Qiu Wuhen looked at the body of the cow water tank. Fifty kilograms of rice per month, plus ten kilograms of rice for vegetables, the living expenses are about the same. He nodded immediately: "Okay, let's do this first, he must be able to eat.

If this amount of food is not enough for him, you have to add more. I can't give you food to raise your son."

"No way, don't worry, if he grows up and eats more, I will add more food and you won't suffer any loss." The cow butcher said with a smile on his face, "I will go back and give you sixty pounds in a small cart.

The food is delivered. There are also additional pork kidneys, livers and pork belly."

"Okay."

The cow butcher hurried over and soon brought all these things in a wheelbarrow. Qiu Wuhen asked him to send them to the back kitchen and handed them over to the third aunt in charge of the kitchen.

When the third aunt saw these things, she was very happy and told Grandma Su and the others. Naturally, the whole family was overjoyed again.

In the front yard pharmacy, after the cow butcher left, Qiu Wuhen began to teach the cow water tank.

Qiu Wuhen asked Niu Shuitan to move a stool and sit next to his large table: "Take out all the paper and pens. Let's start learning to write today."

Niu Shuitan quickly brought a stool and sat down. He took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag and put it away. It was indeed a bit of straw paper, very rough, but it was fine for practicing calligraphy. It was much better than writing in the sandbox.

At this time, there were no patients coming to see the doctor, so he could concentrate on his studies. Qiu Wuhen asked Niu Shuitan: "Can you write your own name?"

The cow water tank shook his head.

"I'll teach you how to write your name first. I write it on paper and you follow it."

When Qiu Wuhen was about to start writing, he suddenly remembered something - he had never practiced calligraphy, so why had he forgotten this? The calligraphy was so ugly, wouldn't it be embarrassing to write it down? Even if he is so awesome

Shuitan doesn't know the characters, but he should be able to tell the quality of the characters. Even if he doesn't know the characters, he still has some sense of them. He can't make a big joke on the first day.

So, he picked up a handwritten medical book on the table and placed it in front of the cow water vat. This medical book was copied by the poor scholar Qiu Wuhen who brought his body back to life. It was written by a poor scholar, and the handwriting was quite good.

Qiu Wuhen said: "Here, this is the medical book I copied. It's in block letters, which is best for practicing writing and reading. And your father asked you to study medicine with me, so we'll start by copying the medical book. Don't worry about your name now.

.Today we learn to write the first line of characters, and I will teach you how to read them. Then you write one character ten times, and show it to me after you finish."

As he said that, Qiu Wuhen recited the line of characters once, and after he had memorized them all, he began to copy them, writing each character ten times, and correcting the incorrect stroke order one by one, but he just used his hands to write on the table.

I taught him how to write by scribbling, but I never showed him a writing brush. The excuse was of course to save paper.

Niu Shuitan didn't expect that he didn't use a brush to write just because his handwriting was too ugly. After all, he was born as a scholar and passed the imperial examination. This is just like a person who goes to a driving school would not doubt that the driving school instructor can't drive a car well.

Niu Shuitan honestly began to write, but of course the words were crooked and unorganized. Qiu Wuhen told him very rudely that he should practice more in the future, and he still had to maintain his dignity as a teacher.

While I was writing, Linghu Zhi came to the medicine shop jumping up and down.

She said to Qiu Wuhen: "Brother Qiu, the last case was solved!"

"Which case?" Qiu Wuhen didn't react for a moment.

"It's the case where the county clerk was killed and his body was dumped on the roadside outside the city three days later. The case where the county magistrate even beat the head catcher and the policemen until they were beaten to a pulp but still couldn't solve the case."

Only then did Qiu Wuhen remember it and said happily: "Yeah? It broke so quickly?"

"Yes, it's all your credit." Linghu Zhi said happily and raised her thumb, "My dad said that the idea you came up with last time was really brilliant. The county magistrate followed your ideas and

The fisherman's family among several suspects conducted a focused investigation and the case was solved."

