The Classic of the Maiden's Medical Arts

  The second update of 4,500 words has been sent out, and nearly 10,000 words have been updated on the shelves. Thank you for your love and support. I am deeply moved and at a loss for words. Let me go cry for a while.

  When the sky was slightly bright, Cheng Erlaoye had been waiting at the entrance of a lane in the city for a while, with two small servants following behind him, holding full gift boxes, and his feet were numb from standing.

  It's not that he didn't knock on the door, but rather that no one answered after he knocked.

  Second Master Cheng had no choice but to wait.

  This was an unassuming residence, just like those of ordinary people around it, but the governor couldn't help but show a hint of reverence.

  Because this is his teacher Zhang Chun's former residence, if it were just a former residence, that would be fine. Now an old man has moved in.

  Zhang Chun's old father returned from Beijing a month ago, saying that he missed his hometown and specially returned to his old residence to rest for some time.

  The sunlight came out, and Master Cheng Er nodded again to the young servant to go forward and call the door. This time, after a while, someone responded from inside the door.

  "Who is it at this early hour?" The old door creaked open and out came a shaky, bleary-eyed old man with a head of grey hair.

  It's still early! The sun is already high in the sky.

  Cheng Er's old master smiled and bowed.

  "Certainly, Mr. Cheng is a disciple of the old gentleman and has visited him before," he said.

  Zhang Chun had previously lectured in Jiangzhou and Gangzhou for dozens of years. Now, he was invited to lecture at the Imperial Academy in the capital, with disciples all over the country who respected their teacher and followed his teachings. Although Zhang Chun had left his hometown a long time ago, many of his relatives had also moved to the capital, but every year there were still many students visiting his old residence, either intentionally coming to pay respects or passing by on their way to other places.

  Especially with Zhang Chun's old father returning, the previous segment was quite lively. If it wasn't for Old Man Zhang being bothered and losing his temper, this liveliness would probably still be going on today.

  The old fellow was clearly familiar with all this.

  "Unfortunately, the old man went out early and has not returned yet," he said.

  So early! Mr. Cheng was very surprised.

  At this time, it was time for Cheng Jiaoniang to have breakfast, and the maid pushed over a food box.

  Apart from a bowl of plain porridge and some side dishes, there was also a steamed orange, which when opened, emitted a fragrant aroma.

  Ya Tou carefully scooped out a spoonful of crab roe and presented it to Cheng Jiaoniang.

  Jiang Nang took it over, dipped it in salt and vinegar, took a bite, and then put it down.

  "Girl, isn't it done yet?" The maid asked anxiously.

  "The orange is not ripe enough, the crab roe is not sufficient, the wine is not good enough, and the flavor is not right, it's really hard to swallow." Cheng Jiuniang said, looking at the maid's face, and smiled slightly, "A clever woman can't cook without rice, it has nothing to do with you."

  The girl felt slightly relieved.

  "Wait until I get into town and pick out a good one," she said. "The ones sent from home are no good."

  Jiang Nang didn't say "don't bother" but nodded instead.

  "Let's make it when we have good materials, otherwise, it's not worth the effort." she said.

  Ya Tou responded by watching Cheng Jiaoniang slowly finish her congee and small dishes, then packing up the food box.

  Jiang Nang took over the book and continued reading, this "Da Zhou Fan Sheng Lu" she brought from home, she finally finished one page.

  Ya Tou stood aside and pulled open the curtain, turning her head to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.

  All quiet and still, as if nothing had ever happened that night, as if those two people had never existed rather than having been killed.

  Is he dead? He's dead, a person is dead, or two of them, just died suddenly...

  The girl couldn't help but tremble a few times.

  "Daughter." The maid muttered under her breath.

  Jiang Yao didn't raise her head and just hummed in response, but for a long time, she couldn't hear Yatou say another word.

  "Heaven's fault can be survived, but one's own fault cannot. Heaven will take care of those who do not take care of themselves, that woman was struck by lightning because she brought it upon herself, heaven took her life, you must remember this."

  The girl quickly turned around and knelt down.

  "Yes, I remember," she said in a trembling voice. "No, I don't know."

