Chapter 9: Poison cannot kill people
The people in the room looked at each other.
"Do you want to call a doctor?" Song Jinsheng, who was standing by the door, asked weakly, "If you want to call a doctor, I'll go to Sanlipo and ask Doctor Li to come now."
Li Dahei from Sanlipu is the only traveling doctor in the nearby villages. It takes him more than half an hour to go there and back from his home.
The distance is neither far nor near, but if the doctor comes to your house, even if you don't want to get any medicine, you still have to pay the consultation fee of fifteen cents. And even if he prescribes medicine, you have to take the prescription to the town tomorrow to get it.
The medical fee is not too high, but it is really unaffordable for people whose family conditions are not well-off. Therefore, these days, many people just endure the illness.
Song Jinbao and Zhao Qiao'e did not say anything and left the decision to Song Jinyuan.
Song Jinyuan looked in Liu Xiangyun's direction with some worry, then thought of what she had said before.
"Can I trust Tang'er?" Then he said, "It has nothing to do with the consultation fee. I want to trust her once."
Over the years, although Song Yuntang always missed the Lin family, he never spoke nonsense in front of the Song family.
He believed in Song Yuntang's character and believed that he would not joke about his eldest brother's wife and children.
Song Jinbao nodded and said, "Help Xiangyun go back to the house to rest first."
Zhao Qiao'e hurried forward to help Song Jinyuan and protected Liu Xiangyun back to their room.
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Song Jinsheng came in front of Song Yuntang.
"Tang'er, are you sure about my sister-in-law's health?"
Song Yuntang, who was cutting branches to make charcoal pencils at the door of the room, didn't even raise her head. She blew away the wood chips cut from the stick.
"Didn't I tell you? If you don't believe me, you can find another doctor to see her."
"It's not that I don't believe it." Song Jinsheng squatted down in front of her. "I haven't seen you treat anyone before. When did you learn this?"
Could it be that she had learned medicine before she was thirteen?
At least in the three years since she came to the Song family, they had never seen her treat anyone's illness. Even when she herself was sick, she would find a doctor from outside to see her.
"I secretly worshipped a master and learned a few things from him. It's not that I'm particularly good, but I should be no worse than those traveling doctors." Song Yuntang answered calmly, without blushing or heartbeating at all because of lying.
Song Jinsheng raised his eyebrows, "Are you so confident?"
"If you don't have this little confidence, you won't expect to make money by practicing medicine." She looked at Song Jinsheng, "Second brother, do you know where there is sand?"
Song Jinsheng was stunned. "We have some water near the well where we usually draw water to irrigate the fields. How much do you want? I'll get it for you."
"A small can will do."
"Wait for me."
Song Jinsheng picked up a jar with a big hole missing from the corner and ran out of the yard.
After Song Yuntang peeled more than ten thin straight branches, Song Jinsheng just returned home holding the broken jar.
"The sand is coming."
Song Yuntang found the smallest jar in the kitchen, filled it with fine sand, then buried the wooden sticks one by one in the sand and put them into the burning stove.
"Tang'er, what are you doing?"
Zhao Qiao'e watched Song Yuntang's series of operations and finally couldn't help but ask a question.
“Make charcoal.”
The wood she selected was all dense. If it was burned directly, it would be somewhat wasteful. Although it takes some effort to use cans and fine sand to make charcoal pencils, the carbonization will be more thorough and even, making writing smoother and less likely to break.
Zhao Qiao'e had never seen this method before. She only knew that the wood burned in the stove could be used for writing, and that the pillars and stakes were originally used to practice writing with charcoal.
But she didn't dare say much. Her daughter had been emotionally unstable in the past two days, so she just let her be happy.
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After Liu was sent back to her room, she woke up in less than half an hour. Fortunately, there was no serious problem with her body, but she felt a little dizzy. No one in the family dared to let her get up.
Zhao Qiao'e followed Song Yuntang's advice to improve nutrition and made two poached eggs for Liu. She also put the last few wild vegetables left in the house into her egg soup.
But as a result, the brothers Zhuzi and Zhuanzi would have no eggs to eat today, and the family would have to drink porridge in the evening.
However, the two brothers were sensible and did not say anything. Their sister-in-law was pregnant and needed nutrition, so her health was more important.
After dinner, it was already getting dark.
Song Yuntang originally wanted to go to the private school in the afternoon to talk to Xu Qingye about his illness, but it was getting dark, and in this backward ancient time, it would not be good for a man and a woman to be seen by others, so he thought of going the next day.
