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

"Gluck cluck-"

Chickens from somewhere had already run out to look for food. Ding Xirui opened his eyes hazily and saw the morning light shining into the house through the window paper. He hurriedly woke up An Yumo and the others.

"Yumo, Xiaoqin, Banxia, ​​get up quickly."

"Hmm~ Is it dawn yet?" Several people struggled to sit up with sleepy eyes. Perhaps it was because they were too nervous yesterday, and they thought too much last night and didn't get enough sleep.

"Let me sleep a little longer, just for a little while." An Yumo said, and fell down again.

In the yard, the sound of running water could be heard. I guess the men had gotten up to wash.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle," Ding Xirui pushed her. "After breakfast and dividing the herbs, we have to get going." Ding Xirui said as he buttoned up his jacket, opened the door of the hut and walked out.

"Good morning, Doctor Ding~" Yuan Sansheng said while wiping his face.

"Good morning, Brother Yuan, are you feeling better?"

"It's fine. Doctor Lin has just checked your pulse."

"That's good. After dinner, take another dose of medicine."

The winter sun rose, and through the thin mist, the light fell into the water, and the reflection of the house in the basin was also stained with a layer of gold. Ding Xirui washed his face, went into the kitchen, poured the remaining rice into the pot, washed two handfuls of vegetables on the stove, and began to cook porridge. The smoke from the cooking mixed into the village, and the fragrance of rice filled the air, as if they were also an ordinary family in this Xiaoshi Village.

After breakfast, people came in one after another - Xiaoqiang had told them yesterday that they would come to get the herbs today. A long line formed in the yard. Lin Mingxuan spread out the book and distributed the herbs according to the list and medical records. The small yard became lively, like a market. The line was too long and stretched into the alley. The people waiting simply did Ba Duan Jin. Ding Xirui couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"Hey? Isn't that Mr. Zhang?" At the end of the team, Mr. Zhang's figure flashed by, but Ding Xirui still saw him.

She sighed, turned back to her room, took a bag of ginger slices and walked out of the yard. Passing through the people who were exercising, Ding Xirui nodded and smiled, and walked towards the street. As soon as he came out of the alley, he saw the old man of the Zhang family.

He was carrying a small bundle of firewood on his back, walking back and forth with his hands in his sleeves. When he looked up, he saw Ding Xirui staring at him blankly.

"Then..." The corners of his mouth twitched, and he turned and left.

"Mr. Zhang." Ding Xirui said, "What can I do for you? Zhang Cong caught a cold yesterday. Is he okay?"

The old man from the Zhang family stopped walking, turned his head and muttered, "It's okay, the doctor doesn't need to worry."

"Take this bag of ginger slices. It's cold in winter, and you can boil it in water to drink to ward off the cold." Ding Xirui said as he came to the old man from the Zhang family and stretched out his hand.

Old man Zhang didn't say anything, but his hands in his sleeves moved slightly.

"Here you go." Ding Xirui stuffed the medicine bag into his arm and turned into the alley without looking back.

"Thank you...thank you..." Although the old man from the Zhang family spoke in a low voice, Ding Xirui still heard it and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Doctor Ding," the head of the village came over, waving his hand, "I heard that you were looking for chicken gizzard lining two days ago. Do you still need it?"

"Of course." Ding Xirui smiled happily. She took the small cloth bag handed to her by the head of the village and opened it. There were five pieces of chicken gizzard lining, golden, thin and crispy, of excellent quality.

"Thank you so much, Lizhangbo."

"This is what my wife saved up. I'll be glad to use it if you can." The village head chuckled.

Ding Xirui was slightly stunned, then he took out his purse, grabbed ten copper coins, and handed them to the head of the village, "Please keep them and thank my aunt for me."

"Need not……"

Without waiting for the headman to refuse, Ding Xirui squeezed through the crowd, entered the courtyard, and walked into the kitchen.

"Yumo, don't put the pot away yet." She interrupted An Yumo and Xiaoqin who were sorting out kitchen supplies and shook the chicken gizzard lining in her hand.

"Young Madam, what are you going to do?" Banxia asked.

"Chicken's gizzard biscuits." Ding Xirui said, handing the small package to Banxia. "Crush it for me, the finer the better, until it becomes powder."

