
"Rice water refers to rice washing water. After slicing the Polygonum multiflorum with a bitter bamboo knife, soak it in the rice water overnight. After drying, crush it with a wooden pestle."
Zhao Mingsheng listened attentively, even taking notes with a pen and paper. "What is steamed black beans?"
"Black bean steaming means taking three dou of black beans and soaking them overnight. Then prepare a wooden barrel, spread a layer of black beans on it, then a layer of Shouwu, and repeat this process until all the layers are covered. Then put it in the pot and steam it."
Preparing medicinal materials is a complicated and patience-testing job. This process has to be repeated nine times, and they can only be used after being steamed and dried nine times.
Father Zhao reminded him: "Iron tools will not only destroy the medicinal properties of Polygonum multiflorum, but will also react with iron tools to produce some toxic substances, so you must never use an iron knife when peeling."
Zhao Mingsheng nodded vigorously to show that he remembered it.
"As for Poria cocos, its preparation is relatively simple. However, there are many methods for its preparation, such as cooking with wine, using human milk, and stir-frying with earth. Different preparation methods can allow the herb to exert different degrees of medicinal properties, depending on how you use it."
Father Zhao turned around again and rummaged through the cabinet for a long time before finally finding a thick book.
"This book contains many methods for preparing medicinal herbs. I don't need it now, so I'm giving it to you!"
The eldest son in the family was devoted to learning and had no interest in medicine. Zhao's father had always felt a little regretful, but now that a daughter was willing to inherit his legacy, he was overjoyed.
Zhao Mingsheng was not moved at all when he got another book for free, and even wanted to get another one.
Zhao Mingsheng was preparing to go to the study with her books to review them, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw an uninvited guest sitting on her exclusive chair.
The young man sat lazily, flipping through a book on the table boredly. When he saw Zhao Mingsheng come in, he raised his hand and greeted him.
Whenever Zhao Mingsheng saw him now, he would think of his amazing appetite. He couldn't help but get a headache when he thought of his appetite, and his words couldn't help but be a little aggressive.
"What are you doing in the study?"
Cui Cen was not annoyed. He raised the book in his hand and said, "Reading. What else can you do in the study if not reading?"
Zhao Mingsheng was speechless for a moment.
Forget it, a good woman doesn’t fight with a man!
She snorted lightly, ignored him, and moved another chair.
After a while, Zhao Qingyue also stepped into the study.
Zhao Mingsheng's eyes lit up and she was about to complain to her brother when she saw Zhao Qingyue walk right past her and start chatting enthusiastically with the boy.
"Brother Cui, have you read the poetry collection I gave you?"
The neglected Zhao Mingsheng:?
Did she miss something? Why are these two acting like brothers?
The young man changed his previous lazy demeanor and sat up straight, saying, "Brother Zhao, you've arrived just in time. I've gained some insights into one of the poems, 'Drinking Under the Moon,' so it's a good opportunity for us to discuss it."
Zhao Mingsheng was very amazed at his face-changing skills.
"Brother! Cui Er... " He was not like this just now!
Before Zhao Mingsheng finished speaking, Zhao Qingyue seemed to have just realized that there was another person, and said casually:
"My sister is here too. Brother Cui and I have some questions to discuss today. I won't test you on yesterday's homework. You can review it on your own."
It had been a long time since we met, and Zhao Qingyue was so eager to chat with him for three days and three nights. After saying this, he turned around and started chatting with Cui Er again.
From all over the world, the more they talked, the more they realized that this person was knowledgeable and erudite. He had his own unique insights on many issues, and Zhao Qingyue also benefited a lot.
The two of them were chatting animatedly, and Zhao Mingsheng couldn't get a word in at all.
Who the hell is this Cui Er? Why did everyone in the family start to side with him the moment he arrived?
When Zhao Mingsheng looked up, she saw the young man smiling at her arrogantly, as if in a provocation.
Zhao Mingsheng was furious. This was a provocation! This must be a mockery of her!
She glared back angrily, her eyebrows furrowed, her cheeks puffed up like two little buns. She simply gave up reading and went back to her room to sleep.
Cui Cen was puzzled when he saw Zhao Mingsheng leave in anger. This young lady was really strange. Any woman in the capital would be overjoyed to see him smile like that. Why was she so angry?
but.
Pretty cute?
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Perhaps because he was too tired during the day, Zhao Mingsheng returned to his room and fell asleep in less than a minute after lying down.
In the middle of the night, she was suddenly awakened by the sound of banging on the door.
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