After washing, she changed into the fine cotton clothes she bought in town today, a beige slanted-collar top with a dark blue skirt underneath.
When I put on the new clothes, the cotton material is breathable and sweat-absorbent, making them extremely comfortable.
I have been running around outside for most of the day today. Now that I am done, I am lying on the bed. I feel tired and fall asleep soon.
Late at night, Song Yuntang, who was sleeping soundly, heard some subtle noises.
The countryside on summer nights was different from the Lin Mansion. There were always some noises outside from time to time, sometimes frogs croaking, sometimes dogs barking, and sometimes cicadas chirping. Song Yuntang was sleeping in a daze, thinking about his father and brothers at home, so he didn't take it seriously. He turned over and fell asleep again.
When I woke up the next day, I found several big mosquito bites on my arms, which were itchy and painful.
"Do you get bitten by mosquitoes when you sleep at night?"
While eating, Song Yuntang looked at Song Jinsheng and asked.
After staying in this house for two days, I became a little more familiar with Song Jinsheng.
Song Jinsheng shook his head, "No, ever since I was little, mosquitoes have to avoid me."
Then he thought, he is indeed thick-skinned, but his sister is very delicate, "There are mosquitoes in Tang'er's room?"
Song Yuntang touched his arm which was covered by his sleeves. "Well, when I go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables later, I'll find some mugwort to smoke with."
Liu was pregnant and not feeling well, so he couldn't ask her to go to the mountains to pick wild vegetables. He knew more wild vegetables and maybe he could pick more.
After hearing this, the whole family looked at her in surprise.
"You want to go to the mountains to pick wild vegetables?"
Song Jinsheng, who was closest to her, put his hand on Song Yuntang's forehead and asked, "Are you not confused by the fever?"
Song Yuntang brushed his claws away speechlessly, "I'm fine."
"No." Song Jinsheng looked at her, frowned and asked, "Do you know what wild vegetables look like?"
The corners of Song Yuntang's mouth twitched.
Song Yuntang might not have known about wild vegetables in the past, but how could she, who has been dealing with Chinese medicinal materials for almost twenty years, not know about them?
"Anyway, the things we collect won't be poisonous enough to kill people."
After saying that, he got up and went to the kitchen, picked up the tongs and took out the jar that he had put in last night.
Everyone eating in the main room looked at each other, still feeling frightened by Song Yuntang's last words.
After a long while, Song Jinbao spoke with a serious face.
"Second brother, you will follow Tang'er later."
"Okay." Song Jinsheng nodded without hesitation.
Song Yuntang took out the carbonized carbon rod and came to the main room, his eyes falling on the pillars and piles.
"I need a piece of paper."
These two younger brothers were the only ones who were studying at home. They were the only ones who had paper, but they used it very sparingly. They would only take it out to use when the teacher assigned homework. On other days, they kept it like a treasure. When they practiced calligraphy, they would write on a wooden board with a pen dipped in water.
Zhuzi and Zhuangzi stared at Song Yuntang blankly, then turned to look at their mother, not knowing whether to give it to her or not.
"No?" Song Yuntang said calmly, "Forget it if there is no."
He turned around and prepared to go back to the house to find something to replace the paper, when he heard Zhao Qiao'e urging the two younger sons, "Didn't you hear your sister asked for paper? What are you doing standing there like an idiot?"
"oh."
Confused, Zhuzi and Zhuangzi returned to their room and brought a piece of paper to Song Yuntang.
Song Yuntang did not use all of it. Instead, he folded the paper in half and again, cut it into six pieces of equal size, spread one of them on the table, and wrote down the prescription for the pregnancy-stabilizing medicine with the charcoal pencil in his hand.
Her handwriting is smooth, vigorous and powerful. Even people who have never been to school can see that it is impossible to write like this without hard work.
Everyone who saw Song Yuntang writing for the first time had expressions of surprise and even amazement.
Zhuzi stood beside her and read the words she wrote.
"4 qian each of raw rehmannia, angelica, white peony root, eucommia charcoal, scutellaria, melted donkey-hide gelatin, 5 qian each of cooked rehmannia, chuanduan, yam, 3 qian each of moutan bark and cimicifuga, 1 liang of astragalus, 4 liang of imperata root..."
The more I think about it, the more frightened I become.
“Is this a prescription?”
This sister has been in the Song family for three years, and I have never seen her do anything serious. How come she suddenly learned how to treat illnesses?
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