Qiu Tingxuan sorted out the paper and said, "Thank you for your hard work these days. I'll go back to rest for a long time. If there is any more, I'll send someone to notify you."

The man in gray stood up and said, "How dare you work for the young master?" He bowed his hand and left the study.

Qiu Tingxuan sat for a while and sorted out his thoughts before getting up and leaving the house to meet his father. Qiu Wenpu, the mountain owner of Xiantong Academy, did not live in the academy, but in an independent courtyard behind the academy. Qiu Tingxuan walked around the pond, walked out of the backyard door, and came to the small courtyard where Qiu Wenpu lived.

There was a jujube tree planted in the yard. An old servant squatted under the tree, and a small stove was placed in front of him. There was a fire in the stove, and he was boiling medicine.

Qiu Tingxuan was stunned, walked forward, leaned down, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Cai, why did you take the medicine? Didn't my father say that the little wind and cold are irrelevant?"

The old servant was named Qiu Cai, who was with Qiu Wenpu for many years. He always looked like a family. He looked up at Qiu Tingxuan and said, "Brother Xuan, you don't study in the academy, why do you come here to do? Well, the master's illness is not serious, but it is always bad, and it is also uncomfortable. So he prescribed Guizhi Decoction and asked me to decoct it with a dose. It will be cured soon."

Qiu Tingxuan said oh, he didn't rush into the house, stood under the tree and watched the old servant decoct medicine, and whispered: "It's better tonic medicine than tonic food, and it's better tonic food than tonic. My father has never liked to take medicine, but today I asked Uncle Cai to decoct medicine. It seems that the cold wind is a bit heavier."

"I'm old and can't stand it anymore. I have no major illnesses, but my minor problems keep!" Uncle Cai said softly.

Qiu Tingxuan sighed and stopped talking, afraid that Qiu Wenpu in the room would hear it. After a while, the Guizhi Soup was ready to be boiled. He poured out a bowl with his own hands and blew it. When the temperature of the medicine soup could be put into the mouth, he then carried it into the room.

Qiu Wenpu's room was somewhat similar to Wang Ping'an's, and it was filled with booklets, but Qiu Shanzhu had more books, and rows of bookshelves contained 50,000 or 60,000 books, and many of them were hand-copied and very precious.

There was a platform in the middle of the room, with a bed placed horizontally on the platform, and a huge desk in front of the bed was not much smaller than the bed. Qiu Wenpu sat behind the desk, closing his eyes to rest.

Qiu Wenpu was over 70 years old, but his hair and beard were not even a single white, and his face was less wrinkles. Just looking at his appearance, he was a few years younger than Wang Youcai. When Qiu Wenpu was young, he wore a blue shirt and traveled all over the world. He wanted to join the court and serve the country, but he did not catch up with the good times when he was young. At that time, the clan was high and there was no such thing as a vocational examination. He had no way to serve the country.

When Emperor Wen of Sui opened the imperial examination and won the imperial examination, Qiu Wenpu entered Beijing to take the exam and successfully passed the imperial examination, but he left Daxing City on the day the results were released. Daxing City of the Sui Dynasty was Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty. He turned back to Xuzhou, established the sects, and founded Xiantong Academy. He figured it out that because of his hard work as an official, it was better to teach and educate people. In the future, he would have many talents and gained his reputation, which was much better than being an official.

After so many years of establishment of the academy, he taught many students to be officials in the court, and after becoming officials, he would repay him as a teacher. Therefore, although Qiu Wenpu could not be rich enough to compete with a country, he was rich and wealthy. Although he had no official position, he said one thing, and all his disciples worked hard. Qiu Wenpu lived freely and gained both fame and fortune. At that time, countless people laughed at him for abandoning his official position and not being stupid. But now, those who laughed at him are not as good as others. Whoever laughed at him will make him bored!

Qiu Tingxuan called softly: "Father, Guizhi Decoction is ready and you can take it!" He lowered his head and glanced at the desk of the book, and saw a book spread out on it, which was the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" written by Zhang Zhongjing. The page of the book was opened was Guizhi Decoction.

Qiu Tingxuan thought to himself: "Although I told others that my father was proficient in medical skills and that although it was my son's praise for his father, my father had indeed studied many medical books. It was just a small wind and cold. How could my father not cure it? But why do you need to check books and read prescriptions? Could it be that the current wind and cold are special and make my father embarrassed?"

Qiu Wenpu nodded and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that his son was coming, he didn't say anything. He took the medicine bowl and drank the medicine. Qiu Tingxuan took clean water to rinse his mouth.

