The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 287 - 182-3

When Uncle Zhou was cooking, Zhao Minghua stood by the kitchen asking questions.

"Uncle, is there ever a time when the rice shops here don’t sell rice?"

It’s quite unusual for a rice shop not to sell rice and only offer some coarse grains.

"It was just after the Third Prince’s soldiers came that the rice shops stopped selling rice. There are rumors outside that a war is coming."

War?

"Some people say it’s just rumors. We common folk don’t understand, and with no grain at home, we’re very anxious."

With rice shops not selling rice, apart from landlords with surplus grain, who wouldn’t be worried?

If a real war breaks out, prices will soar and the price of rice will increase several times over.

Zhao Minghua understood in his heart that the rice merchants were hoarding grain to sell at a high price later.

A thought also flashed through his mind.

He immediately discussed this matter with Chun Nuan.

"Hasn’t the Third Prince already..."

Although it was a royal secret, Xiao Chunyu had informed Chun Nuan in secret. Chun Nuan realized he hadn’t told Zhao Minghua about it yet when he mentioned it.

Yes, the Third Prince was already confined in the Imperial Clan Court.

Logically speaking, this matter should be over.

However, in this remote place, some soldiers were causing trouble under the banner of the Third Prince.

In this case, there are two possibilities: one is that they are genuinely the Third Prince’s soldiers, indicating his influence is so vast that his reach extends everywhere; the second is that someone is impersonating the Third Prince’s soldiers to spread rumors and cause chaos across the land.

Both possibilities would ultimately result in starting a war.

When the nation prospers, the commoners suffer; when the nation is in chaos, the commoners also suffer.

When deities fight, mortals get caught in the crossfire.

"The price of grain is bound to rise. But won’t making a profit this way invite universal condemnation?"

Chun Nuan was still somewhat worried, fearing the court would settle accounts with them in the future.

"What I’m suggesting is to purchase a batch of grain while Shu City hasn’t reacted. When the prices soar, even if we don’t double it, just marking it up a bit would already bring a huge profit, and it would be risk-free."

Zhao Minghua certainly understood Chun Nuan’s concerns.

"Alright, if you think this way is feasible, then go ahead and do it."

In terms of business, Chun Nuan still trusted Zhao Minghua.

A person who entered the business world at the age of twelve truly needed no guidance from Chun Nuan when it came to making money.

"Here they come, here they come, Doctor, the Four Treasures of the Study have arrived."

Zhou Sanwa went to request brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones from Tang the Scholar, who called them the Four Treasures of the Study. It was the first time he learned this term. The Four Treasures of the Study—it sounded nice!

Chun Nuan needed to write a prescription, and Zhao Minghua volunteered to help her grind the ink.

"Nuannuan, is this what they call ’the fragrance of a red sleeve’?"

Suddenly, Zhao Minghua jokingly asked her.

Chun Nuan... Sometimes this person is really out of touch. Is using ’the fragrance of a red sleeve’ appropriate here?

Chun Nuan wrote a prescription for Aunt Zhou.

"Achyranthes, Bai Shao, and Angelica..." Zhao Minghua diligently took it to study, even asking Chun Nuan to explain in detail the uses and effects of each ingredient.

"But you’re not a doctor."

This person’s eagerness to learn was no less than Chun Ning’s.

"But I’m the doctor’s husband." Zhao Minghua said, looking at Chun Nuan as if he was getting a great deal: "Besides, I also run a pharmacy and sell medicinal herbs. This knowledge isn’t always needed, but it must be understood."

"Alright, alright, I’ll teach you."

"Achyranthes is bitter, sweet, and sour in taste, neutral in nature, and enters the liver and kidney meridians. It has the effects of invigorating blood circulation, diuresis, guiding blood downward, nourishing the liver and kidneys, and strengthening bones and muscles..." Chun Nuan explained each one, and Zhao Minghua gave a thumbs-up directly.

"Nuannuan, how do you remember all these medicines so clearly and never mix them up?"

"Do you think this is a joke? This concerns human lives; how can it be confused?" Chun Nuan replied: "Skill comes from practice, and knowing the compatibility of herbs clearly is crucial. These were taught from the early stages."

Once seriously studied, you will never forget it for a lifetime.

"It’s just like eating—when the time comes, you’re hungry. It’s the same with herbal formulations; upon seeing the symptoms, you know which herb to use. These things are firmly remembered in my mind, and I will not forget even a little."

"Nuannuan, you doctors are truly remarkable."

Remarkable?

Who doesn’t go from ignorance to understanding, slowly filling in a blank mind?

Moreover, a truly great doctor must be part of a long tradition of family learning.

Like the great-grandfather passing it to the grandfather, the grandfather to oneself, and then oneself passing it to Chun Ning, and on to Muyang.

It takes generations of support to make you truly remarkable!

It’s really not easy.