"Ouyang Xiu's?"

""Collection of Ancient Records and Postscripts"!"

"Yi Chusan, how much is this book worth?"

Xu Lerou wants to understand the value of this book, and the price is a good reference.

“Knowledge is priceless!”

Tie Songbai, who was reading, seemed to hear it. He looked directly at Xu Lerou and shook his head.

There are very few ancient books that have been handed down, and there are even fewer ancient books that I like. This "Collection of Ancient Records and Postscripts" is obviously one of them.

Ouyang Xiu compiled "Collection of Ancient Records", wrote the postscript himself, and compiled it into a ten-volume "Collection of Ancient Records and Postscripts". As Chusan said, it was widely circulated and had many copies.

It's just that not many complete ones have been handed down.

As expected, it is a copy from the Ming Dynasty and is of considerable value.

Guaranteed, a few more papers of mine will appear, which will increase the reputation of the School of Liberal Arts of Luzhou University, and of course, also increase my own reputation.

A scholar.

After all, you need to be famous.

“Knowledge is priceless!”

Yi Chusan was also happy and looked at Sister Xu seriously.

"cut!"

Xu Lerou rolled her eyes at the two of them.

At this moment, the sound of opening the door sounded.

"sister!"

"You're back. Why did it take so long to send Xiaotao to kindergarten today?"

From where Xu Lerou was, she looked at the entrance of the room easily, thinking that Qinghe was back, but deep in her eyes, she saw that her elder sister was back.

It was a little after eight o'clock in the morning to send Xiao Tao to the nearby kindergarten. It took more than half an hour now, which was a bit long. It was almost nine o'clock.

"Aunt!"

Yi Chusan stood up and said hello.

"I met an acquaintance on the road and had a chat."

"The third grade of junior high school is here, sit down quickly."

"Sit down quickly. Don't leave today at noon. Auntie will prepare delicious food for you. Don't tell me...my legs feel stronger now."

"I used to walk Xiaotao to school, and my calves would feel a little sore when I came back. Now... I feel full of strength. Could massage have this effect?"

Tiemama also saw Yi Chusan in the living room and was very impressed by this young man, and the impression was very good.

Songbai admires him very much.

It seems that he is setting up some kind of club with Qinghe now, and he doesn't quite understand it.

If I hadn't massaged my calves and ankles in advance last week in the third year of junior high school, I'm afraid the consequences would have been unpredictable. The doctor said that if I was more than five minutes late, I would have to stay in bed for at least several days.

Now, I have long since returned to normal, and my legs and feet are obviously better.

At first, I thought it was an illusion, but now I am sure that it is definitely not an illusion, but I am obviously much stronger. I went to the school hospital for a checkup and found nothing wrong with me.

The doctor said that it might be because the previous muscles were damaged and then new ones grew. Then he told himself some examples of how his legs and feet became healthier after recovering from injuries.

"Push blood through the palace!"

"That's a technique I use to practice Chinese martial arts. According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, blood, qi, and water are the components of the human body. If the body is damaged, it is necessary to straighten out the three major relationships of blood, qi, and water."

"The reason why Auntie feels strong in her legs and feet is because I smoothed the blood vessels between Auntie's legs and feet during massage, allowing the blood to pass through more smoothly. The blood vessels, bones, organs, and nerves are also connected."

"Coupled with recuperation, you will naturally become more powerful."

Yi Chusan explained with a smile.

Suddenly I feel my legs and feet are stronger. On the one hand, it is the effect of the power of dreams, and on the other hand, it is the technique of pushing blood through the palace. Traditional Chinese medicine techniques are never targeted at one corner.

It's for the whole person.

"Really or not?"

"What do you mean? Blood, Qi, and water in traditional Chinese medicine?"

Xu Lerou once again expressed strong suspicion.

When I was abroad, I had more exposure to Western medicine, not to mention Chinese medicine, but I always felt uneasy and listened to these strange theories Yi Chusan said.

Even more speechless.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"When I was a child, I basically saw traditional Chinese medicine, taking pulses for diagnosis, and prescribing medicine for treatment. The results were very good, but now some people's standards are not up to par."

Tie Ma directly patted Xu Lerou with one hand.

I still trust Chinese medicine because I have personally had contact with it, and the top dignitaries in Kyoto are surrounded by top Chinese medicine doctors.

Sometimes, things that cannot be seen by Western medicine can be directly discovered through traditional Chinese medicine, and then treated in advance to directly eliminate hidden dangers.

"TCM is still unique."

Tie Songbai held a book in his hand and read it slowly, sometimes thoughtfully, sometimes smiling slightly. He seemed to have heard what Xu Lerou said and shook his head in response.

"Songbai, the third grade of junior high school is here, what are you reading?"

Looking at Tie Songbai, Tie Ma also shook her head, "Well, what are you reading at this time?"

"oh?"

"Hahaha, I'm happy to see the hunter's heart, I'm happy to see the hunter's heart."

"That's all, let's wait and see when we have time."

"Here, this is a gift for you on the third day of junior high school. Let you take good care of yourself. Inside is a wild ginseng that is more than eighty years old."

"This child...I told you, just come and come."

Tie Songbai felt something, smiled, put down the ancient book in his hand, closed it carefully, and put it in the wooden box in front of him. This book was indeed a copy of the Ming Dynasty.

It can be seen from the text and paper.

The specific content needs to be considered carefully.

This book is of great value to some people, but to some people, it may even be worth less than toilet paper. He put the things away, looked at Qinghe, his mother, and pointed at the wooden box containing wild ginseng.

“Eighty years of wild ginseng!”

"That won't work. It's too expensive. I remember his father had some ginseng in his collection. There is no shortage of it."

Tie Ma was getting a pot of hot water and was about to fill the tea cups on the coffee table. Listening to Tie Songbai's words, she quickly spoke.

They don't lack ginseng.

Songbai has collected some more or less over the years.

"Haha, Auntie, Teacher Tie paid for it."

Yi Chusan could only shake the bank card in his hand.

"This child..., it's fine as long as people come."

"His father has accepted a lot of students over the years, but I don't really like many of them at first glance. Give me the cup and I'll add some tea."

"I don't know much about those studies. When we were eating yesterday, Songbai was still saying that as long as you are willing to learn, Songbai will definitely teach you."

Just pay.

Just pay.

Tie Ma nodded to Tie Songbai. The thing was too valuable and she would be uneasy if she accepted it. It would be good if she had this attitude in the third year of junior high school.

Holding the teapot, he walked into the coffee table and looked at Yi Chusan.

In the third grade of junior high school, there is no shortage of money or good things. In this case, the only thing I want is knowledge.

Like some people who wanted to learn from Songbai in the past, it was either for the reputation of the Tie family, to be in line with the Tie family, or for other reasons.

Simply doing knowledge is too little.

In fact, as long as the knowledge is done well, Songbai will not sit back and watch.
Chapter completed!