"The fisherman confessed that at that time the deceased, the scribe, went to his house to buy fish. The scribe had some money with him. The fisherman took advantage of the wealth and stabbed the scribe to death with a knife. He took the money and valuables on him.

Everything was taken away, and the body was hidden in his house with fishing nets for three days, and then he was secretly transported out and dumped."

"The county magistrate asked Dian Shi to lead the arresters to search his house. They found the bloody fishing net, the copper coins that the scribe received at the time, and some valuable things on his body. Everyone got the stolen goods, so the fisherman lowered his head and confessed. The magistrate praised him.

My father's idea is a good one. But my father told the magistrate truthfully that it was your idea, and he even recommended you to the magistrate, saying that you are a scholar and cannot be buried in a mountain village."

Qiu Wuhen smiled and said: "It's nothing to be a mere scholar, just grab a lot of them."

"Who said that?" Linghu Zhi's eyes widened, "You can say this in the capital or in the south of the Yangtze River, but in our small county in the valley, scholars are just for fame and reputation, and rare things can live there! The county magistrate also said to my father, for scholars,

You must be like a brothel girl who doesn’t refuse anyone who comes.”

“-_-||……”

Qiu Wuhen looked at Linghu Zhi. She just used idioms randomly. Does she really understand the next sentence?

Linghu Zhi didn't feel it at all, and continued: "Although you are a foreigner, you are a member of the Su family when you marry into the Su family. The Su family's ancestral home is in our Yunduan County, so you have become a local scholar in our Yunduan County."

Yes, he is also the only scholar in our Mingshan Village. Hehe. My father said that the magistrate is very happy with his recommendation, so just wait for the good news."

"The relationship is good, so thank you dad."

"You're welcome! My father said that you and he are both talented people, and you are the same species and should help the evildoers."

"All right……"

Linghu Zhi waved her hand and skipped away.

Qiu Wuhen was very happy. If he could really have a stable job as a yamen clerk, he would at least be able to make a living without having to eat glutinous rice all day long.

After Linghu Zhi left, no one came until noon.

Finally, a villager came to see a doctor. He was working in the county town and sprained his foot. It was very serious. The bruise doctor in the city couldn't cure it and it was very expensive. So he returned to the village hoping to pack herbal medicine, so his old father and his neighbor gave him a sprain.

He came.

Qiu Wuhen now knew how to use the medicine gourd in his mind. He immediately asked them to carry the patient to the small bed and put him down. He walked over and took a look. After lifting up his trousers, he saw that the soles of his feet had been completely displaced.

It looked a little scary. He moved his hands, causing the villager to scream in pain.

At this moment, an X-ray photo of the sole of the foot appeared in Qiu Wuhen's mind. This surprised and delighted him. It turned out that this medicinal gourd was a combination of Chinese and Western medicine, and it could also be seen through X-ray, which was much better and made up for it.

This overcomes the shortcomings of traditional Chinese medicine in modern medical examinations. For this kind of bone setting, you must have an X-ray machine to see clearly, which is much more accurate than simply touching with your hands.

But although Qiu Wuhen had X-rays, he didn't know how to set bones. Orthopedics is very professional and requires specialized skills.

He could only hope that the medicine gourd in his head could help. Just like acupuncture, he had never learned it, so he did it with ease. It should be the same this time.

However, when he got into position and grabbed the patient's ankles and calves, he found that there was no movement at all from the Chinese medicine gourd in his brain. He couldn't help but become nervous, and quickly said to the medicine gourd in his mind: "I said brother gourd, why don't you

Help me set the bones? His ankle is dislocated."

The medicine gourd shook twice, and a few words came out: Apply anesthetic first, otherwise it will hurt to death.

Qiu Wuhen smiled, right? Bone setting is best done under anesthesia. He quickly asked: "But I don't have anesthetic in my hand! Can I use Chinese medicine to make anesthetic?"

The medicine gourd shows the writing:

Yes, Ma Fei Powder, decoction, used for local anesthesia and infiltration anesthesia, passed down from the miracle doctor Hua Tuo.
Chapter completed!