Chapter 94 The Miraculous Motherwort Ointment
To persuade Dr. Yang, Lin Luoxi didn't say much and planned to prove herself with her actions.
"That's fine." Seeing Lin Luoxi's confidence, Doctor Yang really wanted to know what she was up to.
Fortunately, Lin Luoxi harvested enough motherwort for the two of them to enjoy.
Two people were busy in the kitchen, while several teenagers were busy working on their words in the main room.
"Wenqian, your little sister Luoxi used to be so silly and naive, but I never expected her to be so smart now." Lin Wenjin shook his right hand, which was starting to ache, and looked enviously at Lin Luoxi's empty seat.
"You're the silly one. My sister is just naturally gifted." Lin Wenqian was immediately displeased when he heard Lin Wenjin say that about Lin Luoxi.
"Big brother, really. If Sister Luoxi is stupid, then what are all of us?" Lin Luoting didn't think Lin Luoxi was stupid. She probably didn't talk before because she was too smart and disdained to talk to those people, which is why she was rumored to be stupid.
Lin Luoxi was so eloquent when she confronted those shameless aunties; even her mother would probably have to admit defeat.
"Sister Luo Ting is so good at talking." Lin Wenqian blew on the words he had just written to dry them, put them away in Doctor Yang's place, and then turned to leave.
"Brother Wenjin, my second sister is very capable." Lin Wentao and Lin Luoning also said this, placed the calligraphy they had written on Doctor Yang's desk, took their brushes and went out to wash and scrape them up to dry.
"Big brother, I think what you should be worried about now is your own intelligence. Look, the Lin siblings have all completed the mission."
Seeing that the Lin siblings had all finished the homework assigned by Doctor Yang, Lin Luoting began to get anxious. She stopped talking and focused on writing.
Lin Wenjin felt wronged! He only said something unintentionally, but it actually attracted everyone's hatred. It was all his fault for being so foul-mouthed.
But when it comes to his intelligence, he doesn't think he's lacking in intelligence.
"What's there to be afraid of? Aren't there two people here with us?" Everyone present knew who Lin Wenjin was referring to.
"Hehe, I've finished." Xie Hanchuan seemed to be there to embarrass Lin Wenjin. Just as Lin Wenjin finished speaking, Xie Hanchuan finished the last stroke and happily packed up his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
"I've finished writing too." Yang Xiaofeng initially disliked Lin Luoxi, but after spending the past few days together, he discovered that Lin Luoxi was more capable than most men.
He wouldn't admit it, but he still admired Lin Luoxi, this tough woman.
Hearing Lin Wenjin's words, he wasn't very happy. He immediately put away the writing he had finished and followed her out.
"Huh?" How come these people seem to have suddenly had a breakthrough and are writing so fast?
Seeing that the last two had left, Lin Wenjin panicked completely. She quickly cleared her mind of all distractions, lowered her head, and began to write earnestly.
The few who ran away didn't go off to play around; instead, they looked for work to do.
It's late summer now, the rice harvest season. Because of the severance of ties, the Lin family took back our fields, so there's no need to rush the harvest. But in the countryside, there's always work to be done.
The two children, Lin Wentao and Lin Luoning, voluntarily ran to the vegetable garden to weed and catch insects.
Seeing Lin Luoxi and Doctor Yang busy in the kitchen, Lin Wenqian realized that Lin Luoxi didn't know how to start a fire, so he quickly walked over to help.
"Brother, you've come at the perfect time to help me start the fire." Lin Luoxi, who had just been so confident about cooperating with Doctor Yang, was now covered in soot and grime.
Seeing Lin Wenqian sign over was like seeing a god descend from heaven; he quickly handed over the task of starting the fire to Lin Wenqian.
"Okay! You take charge, and I'll assist you." Lin Wenqian saw that Lin Luoxi's face was covered in coal dust. He wanted to laugh but was afraid of upsetting Lin Luoxi, so he could only hold it in.
Meanwhile, Dr. Yang, who was busy at another stove, had already lit the fire and was leisurely working on it.
Seeing that Lin Luoxi hadn't managed to start a fire, he didn't even think about coming over to help her.
With Lin Wenqian's help, Lin Luoxi's stove was successfully lit.
Lin Luoxi divided the motherwort into two equal portions, giving one half to Doctor Yang for experiments and using the other half for her own decoction.
With someone already helping to keep the fire burning, Lin Luoxi turned and left the kitchen to go back to her room to get the brown sugar she had bought earlier.
Actually, I used the room as a cover to go into the space to get brown sugar and a drop of spiritual dew water before coming out.
Just like with the motherwort, divide the brown sugar into two portions. Keep one portion containing the spiritual dew for yourself, and give the rest to Doctor Yang.
When Lin Luoxi returned to the kitchen, there was another person there.
Xie Hanchuan was tending the fire for Dr. Yang, who was probably out checking homework and not in the kitchen.
Not long after, Doctor Yang slowly walked out of the Lin family's main room.
Although he maintained a serious demeanor, Lin Luoxi could tell from Doctor Yang's light and quick steps that he was very satisfied with the lessons his companions had taught.
"How was it, Grandpa? We all did pretty well, right?" Yang Xiaofeng was even more impatient than Lin Luoxi. Before Doctor Yang had even come over, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"Hmph, everyone else's handwriting is passable, but yours looks like a dog's paddle. Go back and practice more, copy it twenty times."
Dr. Yang, who was originally in a fairly good mood, suddenly frowned upon seeing his grandson Yang Xiaofeng's impetuous nature and said something that chilled Yang Xiaofeng's heart.
"Ah~, Grandpa, no!" Yang Xiaofeng had initially thought his grandfather was in a good mood, but this outcome left him feeling utterly hopeless.
Being punished by copying the Analects twenty times is not as effective as being slapped on the palm of his hand. A thug who has to copy the Analects twenty times is probably going to be crippled.
The others originally wanted to ask Dr. Yang, but when they saw Yang Xiaofeng's fate, they all shut their mouths, not daring to laugh, and turned away to laugh secretly.
When Dr. Yang arrived, the motherwort in the pot had just finished boiling and produced medicinal juice.
Lin Luoxi and Doctor Yang did exactly the same thing, first scooping out the motherwort residue.
Lin Luoxi poured the motherwort juice into a clay pot, added brown sugar, and started a new round of boiling. After the motherwort juice in the pot started to bubble, she simmered it over low heat for a few more minutes.
Once the medicinal broth in the clay pot has thickened, you can turn off the heat.
However, relying on his decades of experience in preparing medicine, Dr. Yang did not make it as complicated as Lin Luoxi's method.
Thinking it was just about making a medicinal paste, they pulled up the motherwort and continued to boil it in a large pot.
The motherwort paste that the two of them cooked was ready at the same time, and the colors looked about the same.
But the scent it emitted was different. It smelled like the motherwort paste that Lin Luoxi had brewed, with a faint motherwort fragrance and a slightly sweet aroma that didn't belong to any medicinal herb.
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