  She realized that killing someone didn't necessarily require one's own hands, and that heaven could also be manipulated.

  She never understood how installing an iron rod on the roof, hanging a paper kite and throwing down a rope could attract lightning.

  She also didn't understand how her daughter knew it would rain and thunder at that time.

  But none of this matters, as long as she knows that listening to her mother's words is enough.

  The girl carried a food box and walked out, meeting two Taoist nuns who came to deliver water.

  "Sister Half Cabbage." They bowed respectfully.

  This woman is actually the kind-hearted person who helped rescue people on the mountain at first.

  And from what I've seen in these few days, Ping Yi is indeed a kind-hearted and gentle girl.

  No matter old or young, people in the hospital all like her.

  The girl smiled and thanked them. Now they still cook separately, leading the two Taoist nuns to pour the mountain spring water fetched into the water jar.

  A Taoist nun was intrigued by the fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

  "It smells so good." She couldn't help but sniff and say.

  The girl responded with an "oh" and handed over her lunchbox.

  "This is some snacks, you take them away and eat." she said.

  The two Taoist nuns were startled and hastily waved their hands.

  "We don't dare, we don't dare." They said, "Let the lady eat."

  "My daughter doesn't like it, I made a lot of it, and now it's going to waste." said Yatou.

  It smells so good, how can you not like it?

  It seems that fools are indeed different from ordinary people.

  She said so, and with the fragrance enticing them, the two Taoist nuns thanked her and took it over.

  The old man walked down from the mountain with a clear and refreshing spirit. Behind him, in addition to the old servant who had followed him last time, there was also a young apprentice.

  "Master, can we go back now?" asked the old servant.

  "The doctor said it's nothing, nothing at all. I've come out and had a meal, there won't be any more problems," the old man said with a smile.

  The old servant looked worried.

  "But, Master, you didn't eat much," he said.

  The old man laughed and pretended he hadn't heard, pointing halfway up the mountain.

  "It's been a few days since I've seen you, and the mountains and forests have all changed. The Taoist temple that was under renovation last time I came is now complete." He casually changed the subject and said.

  "That Taoist temple was struck by lightning." The young servant said hastily, with a somewhat excited expression, "People say that the master of the temple is a fox spirit in disguise, so he attracted heavenly lightning. At that time, the thunder and fire were huge, and someone even saw the Thunder God himself."

  The old man burst out laughing and his eyes fell on the Grand Mystic Hall not far away.

  As I read this, my mouth corners slightly sour, thinking of the candied kumquats I ate that day. After returning, he also asked the cook to try making them, but no matter how simple they seemed, they just didn't taste right. I don't know if it was because I was sick at the time or if there really is a special technique to making small dishes.

  "Since you've come, go get a bowl of water to drink." He said, taking big strides forward himself.

  As the old man stepped inside, a small child who was sweeping the floor let out an exclamation.

  "It's that old man who is starving to death." she couldn't help but say.

  If it's really too rude, the Taoist nun next to her hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop her and welcomed her over.

  "A good man." She said with a bow.

  The old man naturally heard the child's words and just smiled.

  "This time I'm not hungry, come and have a bowl of water to eat." He said with a smile.

  The little boy smiled shyly and threw down his broom, busily fetching a mat to spread out, then hurried off to fetch water.

  "Sister, look what good things I brought."

  Behind the courtyard, two Taoist nuns were laughing and walking quickly towards them, holding a food box in their hands. When they saw the old man sitting under the corridor, they also let out an exclamation of surprise.

  "Old fellow, you've arrived, that's great." One of them said busily, "The woman we met on the mountain last time is right here."

  The old man and the old servant were both astonished.

  "Oh, that's great." The old man said, originally wanting to get up, but thinking it was a woman, he sat back down again. "Trouble the immortal girl to ask if we can have an audience."

  The Daoist nun responded and turned around to leave.

  The little boy also brought water, the old man picked it up to drink, and smelled the fragrance between his breaths. He couldn't help but look over and saw a Taoist nun holding a food box, just about to open it for her fellow sisters.

