Xiaoxiao still doesn't know how the three old men talked, so when he weaved a wreath of wild chrysanthemums and compared it with the small bow and crossbow that used wild chrysanthemums to help students, the three old men began to laugh loudly together not far away.

Xiaoxiao looked carefully and saw that the two old men on his side were laughing more. The white-bearded old man who picked herbs just nodded and smiled.

I was really curious about what these three old men were talking about. Xiaoxiao walked over with the garland and said nothing to say: "Grandpa, look at the garland I woven with Aster and Huang Wan!"

"This aster is common, as for this yellow aster..." Mr. Tang held the wreath made of purple and yellow chrysanthemums in his hand and looked carefully, "I'm afraid it wasn't the name Xiaoxiao gave him temporarily."

"This little yellow flower is called Huang Wan!" Xiaoxiao was a little dissatisfied.

Tong Shanchang smiled aside: "If you want to talk about these herbs, please ask Mr. Yu, this is the expert."

The white-bearded old man, known as Mr. Yu, smiled slightly. Although he was nearly 80 years old, he still had clear ears and eyes. His eyes only sprinkled with the garland and nodded and said, "It's not wrong to call him Huang Wan. If you follow the medicinal herbs, this thing is also called Qianli Guang, which can cure eye diseases and also improve eyesight."

Xiaoxiao listened carefully word by word: "I didn't expect that this inconspicuous little yellow flower would have such a loud name, Qianliguang."

"I have heard of a kind of bright eye herb called Jiuliming. I wonder if it is this thing?" asked Tong Shanchang.

Mr. Yu nodded and smiled, "It's exactly this thing."

The more Xiaoxiao looked at the old man, the more he looked like an old god. Anyway, in the eyes of this 80-year-old man, he was just a child, so he took the opportunity to ask him about medical questions: "Mr. Yu, the little woman has a problem in medicine. Today I dared to ask: Every time I go up the mountain, I am very flawless, and it is not difficult, but I can't use any strength when I go down the mountain. Why is this?"

Although Xiaoxiao does not understand medicine at all, he is also a person from the modern times. It is initially inferred that the meniscus on the knee should be damaged. This requires surgery in modern times, but I don’t know what good prescriptions were available in ancient times.

After listening to Xiaoxiao's words carefully, Mr. Yu pressed Tong Shanchang's knee with his hand: "I'm afraid it's a disease of cold and paralysis. He suffered severe frostbite when he was young, and he worked hard when he was young. The cold and fatigue accumulated over time, which caused the knee to be injured."

Had frostbite been injured when he was young? A young man had worked hard again. Xiaoxiao looked at Tong Shanchang without realizing it. He always thought that this Mr. Grown was a scholar from a scholarly family. He never thought that he had suffered so much.

Tong Shanchang was surprised: "Mr. Yu is really a god!"

Mr. Yu was not proud of saying these words, and he carefully touched Tong Shanchang's knee with his fingers: "If I was not wrong, it should be that a piece of cartilage in the knee was damaged."

Cartilage? The meniscus that everyone pointed to? I looked at Mr. Yu with a smile, and I really felt that I had met an old god today.

"Fortunately, the mountain leader was not seriously injured. I will tell you a prescription today and make a plaster according to this method. At first, I applied it once a day, and after three months, I changed it to once every half a month. I will be cured after persisting for half a year." Mr. Yu said very affirmatively.

Xiaoxiao hurriedly contributed the paper and pen he brought with him: "I would like to ask the old man to write down the prescription. If we miss the same medicine, it would be a big mistake."

After the prescription was written, Chief Tong respectfully took the prescription with both hands: "Mr. Xie gave the prescription, and I will definitely cherish my physical strength in the future, otherwise this handful of old bones will be blown away by the wind."

Although Mr. Yu is the oldest, his body looks better than the other two old men. When he heard Tong Shanchang say this, he smiled and said, "Cherishing physical strength is second. In the future, the mountain leader should worry less. If he is damaged in his knees, he will only be bedridden, and exhausted will be dead."

