MTL - I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times-Chapter 144 Medical Conformity Record
Chapter 144 Medical Conformity
"Some people just like to gossip. If we yell like her, wouldn't we degrade ourselves? You must know that a gentleman's revenge is never too late. Let's write this down first, seize the opportunity, and deal with the person in one fell swoop. "
“But mother, what should I do if I’m angry right now?”
Bai Anyi angrily kicked the wheel that he had removed. The cart was parked on the **** by the river. He kicked it down the river and rolled down the **** into the Qingshui River.
Plop~
Looking at the wheel lying in the puddle by the river, Baiyun Xi blinked and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“Wouldn’t this relieve your anger?”
It’s lucky that the wheel didn’t roll into the deep water, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to find it even if they were in a hurry.
Hearing his mother's teasing tone, Bai Anyi touched his nose innocently, raised his chin proudly, and walked away.
“Hmph, it’s easier for them this time.”
Bai Yunxi shook his head, raised his heels, looked at the still angry young man, and chuckled,
"Okay, you're angry now, don't keep a straight face. It's not worthwhile to fight with people who have nothing to do with you. At the moment, the form is stronger than the person. Fighting with others will only make other people laugh. When we live a better life, then At that time, without us taking any action, someone would borrow flowers and offer them to the Buddha."
"Mom, don't worry, my son will work hard." Bai Anyi clenched his fists, his eyes extremely firm.
The two of them returned home, poured the screws into a basin and spit out the sand, washed their hands and went to check on the Qiuli paste.
"Mom, are you touching the screws again? Although that thing is delicious, there is too little meat, so I feel a little anxious when eating it." Mrs. Li looked at the half-pot of screws and smiled.
“This thing is meant to be eaten and played with. If you have nothing to do at night, just screw it as a snack. Why are you so anxious?”
Bai Yunxi looked at her dumbfounded. An impatient person is not suitable for talking about screws.
At dusk, the water in the autumn pear paste had almost evaporated. Baiyunxi stirred it with a spoon for a while. Seeing the reddish-brown pear paste getting thicker, Li turned off the heat and prepared to take out the pot.
Two pear trees can produce three kilograms of autumn pear paste. With this kind of production, Baiyunxi is still very satisfied.
The remaining bit of autumn pear paste stuck to the bottom of the pot, and Mrs. Li was not willing to brush it off. She directly heated water and made pear water, one bowl for each person.
Seeing how serious she was, Bai Yunxi grabbed a few mint leaves from the corner and threw them into the tea bowl.
Ms. Li looked at everyone, holding a bowl in one hand and holding her waist with the other.
"How about it, is it sweet or not? Is it delicious? My mother said that this stuff can moisten the lungs and relieve coughs, eliminate phlegm and promote fluid production. When the weather is dry and the gas is dry, take a spoonful and drink it. It can protect the internal organs, relieve constipation and remove fire."
Bai Yunxi was surprised when she heard that she actually remembered her words intact in her mind. This person's brain is really good.
Bai Anyan raised his head and drank a bowl of pear paste water, smashing it in his mouth.
“Mom, how do you know so much?”
‘What dad said is indeed true. Reading makes people sensible, and reading makes people broaden their horizons. ’
"Is this what Mom saw in that journal?"
Xiao Wu held the bowl and looked at the orange pear water. It had a sweet taste. When he drank it, it was sweet and soothing to the throat, with a refreshing mint aroma.
Looking at Xiao Wu’s probing eyes, Bai Yunxi shook his head.
"My mother saw the making of Qiuli ointment in the medical records. Your grandfather taught classes all year round and loved to drink when meeting friends. Every time the seasons changed, his throat always felt uncomfortable. I don't know how your father knew that Chang Xiucai's family had hidden this book. I borrowed the pharmacopoeia from someone and read through it."
(End of this chapter)
