Chapter 130 I wish you a long life
Doctor Yu took Xue Che's pulse and confirmed his condition again and again before saying with certainty:
"The cold poison in your body has been completely eliminated."
Xue Che has been in the mountains for more than two years, which is almost in line with Doctor Yu's previous prediction.
After Mr. and Mrs. Hao Ren learned about it that night, they came the next day to express their sincere gratitude to Dr. Yu.
Doctor Yu was still the same as before, saying lightly, "You're welcome," and at the same time suggested that Xue Che could move out of his yard because he now needed more space to research new drugs.
Xue Che moved to Hao Ren's courtyard and lived in the house opposite Su Zhizhi.
Xue Che wrote a letter to his father Xue Yucheng, informing him that he had fully recovered.
Just as she put down her pen and put the letter into the envelope, Su Zhizhi dragged Xue Che up and down the mountain:
"Aunt Qiu, Che is well now, just like me!"
"Uncle Dao, do you know that Che's illness has healed?"
"Kong Wu, Che doesn't need to take medicine anymore."
"Abao, I'm telling you, Che won't faint if he goes fishing now..."
Su Zhizhi was so excited as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
Xue Che also ran very fast. He felt that there was an endless supply of power flowing out of his body.
When they passed a tea garden on the hillside, they turned a corner, passed by a few wild tea trees, and ran into a small house in the tea garden.
Su Zhizhi called out, "Uncle San!"
He Yanqing, who was drying tea leaves, raised his head and smiled:
"Zhizhi and Ache are here. Would you like some tea?"
When Heifei Mountain was just one or two years old, the villagers planted some tea seedlings near the wild tea trees, but the tea trees matured too slowly, and everyone was busy with their own things, so they forgot about this tea forest.
After He Yanqing went up the mountain and endured hardships for a while and finally collapsed from exhaustion, Hao Ren asked He Yanqing to take care of the tea garden that no one cared about in order to stop him from making trouble.
He Yanqing felt that Brother Zixin must be craving tea.
I want to drink tea, I want to drink tea grown in my own mountains.
He Yanqing doesn't know how to farm or fetch water, but he has studied tea and read various tea classics.
This matter must be his, he wants to fulfill his brother Zixin's wish.
He Yanqing moved to the tea garden that same day and picked, dried, and brewed tea himself.
In order to make the best-tasting tea, He Yanqing divided the picked tea leaves into several groups, and then tried different methods and times to dry the tea leaves. He also recorded all the changes in the shape and color of the tea leaves during the process, and even added pictures next to them.
Su Zhizhi and Xue Che walked around a large patch of tea leaves drying on the ground and approached He Yanqing to share the good news with him.
He Yanqing walked back into the house and brought out a pot of tea:
"Such a good thing, let's drink two bowls of tea to celebrate."
Xue Che had never heard of drinking tea to celebrate, but he still took the bowl:
"Thank you, Hesaburo."
Su Zhizhi was also thirsty from running, so she sat down to drink some tea and rest.
She saw several orchid paintings hanging in the house, and a tea record book spread out on the old wooden table.
"Uncle San, did you draw this?" Su Zhizhi pointed at the tea trees and tea leaves in the booklet.
He Yanqing poured himself half a bowl of clear tea: "Yes."
Xue Che also walked over to look at the booklet, and saw that the tea leaves on it were painted in great detail, with the details of the folds and lines being magnified and painted in great detail.
Su Zhizhi praised: "Uncle San, the tea trees you painted are so beautiful. Why don't you hang your tea leaves on the wall? The tea leaves you painted are more beautiful than orchids."
He Yanqing shook his head: "I learned to paint orchids from your father, and I painted this tea leaf on my own, without even learning from your father. How can the two be compared?"
Su Zhizhi: "You can draw well too, why do you want to learn from him?"
He Yanqing laughed self-deprecatingly: "Because your father is so great, I have wanted to be like him since I was a child, but unfortunately I will never be able to catch up."
Su Zhizhi drank the tea in the bowl and was about to leave with Xue Che.
Before leaving, she muttered softly:
"My dad is very good, but I already have one in this world. Why do I need another one just like him? I don't need two identical dads..."
The smile on He Yanqing's face froze for a moment, and he stopped holding the tea bowl.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Su Zhizhi and Xue Che had already run away.