"Okay..." Banxia hesitated for a moment, and seeing Ding Xirui's hurried look, she didn't ask any more questions, picked up the round bowl and started processing the chicken's gizzard lining.

"Yumo, I remember we still have some flour. Don't take it away. Give it to me." Ding Xirui continued.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I just gave it to Aunt Li." An Yumo spread his hands.

"Ah? Hey!" Ding Xirui lowered his head, pouted slightly and looked towards the door. An Yumo took a few steps forward, grabbed her arm and shook it gently: "How about I go get it back?"

"Then thank you for your help... Do we have anything else? Let's change it." Ding Xirui blinked.

"Hmm..." An Yumo turned around and took out a very small bag, "There are still a dozen peppercorns here. I'll use this to exchange."

"Thank you for giving up." Ding Xirui pursed his lips.

"My favorite, I'll leave you in Xiaoshi Village~" An Yumo stroked the small bag and went out. Not long after, she came back with flour. Banxia had already ground the chicken gizzard into powder.

"What else do you need?" An Yumo asked.

“Are there any sesame seeds?”

"No."

"Then clean the pot and get ready for the fire."

"Okay." An Yumo pushed her. "You're such a fool. We're almost leaving, but you're still busy making chicken gizzard biscuits."

"Leave a few small snacks for the children to help digestion." Ding Xirui smiled, washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves and started to knead the dough. A bowl of flour, a pinch of chicken gizzard powder, and a little salt, knead it into a dough, roll it into long strips, and finally roll it into very thin small round cakes.

An Yumo had already heated up the pan. Ding Xirui put the pancakes in one by one, frying them until both sides were golden brown. The heat filled his face and a little sweat appeared on his face.

At some point, the kitchen door was surrounded by children.

"It smells so good." The leader was none other than the son of the Oishi family. The child had indigestion two days ago, and he had recovered after being diagnosed, but the Oishi couple did not dare to let him eat more. He had not eaten enough for breakfast, and his mouth was watering when he saw the pancakes.

"You can't eat anymore." Madam Dashi grabbed his arm.

"Sister-in-law, it's okay. Eating this chicken gizzard lining pancake will help digestion. It's okay to eat one piece." Ding Xirui smiled and handed half a pancake to his sister-in-law.

"Really?" The sister-in-law looked at the pancake with a skeptical look and did not give it to her son who was already drooling over it.

"Really, you believe me." Ding Xirui nodded, looking serious.

"it is good."

"Mom, give it to me." The child snatched the pancake, took a bite, and with a "crunch", a corner of the pancake broke and fell to the ground.

"So crisp." He was stunned.

"Kid, go slower and don't waste it." The sister-in-law bent down to pick up the broken corners on the ground, blew away the ashes, and put them into her mouth.

"Doctor Ding, it's really crispy." She nodded and touched her son's head.

"Doctor Ding, do we have it?" the other children asked, sniffing hard with their little noses, as if they wanted to inhale all the aroma from the kitchen into their stomachs.

"We have them all." An Yumo had already taken out the dried pancakes. "Line up and wait for your share. Don't rush."

"Okay." A dozen children quickly lined up in a small team, and from time to time they poked their heads out to look into the kitchen. Ding Xirui and An Yumo smiled at each other and shared the pancakes with them.

The sun was shining brightly, and the herbs had been distributed almost completely. The people in the hospital gradually said goodbye, and the people in the temporary clinic began to pack their luggage and get on the bus. After a while, footsteps were heard, and Ding Xirui looked back and saw that the villagers had come again. They were holding various things in their hands, and before Ding Xirui could ask anything, they had already started to explain one after another.

"Doctor Lin, this is a shoe insole I made when I had nothing to do. You practice medicine everywhere and walk a lot, I hope you don't mind."

"Doctor Aqing, thank you for decocting medicine every day. This mouth towel is for you. It is made of the cloth we spun ourselves. Please don't despise it."

"Doctor Ding, here is a small bag of fried rice. We gathered together. You can eat it on the way."

"I found a few bundles of clean straw. You can use them as padding in the carriage. The mountain road will be less uncomfortable if you use them as padding."

"Here are some new baskets, new and clean, for anything."

"I have some hay at home. It's useless to leave it there. Brother Chenpi, take it and feed it to the horses."

……

A large crowd of people, young and old, gathered around, and the flatbed cart was filled with the gifts they were delivering.