  "What's so good about Fairy Maiden?" he asked.

  The Taoist nun smiled and picked out an orange from among them.

  "It's an orange," she said, and lifted up the skin of the orange which had been cut open and then covered again. "Inside is pulp."

  With the lid open, fragrance overflows.

  The old man couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his stomach growled several times, with hunger pangs surging up.

  The Taoist nun saw it and smiled, bringing over a pair of shoes.

  "Try some, old man," she said, "what kind of meat is this?"

  The old man took it and looked at it, nodding his head.

  "Crab roe meat." He said, unexpectedly doing crab meat, it's great. He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and suddenly had a look of surprise on his face, "Good, good, good."

  After saying these three words, he couldn't care less about talking and started eating big mouthfuls. The old servant and the young boy were taken aback at first, then overjoyed.

  "Great, Master is finally thinking of eating!" said the young servant.

  The three Taoist nuns exchanged a glance, and this old man had another bout of hunger pangs...

  This old fellow must have contracted hunger disease.

  The Taoist nuns looked at the three empty oranges on the table and then at the old man who had taken a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

  "If there was another bowl of white rice porridge, it would be even better." He said with a lingering tone.

  The Taoist temple is where you can eat affordably.

  "Is it just tea soup? Do good people want to eat it?" a Taoist nun said.

  The old man shook his head.

  "No good, no good, then the delicious taste just eaten will be wasted." He said, after swallowing three orange crab yellow meat, he only felt refreshed and invigorated, patted his hands and stood up.

  "It's fine like this, let's hurry home and cook a bowl of white rice, it should be thick, and then have a plate of cold mixed vegetables." He said, somewhat impatient.

  The old servant and young houseboy hurriedly led the way. The master had been off his food for a long time, so it was a huge delight that he suddenly wanted to eat with such urgency.

  A Taoist nun rushed over from behind.

  "Good people, unfortunately, that girl has left." She said with an apologetic tone.

  The old man patted his head with his hand and then remembered why he was sitting there.

  He was waiting for someone to thank him, but after eating three oranges, he completely forgot.

  Has he left? He's gone, right?

  "What bad luck," he said, frowning and thinking for a moment. "May I ask which family is the young lady from?"

  The Taoist nuns exchanged a glance.

  "She's not really a wife either," said Xiao Tong.

  The old man hummed in response, but didn't understand.

  "Whose wife is she?" he asked, or the woman from the mountain village? "Since you recognize her, tell me and I'll have someone personally deliver a thank-you gift. Doctor Zeng said that day that if it weren't for the timely treatment, I would have had to spend several more days in bed."

  How could that sugar gourd have such an amazing effect? The Taoist nuns were very surprised.

  This girl is not only kind-hearted but also really handy.

  "It's not the young lady, she is the young lady's maid, a little servant girl." A Taoist nun said immediately.

  The old man sighed.

  "Whose little girl is this, and how can she be so agile?" he asked curiously.

  "It's from the Beicheng family, and her name is Ban Qin." said the Taoist nun.

  The old man nodded again, thoughtfully nodding his head.

  "Let's hurry back, Master. Now that we know which family the girl belongs to, it's also good to thank them." The old servant urged.

  It's almost time to eat, don't delay, or you might lose your appetite.

  The old man laughed and bid farewell to the Taoist nuns with a bow.

  Watching the old man's carriage drive away, the three Taoist nuns who had seen him off at the gate turned around with joyful faces.

  "This good man looks extraordinary, if he can really let people go to the Cheng family to thank him, then Banqian sister may be able to get her family's recognition and not have to serve this fool for a lifetime." A Taoist nun said.

  Two more nods.

  "Isn't he quite dignified? This good man's family shouldn't be very poor, right? How come every time he comes, he's so hungry?"

  As I stepped inside, looking at the empty water bowl and orange peel still on the table, Xiaotong said.

  "Is this thing really that delicious?" She curiously held up an empty tangerine peel.

  The orange peel has cooled down, and the meat is all gone. It doesn't have that strong fragrance as before, but only a sour smell after steaming, which can't be considered very delicious.