When Mr. Tang heard this, he said to Tong Shan: "Teacher a female school is so hard to take a girl. I told me that I will have to rest after the Chinese New Year this year. How great is it to play chess and drink with a few old friends."

"You still don't want to rest, why should I rest early?" Tong Shanchang smiled, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

"My body is stronger than you, and I don't care as much as you." Mr. Tang also smiled.

"Mr. Yu has the final say on whether he is in good health." Chief Tong Shancheng brought out the old god.

This was just right for laughter, so he hurriedly instigated: "Mr. Yu should help my grandfather take his pulse, otherwise he would be farmed and working at home. He would bend down to pick up wheat ears that had been around for most of the day when he was in the meadow. Anyway, he just refused to accept his old age."

Mr. Yu looked at Mr. Tang's expression: "This friend's mind is not less than that of that mountain, and these things can cover the sky and reach the sea. My friend is not an ordinary person."

"I dare not take it, but I dare not take it!" Mr. Tang waved his hand quickly, "I am just a businessman. I must be plotted on business matters, but I dare not compare with the sky and the sea."

Xiaoxiao listened a little anxiously: "The miracle doctor will give my grandfather the pulse. Even if you don't treat the disease, you can prescribe a prescription for strengthening your body!"

Mr. Yu was amused by the little girl, and indeed picked up the paper and pen: "My friend is afraid that he will suffer from the suffering of wandering on the sea, so I wrote down one side and didn't dare to ask for anything, but at least he could suffer less on the boat."

Mr. Tang frowned, a little puzzled: "Although he can't let go of many businesses at hand, he hasn't done anything about overseas business for more than ten years. Now he is old and will not take risks at sea."

Mr. Yu only buried his head in writing the prescription, and after writing it, he handed the prescription to Mr. Tang.

Mr. Tang carefully prepared the prescription, but asked unconsciously: "I see you, Mr. Yu is proficient in Xu Fu's art?"

Xu Fu's technique is just a confrontation. No wonder, Mr. Yu can see the past and the future without taking the pulse.

Mr. Yu smiled faintly: "It is a rare fate to be able to sit down and talk to you."

Although Xiaoxiao is skeptical, there are many strange people in ancient times, and many things are difficult to explain with modern technology.

Mr. Yu looked at him and smiled: "The girl is extremely intelligent and has extremely smart eyes. She may foresee what will happen a thousand years later."

Xiaoxiao felt that she was almost discovered by the old god, so she had to laugh and relieve her embarrassment: "The old god just said that my grandfather was not a mortal, so I must not be a mortal~" I felt it was rare to meet such a wise man, so I didn't want to miss it: "Can the old god reward a little girl with an immortal formula? My two grandfathers have prescriptions~"

Xiaoxiao borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, put the wreath he woven into Mr. Yu's hands, hoping that he could get a prescription, which might be useful.

"Although the girl is not greedy for a drink, she has always had a bad relationship with the wine, and she may die without restraint."

Mr. Yu's words were like a thunder blew up in Xiaoxiao's heart, and he suddenly felt a sudden frigidity. When I think about it carefully, it was really a mistake to be drunk. I think about my previous life, didn't I die of alcohol? If I hadn't been drunk, who would have run to the terrace to go crazy with Bai Lianhua! What's so bad is that I even flipped down from the railing...

Xiaoxiao sighed deeply: "If this is the case, then I will not drink anymore."

"I'm afraid I can't help myself." Mr. Yu said.

"Is there any explanation?" Xiaoxiao was restless for a moment.

Mr. Yu said confidently: "Of course, there is a solution. I need to apply needles on the top of the girl's head, behind the neck and wrists to close those evil paths. The girl can drink at will in the future."

When the old god said this, he was like a drunkard who was greedy.