Qiu Wenpu wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and asked, "Xuan'er, I'll give you a question for my father. If the imperial court wants to clear the canal, how many years will it take for you to do it? If you want to use this as a guide, how long will it take for you to do it?"

Qiu Tingxuan knew in his heart that his father had received the news. Since he could figure it out, his father could figure it out even more. He replied: "How many years will the prince take to ascend the throne, how many years will the canal be cleared, and how many years will the son's policy and arguments be done!"

Qiu Wenpu murang for a while, and asked again: "Then do you have to read those books before the scientific examination?"

Qiu Tingxuan said: "Agriculture, forestry, fishery and animal husbandry, land taxation!"

"Okay, as long as Xuan'er understands it. When my father was enlightening you, he told me the secret of the scientific examination. More than twenty years have passed, do you still remember it?"

Qiu Tingxuan knelt in front of his father and replied, "On the day of enlightenment, my father taught me seven words in total. After Qiu Tingxuan, he figured out the four words in the above meaning. The son was young and ignorant, and he didn't understand the meaning at that time, but now he fully understood!"

Qiu Wenpu nodded and said, "Just remember. To be a good official, you must be an official first. After becoming an official, you must be a high-ranking official. Only by understanding the superior intention can you become a high-ranking official. The higher the position, the heavier the power, the more things you can do for the people, so that you can be a good official!"

Qiu Tingxuan listened quietly to his father. After a long time, he suddenly said, "The father-like master's words are right, but the son is afraid that he will lose his nature after he has been thinking about his superiors for a long time. He gradually no longer cares about the people, but only cares about his official position and wealth."

It was a long time later that Qiu Wenpu sighed: "Everything is easier said than done. How many people in the world can not be moved by fame and fortune? If there is really one day, you will learn to be your father and go home to teach."

"I'm afraid my son won't be able to make the decision of my father back then..." Qiu Tingxuan refers to the fact that his father resolutely gave up his career.

Suddenly, Qiu Tingxuan saw the bleeding from Qiu Wenpu's nose. He was so scared that he shivered and shouted: "My father, you have bleeding from your nose!"

Wuli Village. Wang Ping'an closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on an old man's wrist with wrinkles on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Have you been urinating poorly recently? Come on, let me press your waist."

The old man said, "What did Young Master Wang say?" He raised his arm and asked Wang Ping'an to press his waist. When he pressed it to the left, he grinned his teeth and said, "It hurts, it hurts here!"

Wang Ping'an pressed again and said, "Pee is urine. I asked if it is not smooth when you pee?"

The old man said, "It turns out that urinating is to pee. Yes, I have blood in my urination recently, and there seems to be something blocking."

"How does it hurt on the waist? Is it hurt like being stabbed by a needle or being twisted by a rope? Well, think of yourself as a wheel on the well, and the rope is wrapped tightly, does it feel like this?" Wang Ping'an said this more vividly.

The old man reached out and pressed his waist, saying, "It doesn't hurt like a needle, it hurts all over this piece. What does a wheel feel like? I don't know!"

Wang Ping'an nodded: "Open your mouth and let me see. How do you feel in your mouth?" Suddenly, he thought in his mind that the old man might not be able to answer such a question, and said, "What does it taste like?"

"It's bitter, I always feel bitter in my mouth." The old man's answer was accurate this time.

Wang Ping'an saw that the old man's tongue coating was yellow and greasy, and his tongue was extremely red. He thought for a while and said, "Your pulse is slippery and rapid, and then... this way, do you have any urine? Go and urinate, and then bring it to me to see.

The old man felt embarrassed and said, "Young Master Wang, you are a noble man. Look at the old man's urine, that's too..."

"It's nothing, you have to understand the cause of your disease! Go." Wang Ping'an was kind and always kept smiling. He understood that his attitude would affect the patient's psychology. The quality of his attitude was related to the minimum professional ethics of a doctor. Although he did not hang his pot and did not charge the patient's medical fees, he had to do whatever a doctor should do.

As soon as the old man left the seat, a middle-aged man snatched it and said, "Doctor Ping An, yesterday, I cooked the medicine you prescribed for my wife. I only took one dose and the disease was cured today!" He raised a basket in his hand, filled with eggs, and said, "Doctor Ping An, you can keep these eggs for you!"

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Snow pear rabbit meat soup

Recipe: 500 grams of rabbit meat, 400 grams of pear, and 15 grams of front leaves.

Preparation method: Squeeze the pear juice, fry the cheon leaves and take 100 ml of juice. After the rabbit meat is cooked, add pear juice, cook the cheon juice and agar together. After making a soup, put it in the refrigerator and eat the fashion plate and pour the juice.

Efficacy: Clears heat and eliminates phlegm, promotes dampness and loses weight.
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