  "That's right, Half Cabbage Sister said that even the girls in her family don't eat it, and idiots wouldn't eat it either, what kind of good thing is that?" one of them said.

  "What? This is also made by Banjin?" The little boy asked in surprise.

  Just now two senior sisters came out with lunch boxes, and before they could ask what it was, this old man interrupted them.

  So this was also done by that clever girl.

  "Half Auntie has cured the old man's hunger twice," said Little Tong, "she can be considered to have repaid his kindness, let's go tell her this good news quickly."

  She finished speaking and was about to run inside when she was held back by others.

  "Don't go saying that." A Taoist nun said.

  "Why? Isn't that a good thing? Half Cabbage Sister can take the opportunity to ask that old man to take care of her and leave from here." Little Tong was puzzled.

  "It's easy to say thank you and repay kindness, but few people actually do it." The older nun said, "It's better not to tell Banqin about it. If the old man really wants to thank her, it will be a surprise for Banqin. If he just says it casually and forgets, Banqin won't know and won't have any expectations, so she won't be disappointed either."

  It was indeed so, and both of them nodded in agreement.

  "I hope Half Cabbage Sister can wait for a surprise then." Little Tong said with a smile.

  The small temple on the mountain waist was bustling with excitement, and the house of the abbot who had been burned down by fire would not be rebuilt according to Sun Abbot's intention, but instead it was pushed down and turned into an open space, where a small pavilion was built.

  Of course, Sun Guanzhu's meaning is exactly what Cheng Jiaoniang means.

  No need to rebuild houses, just paint and repair other old houses, plus the sufficient and timely wages given by Sun Guanzhong, the project went very quickly.

  "Maybe we can move in by fifteen."

  Ban Jin withdrew her gaze and turned around to look at Cheng Jiaoniang, saying.

  Jiangniang sat on the mountain rock.

  "Isn't it almost August 15th?" she asked.

  "Yes," said Ban Jin.

  Jiang Niang got up and walked a few steps forward slowly, looking at the Xiao Xuanmiao Temple which had already changed its appearance. No, it was no longer called Xiao Xuanmiao Temple anymore.

  The large is unified, the great is mysterious and wonderful, the small is attached and followed, also known as Tai Ping.

  "It's pretty quick," she said.

  From July to mid-August, from Xiaoxuan Temple to Taiping Temple, more than a month's time is indeed quite fast.

  As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the streets of Beijing are bustling with excitement. The wine shops and tea houses are packed from morning till night, with many families taking their children and elderly out to enjoy the scenery and have fun.

  There are obviously more women on the streets, and the carriages of wealthy families come and go without end, filled with laughter, chatter, and peddling cries.

  "Quickly, Half Cinnamon Sister." a maid servant called out.

  In front of a sugar blower's stall, Ban Jin was so absorbed in watching that he tightly hugged the food box in his hand and squeezed through the crowd to follow.

  "It's so lively on this street," she said.

  "This is not lively yet, wait until the 15th and come out to see, it will be even more lively." Yatou smiled and intimately held her arm, "At that time you can come out and see enough, we can only worship the moon at home."

  "How can I stand out if everyone is the same?" said Ban Jin with a slightly shy smile.

  "How can that be the same? Sixth Master likes you so much, as long as you say you want to go out and play, he will definitely take you along." Yatou said with a smile.

  This remark made Pan Jinlian blush.

  "It's nothing, young master, I'm just a servant girl." She stuttered, feeling somewhat flustered and unable to express herself clearly.

  "Miss, the young master has gone out to dinner with someone and didn't forget to ask you to come over." The maid said with a smile.

  "That's Young Master wanting to eat fried fruit again." said Ban Jin with a lowered head.

  "This kind of fruit is only suitable for you to make, and that's enough. With so many girls in the house, how many can be remembered by the young master like this?" The girl smiled, holding her arm, with a few points of flattery and a few points of envy, "No wonder the young master wanted to bring you back from so far away."

  Recommendation: "The Little Maid of the Great Ming Dynasty" has become more enjoyable with each passing day. Friends who like it can go and watch it now. RS