If it were someone else, he might not dare to let a stranger acupuncture for him, but Xiaoxiao believed in the old man in front of him. He looked at his grandfather and nodded slightly when he saw his grandfather, he said seriously: "Please apply acupuncture to the little girl. If this evil fate can be resolved, the little girl will be grateful, so he must thank him again."

"It's better to say that I'm destined to you than to say that Jiushan is destined to you," Mr. Yu said while taking out his medical silver needle. "I'm grateful for your benefit to the villagers of Jiushan. Although this is a good thing, I hope to retain half of Jiushan's original appearance."

Xiaoxiao thought carefully about the old man's words and nodded, "We will definitely maintain the original appearance of Jiushan Mountains. Even these mountains are only half open to the public, and the original state of the other half will be permanently preserved."

When Mr. Yu heard this, he smiled with relief and held a silver needle in his hand and began to perform acupuncture for Xiaoxiao.

The cool silver needle pierced into the head, which hurt a little at first, but then it only made people feel awake. Xiaoxiao recalled many things from his past and present in this incense stick of time. For a moment, he felt that the things he did in the two lives together were just a starting point. He seemed to have experienced a lot, but it was loose and exaggerated, as if he would collapse by clicking his fingers.

After Mr. Yu took the needle for Xiaoxiao, he carried his herbal basket again and prepared to continue to go to the mountains to collect herbs.

Everyone warmly invited the old man to have lunch with everyone, but the old man said, "I am used to eating wild fruits and wild vegetables, and drinking pine flowers and spring water. I am afraid I can't eat other foods."

It was difficult for these ordinary people to continue to try to keep them, so they had to bow their hands and watch the old man walk into the mountains alone.

"I'm afraid I'm not really an old god?" Xiaoxiao looked at the distant back and murmured.

"How could we meet a god?" Mr. Tang didn't believe this, but he was very sure of Mr. Yu's ability. "This should be a master who is rare in a century."

Tong Shanchang couldn't figure it out for a while, so he didn't speak casually.

"Grandpa, what were you talking about when I was acupuncture just now?" Xiaoxiao was too immersed and did not listen carefully to what the few said.

"I told you about Jiushan and took the initiative to talk about your little girl who helped you to help you."

"Oh? What's wrong with us helping with school?" Xiaoxiao asked grandpa hurriedly.

"All the words are good. She said that she lived the longest and should be able to live beyond 100 years old." Mr. Tang looked at Nijie, who was standing in the distance with envy and knew nothing.

Niji is so long-lived. Xiaoxiao tried hard to imagine the future of Niji's old lady, and she laughed unconsciously.

Ni Jie seemed to feel something over there, waved to this side, and Xiaoxiao also waved: "It must be that they have set up the pot and prepared to cook, I'll take a look!"

It was already noon, and the "cooking class" had already started cooking and cooking. The barbecue meal two days before the meal made Tong Shanchang feel extremely uncomfortable. Since then, everyone's meals in the mountains at noon every day have changed to hot stews.

Mr. Tang brought a chef with him, and a few book boys and maids came to help him. The aroma of stewed meat and stew quickly floated over. The chef prepared a large fried dish to roast the cold and dry food he carried with him.

Among the few people, Xiaoxiao and Mr. Zhou were the ones who were most greedy. Now the two of them were staring at the stews in the big pot: pork belly, pork ribs, potatoes, autumn cabbage, radish, meatballs, tofu, honey ham, and sweet potato vermicelli that made Mr. Zhou amazing and never tire of eating.

"Today's food seems to be better than yesterday's mutton pot~" Xiaoxiao rubbed his hands, wishing he could pick up a piece of meat and taste it.

"Well! Today's pot is more hearty!" Mr. Zhou also exclaimed, "When the thousand-layer sesame cakes are baked, I will use these stewed meat and stews to soak the cakes together."

"Mr. Zhou likes to eat vermicelli the most, and I like ribs and potatoes the most~" Xiaoxiao asked Nijie next to him, "Where is the student aid?"

Ni Jie answered seriously: "I like radish the most."
Chapter completed!