The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 687 - 676: Prescription (Added for ’Hua’ who rewarded the book)

Chapter 687: Chapter 676: Prescription (Added for ’Hua’ who rewarded the book)

"Ancient texts state that in the distant past, people universally believed the two most precious medicinal herbs to be the northern ginseng and the southern Chinese ginseng. However, the wonderful uses of Chinese ginseng were not fully discovered until later. Initially, it was only used as a holy medicine for trauma and wounds and was rarely used as a tonic to strengthen the body."

Teacher Mo read faster than Manbao and understood perfectly. While he read, he recorded videos and sent them to Manbao, saying, "You want to use it to stop bleeding, to nourish the blood, and to reduce inflammation. Therefore, you’ll have to use it in two different ways. I just sorted it out for you, there are basically five prescriptions that can be used, divided into external and internal applications."

Teacher Mo slid his fingers across his light-brain and continued to record, saying, "I won’t mention the external use; it can be applied directly to wounds. The internal use is divided into two kinds as well: the first is for enriching the blood, and the second is for stopping bleeding and reducing inflammation. The combinations for these purposes vary greatly, so you’ll have to stagger your doses..."

Manbao stayed in the system for half the night. When she came out, she didn’t care that her room was completely dark. She felt her way out of bed, quietly opened the door, and under the dim moonlight, made her way to the study. She struck a light to ignite the lamp and then began grinding ink to write down the prescriptions she and Teacher Mo had been discussing all evening.

Daji silently stood by the window and watched for a while, then, rubbing his somewhat swollen eyes, he made his way back to bed. On the other bed, Zhou SiLang muttered and turned over, continuing to sleep soundly.

Daji sighed. Even though he lay down, it was difficult to fall back asleep.

Having a young master who stayed up late reading was indeed a headache. He closed his eyes and stayed still, but pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds from outside.

Manbao meticulously wrote down all the prescriptions, the methods for taking them, and the restrictions. After pondering, she pulled out another piece of paper and wrote down a set of acupuncture techniques.

This was the result of an afternoon’s work, a set of acupuncture patterns that she trialed repeatedly to get the best effect. While not as effective as the antipyretic medications Teacher Mo mentioned, they still had some effect.

The acupuncture technique was not difficult; it didn’t require very strict timing for needle placement, so Doctor Ji should have been able to perform it.

After finishing, Manbao blew on the ink to dry it and put it away when it was almost dry before returning to her room.

She held her writing brush ready to clean it, but noticed there was no water in the brush washer.

Manbao looked outside and realized that clouds had covered the crescent moon, the world outside was pitch black, and the autumn wind stirred, causing the tree shadows to sway...

Manbao stared wide-eyed into the dark for a while, then glanced at the brush in her hand and decidedly set it down, opting to wash it tomorrow instead.

Taking the lamp from the table, Manbao carefully protected the small flame as she tiptoed back to her room. Thus, the next day, Bai Shan, who was the first to enter the study, discovered that the brush washer on the next desk had been left unwashed and placed haphazardly, and the lampstand that was originally on his desk had disappeared as well.

Having stayed up late, Manbao naturally woke up a bit later. By the time she had washed up and rushed into the study, Bai Shan had already cleaned his hands and sat down at the desk, and Mr. Zhuang had also stepped into the study. Seeing Manbao grinning beside the table, he asked, "What’s the matter?"

Manbao immediately shook her head. If her teacher knew that she hadn’t washed her brush after using it, he would certainly punish her.

Quietly, Manbao tilted her head and gave Bai Shan a stealthy smile. Bai Shan glanced at her covertly and huffed softly.

Bai Erlang walked in yawning and asked, "Teacher, aren’t we still on holiday today?"

Mr. Zhuang gave him a tap on the head, saying, "Even on a holiday, you must read your morning lessons. After that, I don’t care what you do."

Bai Erlang was not happy about having to wake up so early on a holiday but didn’t dare to act out in front of the teacher, so he could only ask Bai Shan and Manbao, "Are you two going out to play today?"

Manbao, who had already taken her seat, said, "I need to make a trip to Jishi Hall, and then on the way back, we can buy some Double Ninth cakes and chrysanthemum cakes to eat."

Bai Shan thought for a moment and said, "I will go with you."

Although Bai Erlang didn’t really want to go to the medicine shop, he was very interested in tasty treats, so he raised his hand as well, "I’ll go too, I’ll go. Since we’re buying Double Ninth cakes, let’s also get some nine-layer soup."

Mr. Zhuang, sitting at the head of the table, also smiled and set down his book, saying, "Then, you might as well buy a jar of chrysanthemum wine for me on the way back."

Manbao immediately swallowed hard and asked, "Teacher, can we drink it?"

Bai Shan and Bai Erlang also looked on eagerly. Mr. Zhuang watched his three disciples for a moment, then stroking his beard, said, "You’re getting older, too much is not allowed, but a cup or two should be fine."

The three cheered immediately.

Seeing them so happy, Mr. Zhuang became happy as well and laughed, "In that case, while you buy pastries and wine, I’ll have Aunt Rong go buy some crabs to steam. This is the last time to eat crabs for the season, miss it now, and you’ll have to wait a year to eat them again."

The three became even more excited.

Catching crabs was not easy; they were expensive and required meticulous preparation.

As not many people bought them, they were hardly seen in the market and one needed to find specific people to purchase from.

Back in Qili Village, Manbao only had the opportunity to eat them around the Mid-Autumn Festival at the homes of Bai Shan and Bai Erlang. However, the adults always treated them like porcelain dolls, absolutely not allowing them to eat much.

And that’s how people are— the less you eat something, the more you want to and the more you like it.

Because they were looking forward to eating crabs, Manbao and the others were exceptionally energetic in completing their morning lessons and then went to pick a back basket to head out.

After all, they would buy quite a few things, especially wine, so it was naturally better to carry them in a back basket.

Thus a stalemate ensued over who would carry the back basket.

Manbao glared hard at Bai Shan, who glared intensely back at Bai Erlang. Bai Erlang, quite angry, looked left and right and declared, "I am the Junior Brother!"

Bai Shan and Manbao both emphasized, "Yes, you are the Junior Brother!"

Bai Erlang gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "I don’t accept this, let’s do rock-paper-scissors."

Manbao declared, "Rock-paper-scissors it is, I’m not afraid of you, just rock-paper-scissors."

Bai Erlang firmly said, "Fine, rock-paper-scissors—"

They all threw their hands at the same time, two rocks against one pair of scissors. Manbao and Bai Shan looked up and laughed heartily, then turned and walked away.

Bai Erlang stared at his own scissors, grinding his teeth in irritation, picked up the back basket, and followed them out. But no sooner had they left the courtyard, Daji took the basket and put it on the cart.

Daji cast a glance at the three young masters, placing the back basket on the cart.

Bai Erlang: ...

Zhou SiLang stood at the door to send them off, "Go and come back early, Manbao, besides the chrysanthemum wine, also buy a jar of yellow rice wine. Daji and I want to drink it too."

Manbao responded, "Got it."

Zhou SiLang was then satisfied. Flower wine and such, those were for little girls to drink. How come Mr. Zhuang always favored such flavorless liquor?

The four directly headed to Jishi Hall. Manbao jumped off the horse-drawn carriage and handed the papers she had secured in her arms to Shopkeeper Zheng, saying, "These are what I found last night, Shopkeeper. Please deliver them to Doctor Ji."