He Yanqing looked at the tea leaves he had painted, then turned to look at the orchid he had painted.
I was a little absent-minded for a moment.
He once said with great confidence:
If there were no Zixin in the world, he would become another Zixin.
But now Zi Xin is still alive, who will he become?
When he was in Chang'an, whenever he encountered a problem that he couldn't figure out, he would pour a few glasses of wine, sit by the garden pond and think carefully, and then write a few poems in distress.
But before He Yanqing had time to think about it, he heard a muffled thunder in the sky before he even put down the teapot in his hand.
Boom!
He Yanqing quickly put down the teapot in his hand and ran to the yard to collect the tea leaves.
This tea cannot stand the rain.
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Su Zhizhi and Xue Che told every villager they met that Xue Che was well again.
The villagers were also very pleased.
Although many of them did not know that Xue Che was poisoned, they knew from the look on Xue Che's face that the child was weak and most likely had a congenital illness.
When Elder Zixuan learned that his young disciple was fully recovered, he claimed that his Zixiao swordsmanship must have played a role in strengthening the body and prolonging life, making those who did not learn swordsmanship from him before regret it.
Old Man Qin heard this and laughed at Elder Zixuan for being so shameless and really good at flattering himself.
Then, as expected, the two old men started fighting again.
Wei Dashuan was particularly happy when he heard that Xue Che had recovered, and the corners of his mouth were raised all day long.
He ate two large bowls of rice and drank two bowls of wine in the evening.
Maybe it's because he's too old, and he becomes particularly talkative when he's drunk.
He was drunk and kept pulling Ah Che, repeating in his mouth:
"Okay, okay, Ah Che must live a long life..."
"May you live a long life..."
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Tingzhou, June in summer.
The sky is clear and the sun is blazing.
The surging heat waves hit people's skin, making them sweat all over.
But at night, it suddenly becomes cold, so cold that people have to put on an extra coat and wrap themselves tightly.
Many people cannot adapt to the weather here when they first arrive in Tingzhou.
It's freezing cold and it's freezing hot.
But after staying there for a long time, I got used to it, and even when I occasionally go back to my hometown, I miss the endless blue sky and white clouds in Tingzhou.
When Xue Yucheng returned to the tent after a busy day outside and sat down to rest, the sky outside gradually darkened.
The tent curtain was blown up by the cool breeze, and a figure walked in quickly:
"I'm so cold, so cold, choo--!"
Yun Jin sneezed as he came in.
He had been sweating all day and had taken off his cloak, so the wind made his whole body feel cold.
"Go ahead, put it on first." Xue Yucheng threw a cloak over. "Don't think you're made of iron just because you're young."
Yun Jin took the cloak and put it on with a smile: "Thank you, General."
Xue Yucheng: "Don't thank me, I'm not giving it to you. Just put it back on in your own tent and return it tomorrow morning."
"I know, I know." Yun Jin wrapped in a cloak sat next to Xue Yucheng and asked for a sip of hot tea.
Yun Jin was seventeen years old and Xue Yucheng was twenty-nine.
The two are a generation apart in age, but they get along like brothers.
Yun Jin rubbed his nose and said, "The general's body is made of iron. He never feels cold or hot."
A faint smile flashed across Xue Yucheng's eyes.
When he first came to Tingzhou, his physical condition was not so good. He would fall down at the slightest gust of wind.
When he first arrived in the northwest more than ten years ago, he fell ill as he couldn't adapt to the climate here.
He was only eleven years old at that time. When he was sick, he vomited all over the place, and then he lay in his brother Xue Yuzhuo's military tent and wiped his tears silently.
He knew no one in the vast northwest and only stuck to his brother.
My brother is busy outside during the day and has to take care of me when I am sick when I come back at night.
At that time, he missed his deceased father, his mother in Chang'an, and Pei Erlang from the neighboring Pei family and his good friend.
When he was sleeping next to his brother at night, he asked his brother:
"Brother, when can we return to Chang'an? Will I be able to see Zixin again?"
When my brother heard this question, he was always silent. After a long while, he said to him:
"Go to sleep."
He was so tired that he slowly fell asleep.
But one time I woke up in the middle of the night and found no one in the tent.
He walked to the door curtain, lifted a corner and looked out.
The stars hang low.
His brother turned sideways to him, standing in the starlight, staring blankly at the amulet in his hand, his eyes red.
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