Li Xuemei shook her head in a funny way: "Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound. I don't have that big ambition. Let's just say that feeling the pulse cannot be done by yourself without a master.
I thought that I couldn’t live up to this book, and at least I could understand the types and uses of herbal medicines, what prescriptions should be used for what symptoms, whether there are any taboos in them, and whether I should pay attention to my diet.
After a brief look at this book, I found that there are several prescriptions for a disease in it, whether it is mild or severe, or whether the effects of the medicines can be substituted for each other...
The medical conditions in ancient times were too poor. There were no sophisticated examination instruments or scientific methods for verification. They all relied on masters and apprentices to pass down teachings. Good prescriptions are in the hands of a few people, and we can’t get in touch with good doctors. If we don’t work hard,
, leaving the lives of my whole family in the hands of an unknown doctor... I'm a little scared."
Li Xuemei expressed her worries. There were some things she did not say in depth. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, class classification among people in this world existed. No matter what high position Lao Yan could reach in the future, at least for now, they were still
The lowest common people.
Dr. Cui's medical skills are good at dealing with ordinary ailments and pains. But if he really encounters a more complicated disease, he might not even dare to prescribe it.
Let’s not talk about it far, let’s just talk about her pregnancy. Modern caesarean section has greatly improved the survival rate of mother and baby, and here, the only person she can rely on is the midwife.
How could she not be afraid?
What if the fetal position is incorrect, what if the umbilical cord wraps around the neck, what if the amniotic fluid is insufficient...
It was precisely because she had given birth that she knew the dangers involved.
Yan Yu also became serious.
How can people not get sick if they eat whole grains?
"Mom is right, even if it's just a little more understanding, it's better. It's better than not knowing anything at all. If we encounter someone who is not good at medical skills, we at least have an idea, whether to change the doctor or hire a few more...
I hope that I can't do it, and it's not easy for me to find someone to teach me. It's better to memorize a few more prescriptions. If I really get sick, I'll ask for a pulse. Let's compare the prescribed prescriptions to see where the difference is, and discuss it with the doctor.
That's fine, we don't expect to benefit from it. This is a good way to cure diseases and save lives, so more people should know about it and spread it."
The couple set the tone for serious study in the future and prepared to find an opportunity to copy two copies of this book.
One for Li Xuemei and one for Yan Yu to keep and read.
Yan Yu stared at the densely packed small characters, reacted, and wailed: "Mom! Can we just copy our own? There are too many characters!"
Wouldn't it be faster if two people copied it together?
If she were to copy it herself, her wrist would be cut off.
Li Xuemei looked at Yan Laoer.
Yan Laoer understood it instantly.
"Daughter, come here, add me to your studies. From today on, the three of us will make progress together. You two can help me read and write, and I will protect you."
Man, you are so responsible!
Li Xuemei pursed her lips and smiled, her eyebrows arched, and she put his hand on her stomach.
"This little one should be three months old, and our eldest child is only seven years old. The children are all young. If our little family wants to live a good life in the future, we as parents will have to work harder."
Yan Laoer felt like he had been injected with chicken blood.
I immediately asked Lao Yan for a copybook.
"Brother, can you write a copybook for me? I will practice according to it in the future." He had his own secrets and felt that it would be better to imitate Lao Yan's calligraphy by tracing it according to the original owner's handwriting.
First, you can avoid the pitfall that the handwriting is different from before.
Secondly, he had an excuse for not writing well: he changed the font and was not yet proficient.
Yan Huaiwen was greatly surprised!
Isn’t it true that the sun rises from the west today?
His family, Tianyou, actually took the initiative to ask for help from him to practice calligraphy!
Yan Huaiwen solemnly agreed.
Looking at the retreating figure of his second brother, he looked solemn and called his son to fetch water and set the table.
I washed and polished the pen myself, and neatly laid out the white mulberry paper that I was reluctant to use.
Seeing his father's serious attitude, Yan Xiangheng thought that he had a chance to write something extraordinary.
I didn't even dare to take a breath.
I saw his father folding the paper meticulously and repeatedly.
After folding it, unfold it again, and you will have a uniformly sized and square character grid.
Yan Xiangheng's eyes almost popped out.
Actually want to write a copybook?!
Use white mulberry paper?
Maybe in wealthy people, this paper is nothing, but in their homes, they usually use the cheapest bamboo paper and hemp paper.
He remembered this piece of paper clearly. It was a gift given to a child from a wealthy family in the town when he entered the academy to become a mentor.
Yan Huaiwen pondered for a long time and decided to write his second specialty Taige style.
As for running script, which he was best at, it was abandoned.
He still thought that God would help him embark on an official career. Although Taige style had no characteristics, it was widely used. If he could work hard at practicing calligraphy, he would be a copy clerk in the future.
After making up his mind, Yan Huaiwen seemed to have divine help when he started writing.
In his life, he probably wrote the most about Taige style.
This book is used for all official correspondence, memorials, and orders.
When it is written, I will look at it carefully and nod secretly.
Not bad, his skills are still the same as before.
Yan Xiang was delighted to see Heng.
This copybook captures the essence of Taige style.
That is: beautiful, elegant and harmonious!
He sincerely requested: "Dad, could you please give me this copybook? I will practice diligently and live up to this copybook."
Yan Huaiwen glanced at him and thought that since his son wanted it, he would just write another one.
But this one doesn’t work, it’s God’s blessing.
He nodded and said, "Just wait."
Carefully move this word aside.
Put another piece of paper on it.
It's the same paper, but this time it's not folded at all, just swiped.
After finishing it in one breath, he put down his pen and said, "You can just take this one."
Yan Xiangheng:……
I don't know why, but I feel a little uncomfortable.
They were all written by my father, with the same font, the same content, and the same paper.
But I just feel like this one is less intentional than the previous one.
He couldn't help but ask: "Dad, the words written in front of it are..."
Yan Huaiwen sighed softly and felt deeply: "It is God's request. Your second uncle has wasted many years and never paid attention to studying. I didn't expect to take the initiative to ask for help today. I am really relieved for my father. As long as you have the intention, Baishouqiongjing will also be available."
It’s not too late.”
Yan Xiangheng was stunned.
It turned out to be what my second uncle asked for.
That's okay.
The little bit of discomfort in my heart disappeared.
Instead, I became happy.
It's hard for juniors to talk about the rights and wrongs of their elders, but my second uncle was really...
Now that he is getting better and better, and has the desire to study and make progress again, it is no wonder that his father treats him so seriously.
Even he felt filled with joy.
Second uncle, finally embarked on the right path.
Yan Lao Er still didn’t know that he just asked Lao Yan to write a copybook. The father and son misunderstood him so much!
He first found the Qi brothers and planned to burn some charcoal while he had free time in the past two days.
Then he went to find Mr. Cui and asked him to come and feel his wife's pulse.
It's been a tiring journey, so it's safer to let the doctor take a look.
