"...If you have free time, go to the various temples and temples outside the capital to pay your respects and pray for Er Niang." Qiao Lan thought for a while, instead of Duan Mingchen going there in person to deliver the food, it would be better to go directly to Pingding first.
The gossip outside.
"You can go pray tomorrow!" Qiao Lan made up her mind.
"If you go to the temple and ask for anything, remember to send it to Yin's house personally and send it to Erniang. Remember to ask for some peace and blessing, and don't ask for the messy things in the entrance." Qiao Lan warned.
Qiao Lan knew that some temples and Taoist temples would give medicine to their believers.
As for the effect of the medicine, Qiao Lan wasn't sure. The Yin family had already hired a doctor for Er Niang, and they also had anti-inflammatory medicine, so there was no need to take other medicine.
Duan Mingchen nodded and listened, remembering everything in his heart. "Mom, don't worry, I will do it."
In the courtyard of the Yin family.
Qiao Lan had been gone for a while. Yin Erniang ate a lot of food under the care of her mother, and then took out the medicine Qiao Lan gave her.
Yin Erniang looked at the jade gourd and thought about what Qiao Lan said. This is what you eat when the wound on your face is not healed. You only need to eat as much as a fingernail.
Opening the cover of the jade gourd, unexpectedly, there was medicinal powder as white as jade. Yin Erniang tasted a little, and it was slightly bitter in her mouth. She drank it with a sip of water, which quickly diluted the bitter taste in her mouth.
Mrs. Xu: "How?"
Yin Erniang shook her head: "I haven't felt anything yet, maybe I have to wait a few days."
After taking the medicine, Erniang Yin opened another jade gourd, and a strong medicinal smell floated out from the gourd, which was more pungent than the decoction that Erniang Yin had been drinking these days.
Seeing that the medicine was as white as jade, not as turbid as ordinary ointments, but with a strong medicinal smell. Yin Erniang dipped a small amount of the medicine into her face, and it melted on her face as soon as it was applied, like water.
The mother and daughter looked at each other, feeling that this medicine was extraordinary, and immediately believed in Qiao Lan's healing effects.
"The queen has spent so much effort to get the medicine for you. You must be filial to her after you come in!" Mrs. Xu warned her daughter, and most of the depression in her chest disappeared.
Yin Erniang blinked slightly, no longer as distracted as before, she squeezed the medicine in her hand and nodded.
Since rumors about the disfigurement and unknown circumstances of the Yin family's second wife spread, many people thought that the Duan family would break off the engagement and were looking forward to watching the excitement.
But after waiting for a long time, I didn't get the news that the two families had broken off their marriage. Instead, I heard that Duan Mingchen, the fourth master of the Duan family, often visited temples and Taoist temples around the capital.
The news spread like wildfire, until many people saw him in the temple and gymnasium.
Duan Silang went to temples so frequently to pray for blessings, either because something happened to the Duan family, or because of his fiancée, the second mother of the Yin family!
For a time, many girls in the boudoir were envious!
Which temple should they go to to pray for such a wishful husband?
Due to Duan Mingchen's actions, the rumors in the capital were disproven, and many people became envious of Yin Erniang.
Although there may be misfortunes, good times are yet to come for those who are looking for such a man who is unswervingly determined and willing to spend a fortune. If they are allowed to meet such a man at the cost of misfortune, they are willing to do so.
The news reached the palace.
When Sang Weixiang heard this, he immediately threw a lot of porcelain in the palace!
That woman is disfigured, and Duan Mingchen still wants to marry her!
What a true gentleman with love and righteousness!
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Qiao Lan mixed a bottle of wound-washing medicine from the system and wrote down the precautions before handing them over to Duan Mingchen. After all, she was his future wife, so he didn't care who did.
Qiao Lan has done everything she can, and she can no longer count on her for anything else.
Returning to Zhuangzi, Qiao Lan summoned the students who were learning about winter fertilization and gave them lessons on growing mushrooms.
Qiao Lan directly handed over the technical information on growing winter mushrooms to these students and asked them to study it on their own.
When it comes to planting, the word fertilizer cannot be separated.
Everyone looked at the fertilizer ratio and felt sad in their hearts.
Earlier, when they learned that many of the vegetables on Zhuangzi were grown with fertilizers produced by themselves, these noble gentlemen did not eat anything that day and were so disgusted.
Maybe after planting too much, everyone gradually accepted this fact. If you want to have high yields, you must have fertilizer as a base.
But what should stink still stink!
Fertilizing the ground will stink for a few days, but going to the mushroom shed every day will stink every day!
Qiao Lan built a mushroom cultivation room a few years ago. It was originally for Duan Mingjing to raise chickens. Now Duan Mingjing has raised chickens, and the people at Zhuangzi have been taking care of it.
Now it is in the hands of these students. Since it is used as a reference for them, I hope they will cherish it.
Although I couldn’t learn breeding techniques this year, I at least learned how to grow mushrooms, so I can help the family. Qiao Lan can be said to have good intentions!
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November has come quietly, the wilderness is gradually freezing, and Qiao Lan gives the students in Zhuangzi a holiday.
The plan is for them to go home with their transcripts and end-of-semester awards.
The report card counted the performance of these students in the three months since they entered school. Qiao Lan calculated a comprehensive score based on the daily evaluation scores, combined with the attendance scores to give a total score, and also wrote down the ranking.
For example, so-and-so, how many points, what is the rank.
Qiao Lan directly handed over these trivial calculations to the system. For an artificial intelligence of this level to do an arithmetic problem, it was simply a piece of cake for it.
In addition to the report card, Qiao Lan also planned to give everyone some souvenirs to take back.
After all, after working here for so long, it was unreasonable not to bring something back. So each person packed some grain, eggs, fruits, and mushrooms, which are all specialties of Zhuangzi. In addition, he packed a few extra pieces for students who performed well.
Meat.
Qiao Lan thinks that this reward is very practical, and even if there are many people in the family, it is enough for the whole family to share.
Baskets of rewards were labeled with names by the boys and moved to the courtyard where the students lived.
Qiao Lan himself was not present, the steward made the announcement on his behalf.
The steward took the report card and explained the use of these baskets.
Steward: "These are the end-of-term rewards given to you by the old lady. Although they are not expensive things, at least they are what you have earned from your hard work in the past few months."
The students looked at the baskets placed beside the steward, and all of them looked embarrassed, like people who had been suffering from constipation for a long time and could not get rid of it.
Finally, one person spoke up: "Can I refuse this reward?"
Steward: "Gentlemen, wait a moment, I'll go ask the old lady."
Qiao Lan feels that she is a considerate teacher and never forces others. If she doesn't want it, just don't want it, leaving it to the farmers on Zhuangzi. They don't know how much they like it.
There is no need to carry a basket home, and everyone will run away like they are having fun.
When Qiao Lan heard the news that the steward came to report, she felt emotional for a moment.
Without the sound of gongs every morning, and without the endless complaints from young students, it always felt like something was missing.
Don't worry, they will come again next spring like swallows.