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The clothes are covered with falling catkins, and the brook is gurgling with beautiful flowers.

Guangguang and his mother were arranged to stay in the village's clinic, where Xiaoxia and several other ladies took turns looking after them day and night, so no major problems would occur.

Sun Simiao had no place to live temporarily, so he stayed in the manor at Li Yin's invitation.

At this time he had not yet realized that he would not be able to leave for the rest of his life.

The next day, the weather was fine.

After washing up, Sun Simiao came to the village canteen with his health regimen.

"Mr. Sun, did you sleep well last night?" Li Yin was drinking millet and mung bean porridge. She was tired yesterday and it was a busy summer day. Drinking some mung bean porridge was good for the spleen and stomach.

The side dish is smashed cucumber with more garlic and vinegar, and there are options of pickled eggplant strips and stir-fried bean sprouts. The staple food is small steamed buns and lightly salted flower rolls.

"Sleep till dawn." Sun Simiao said with a smile, and poured a bowl of millet porridge: "Does the food in the village depend on the weather?"

Sun Simiao saw at a glance the particularities of eating and the principles of health preservation, and he naturally mastered them.

In summer and winter, there are different ways to eat three meals a day. You can't just eat whatever you want.

When the weather is hot, it is not advisable to eat high-salt and high-fat foods in the morning.

At this time, people have just woken up and all parts of the body are still in a state of fatigue. If they are suddenly stimulated, they will inevitably feel tired.

But in the winter morning, when the human body wakes up quickly, it is suitable to eat some warm food.

"That's true. Summer rain, winter frost, strong wind and scorching sun are all different." Li Yin asked, "Did Divine Doctor Sun live in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain some time ago?"

"I was tired, so I just found a place to stay." Sun Simiao replied. Many people knew that he was in Mount Zhongnan. After all, there would always be people who went up the mountain to seek medical treatment.

"I saw a medical book some time ago called the Barefoot Doctor's Manual. Does the owner of the manor know about it?" Sun Simiao stared at Li Yin. He now seriously suspected that this manual was written by the owner of the manor Li and was named after him.

"Cough, cough..."

Li Yin didn't expect that the day when Sun Simiao would question her face to face would come so early: "Mr. Sun, don't talk while eating or sleeping. Look how easy it is for us to choke when we talk while eating!"

After saying that, Li Yin ate her meal quickly.

"..."Sun Simiao, I don't blame you. Why are you so panicked?

After they finished eating, they began to discuss medical skills.

"When I was young, I thought the art of alchemy was all nonsense, but later I found that some elixirs can really save people and cure diseases, so I devoted myself to studying the art of alchemy."

Historical records show that Dr. Sun was obsessed with alchemy in his later years and even invented gunpowder. From what he said, it turns out that he was still exploring the way of medicine.

"Mr. Sun, have you ever thought that this is another medical system?" What would happen if Sun Simiao was asked to learn Western medicine?

"Tell me about it." Sun Simiao also became interested.

When he first read the barefoot doctor's manual, he vaguely felt that something was different, as if there was another huge pharmaceutical system vaguely unfolding before him.

"There is a kind of medicine that does not use plants to treat people, but uses various elements..."

For seven consecutive days, Li Yin and Sun Simiao did not leave the house.

……

Jiannan Road.

The temperature has been rising day by day, and the scorching sun is burning the earth. People are afraid that the crops in the fields will be ruined, so they rush to fetch water to irrigate the fields early every day.

The county magistrate and his runners walked into a village.

"Is Zhang Da here?" This time they came at noon. The previous two times they came when it was cooler and everyone went out to water the fields.

A group of people were waiting at the door, and after a while, the old woman inside opened the door.

"Who are you?" The old woman opened the door a crack and looked outside vigilantly.

"I am the magistrate of this county, my last name is Du." Du Kuan smiled kindly and showed his ID card to the old woman.

His Majesty was warned in person this time that he must get his attitude right. If he makes the people resentful, his tenure as an official will be over.

"Oh, Du Ming Mansion." The old woman opened the door and said, "Please come in."

"No, no, I just came here to tell you that your husband and eldest son have not yet served in the army. The higher-ups have issued a conscription order for them to serve."

The old woman said nothing and just stared at Du Kuan.

She looked up at the sun in the sky again and gave a stiff smile: "Du Mingfu, don't joke with me. How can anyone stand such a strong sun?"

Du Kuan said nothing, this was not a joke.

"Aunt, I'll go tell the other men first. You guys pack up and gather at the village entrance at 11:00 am tomorrow."

"Oh, no need to bring food."

After saying this, Du Mingfu led the yamen runners to the next house.

He glanced at the dozen or so yamen runners behind him and felt a lot more at ease, at least he would not be beaten.

The look in that old lady's eyes just now seemed as if she wanted to tear him to pieces.

After visiting dozens of households, Du Kuan led the yamen runners to the next village without stopping.

The next morning, every household lit oil lamps.

Some people cursed loudly, while others cried quietly.

"Don't use too much force." The old woman was making pancakes for her old man and eldest son, and reminded them.

"You have to learn to act like you're working hard. It's so hot out there, and you still have to dig that damn well. It's just going to be exhausting!"

"Hmph, you bastard." The old woman was so angry that she flipped the kang cake with a snapping sound.

"Okay, stop talking." The old man buttoned his shirt. He had to wear long sleeves today, one to prevent infection, and the other to block the sun.

"If people outside hear this, it will be a big trouble."

"Hey……"

Taking the dry biscuits, the old man and his eldest son went out together.

The sky was just beginning to turn blue, and a ray of white light was hidden on the other side of the mountain.

At the entrance of the village, young and old men who had not yet served gathered and chatted. Although no one said abusive words, their tone was inexplicably violent.

Soon, four yamen runners driving ox carts came from a distance.

The sound of jingling copper bells came from far away. The old man saw the leading yamen runner take out a handful of food from the cloth bag at the cow's neck and stuff it into the old cow's mouth.

Then, the pleasant sound of "Moo! Moo~" was heard one after another.

"These cows live a more comfortable life than humans." The old man took a look and then turned to tell his eldest son what to pay attention to.

His eldest son was in his first year of military service, so he lacked some skills to slack off.

"Just watch me do it, and then you can learn from me. Be smart, okay?"

“Got it.” The boy nodded obediently. He heard that in the previous dynasty, some people in the village died in the service. It was terrible!

"The man of your cousin's sister is on duty there. If you really can't stand it, tell me and I'll ask someone to find you a less busy job. Got it?"

The old man silently counted the money he had at home and thought it should be enough to smooth over the relationship.

"I understand." The boy nodded, his legs couldn't help but tremble. Why did it sound so scary?

The old man was about to say something when he saw an ox cart approaching and he shut up in time.

"Is everyone here?" The leading bailiff looked at the head of the village.

"Everyone is here." The village head looked at the four majestic yamen runners and secretly took out two taels of silver from his sleeve.

Then he used his body to block it, trying to stuff it into his sleeves.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The bailiff took a look and realized that this was not okay!

Some people can accept money, but some cannot. The money given by ordinary people is like a death warrant.

If you are discovered, you will lose your head!

"Go, go, go, go, take it, take it." The bailiff hurriedly refused and did not dare to touch it.