After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

On the way back, Ding Xirui held the ashes in his hand, his mind full of thoughts.

"Young Madam, the headman's attitude is really bad." Banxia complained.

"That's right. I really want to go up and punch him." Nan Xing said while driving.

"Nanxing, you controlled your temper today, very good." Ding Xirui said.

"Young Madam, I really don't want to be in control." There was no one on the road, so Nanxing shouted.

"I feel angry too. His family members are not sick, but he just refuses to listen. He is so stubborn," said Xiaoqiang.

Ding Xirui sighed and said:

"Well, the village head has plenty of food, so of course he's in good health. He can't understand the poor people in the village who have nothing to eat."

Ding Xirui lifted the car curtain and looked at the village that was getting farther and farther away. The tile-roofed house of the village chief looked so out of place among the thatched houses.

At noon, Ah Sheng took them to knock on the door, but the village head did not believe Ding Xirui, let alone believe that there was anything wrong with the lime water. It was not until Ding Xirui inadvertently mentioned Jimin Hall that he relented and agreed to them.

Although Doctor Zhang is old, Jimin Hall's reputation remains.

When they returned to Lan County, it was already dusk. Xiaoqiang returned to the clinic, while Ding Xirui and the other two went straight home.

As they walked into the alley, a thick smoke wafted in and choked the two people in the carriage.

"Hey, who's burning a fire? Why is there so much smoke?" Ding Xirui asked.

Banxia lifted the car curtain and looked out.

"Madam, this is our home!" she shouted.

"Nanxing, hurry up."

Several people jumped off the carriage and pushed open the gate. The yard was already filled with smoke.

"Young Master!" Nanxing shouted.

"I'm here."

There were a few coughs from the kitchen.

Ding Xirui ran over and saw Lin Mingxuan covered in sweat and his face was black and gray.

"I'm trying to make a fire, but it won't start," he said.

Ding Xirui squatted down and looked into the furnace. Hey, there were several solid pieces of hard wood in there, neatly stacked. How could they possibly burn?

"Go out and wash your face first." Ding Xirui was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and pulled him aside.

"Young Master, what feast are you preparing?" Nan Xing bit her lip, trying hard not to laugh. Banxia lowered her head, covered her mouth, and went to help Ding Xirui.

"Is it that scary?"

Lin Mingxuan coughed and walked to the well. In the dim light, he saw his gray face.

"It's quite difficult to make a fire." He scratched his head.

"come here."

"Master, the young mistress is calling you."

Lin Mingxuan shook the water off his hands, wiped his face, and walked back in.

"Look, this is how you make a fire."

Ding Xirui dragged out the hard wood, and Banxia picked up a shovel and covered it with a layer of ash.

"First light the firewood, then add smaller and thinner branches on top of the firewood. After the branches are burned, add thicker wood, and do this little by little, step by step. Another very important point is that the firewood in the stove must be 'messy', leaving enough gaps so that the air below can flow in and the firewood can burn more vigorously. It is just as the saying goes, 'the body is full and the fire is weak'." Ding Xirui said as he gestured.

"Yeah." Looking at the bright furnace cavity, Lin Mingxuan nodded.

The smoke from the kitchen gradually dissipated, and the yard returned to normal. The two stoves started working at the same time, and dinner was ready soon.

"How is it? Have you found the problem?" Lin Mingxuan asked while serving rice.

"Yeah." Ding Xirui took the bowl and nodded.

"Young Master, you have no idea why." Nanxing said.

"Is it so mysterious?"

"I don't think it's mysterious, but rather peculiar," said Banxia.

"It's because of the ash of the weeds." Ding Xirui revealed the answer.

"Did they add the ashes of rush grass into the rice?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

"Correct."

Ding Xirui explained the functions of pampas grass ash in detail.

Nanxing rolled his eyes:

"Young Madam, the same thing can sometimes harm people and sometimes save them. It's really amazing."

"Yes, things themselves are neither good nor bad, it depends on how people use them. Nanxing, you have made great progress this time."

Ding Xirui said this and picked up some food for him.

Nanxing's face flushed. At the "Wen Xiang Xia Ma" Inn in Qizhou City, when the waiter Lao Mi accidentally ate moldy corn and got poisoned, the young man said "Why is corn so bad?" Now he has learned to think.

Lin Mingxuan was silent for a moment, then said:

"Ultimately, it's all because of poverty."

"Yes." Ding Xirui nodded, and the rice in the bowl suddenly lost its fragrance.

Banxia's eyes turned red and she said:

"There are very few farmlands in Lan County, and there are mountains everywhere. We have to pay rent and taxes, and we are lucky enough not to run out of food."

"Hey." Ding Xirui patted her back gently.

This girl suffered from hunger when she was young and then encountered a famine. She was the only one left in her family. Every time she mentioned Lan County, she couldn't help but cry.

"Banxia, ​​besides rice, does Lan County grow anything else?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

Banxia thought for a moment and replied:

"Some people plant fruit trees on the lower hills, and if there is flat land, they plant some wheat. When I came back two years ago, I saw people planting sweet potatoes and tea leaves. At that time, there were very few plants. I don't know how it is now."

"When I was driving the carriage today, I saw only rice in the fields, some orange trees on the hills, and some vegetable fields. I didn't notice anything else." Nanxing said.

Ding Xirui watched the three people discuss without saying anything. Will they be able to come up with a solution?

"corn!"

After a moment, the three of them shouted at the same time.

Ding Xirui put down his bowl and started clapping.

"Come to think of it, this place looks similar to the mountainous areas of Luonan and Luoxi. Since corn can be grown there, it can be grown here as well." Banxia's words were full of excitement.

"Yes, if corn can be introduced, the people in the village will have enough food to eat." Lin Mingxuan raised his voice.

"The ashes from the grass can still be used." Nanxing smiled.

"Hahahahaha."

Ding Xirui chewed the rice and felt the taste return.

"Corn, sweet potatoes, yams and pumpkins can all be grown," she said.

"Pumpkin?" The three of them were a little confused.

"Yes, I saw some at the market last fall, but there were very few. However, if you think of a way, you can always buy seeds. Now that the road is open, the crops from the fields will be brought in soon."

"That's great." Banxia looked out the window, her eyes full of longing.

"Tomorrow, I will ask Brother Shen or Doctor Zhang for help, and ask them to take us to the county government office to see the county magistrate." Lin Mingxuan said.

"Yeah." Ding Xirui nodded.

The diseases caused by poverty can only be cured by facing and defeating poverty.

At this time, Li Xingjian, the magistrate of Lan County, had just come out of the rice field. When the lawyer brought him a handkerchief, he did not take it. He grabbed the grass by the roadside and wiped the mud off his feet bit by bit.