The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Wen Qingcheng didn't want to expose the fact that she was a time traveler, otherwise not only would others not believe her, they would also think that she was possessed by a demon, which would bring her a lot of trouble.

Wen Qingcheng coughed tactically and said, "It's my father. He has a lot of books. He taught me to read when I was a child, so I often read his books. Among them are medical books and books on medicinal materials. There are pictures on them, so I recognize them."

"Does your father have any medical books?" Ye Xiuying had never heard that her husband actually read medical books, but her husband did buy quite a few books.

Her husband only had two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes all year round. She remembered that the shoes had holes poked by his toes. She gave him 10 cents and asked him to go to the town to buy a new pair. But he came back with two books, still wearing the same worn-out shoes. When she asked him, she found out that he had used the money for shoes to buy books.

Although Wen Laoer had a lot of books, Ye Xiuying could not recognize the words, so she naturally did not know the contents of the books. She agreed with Wen Qingcheng's words and did not ask any more questions.

The next morning, Wen Qingcheng took the medicine and felt that speaking was not so difficult, although her voice was still a little hoarse. She also fed Ye Xiuying the medicine, and started to give her acupuncture after she fell asleep. After everything was over, Wen Qingcheng asked Zicheng to stay at home with his mother, and she and Chuyi took a bullock cart to the county.

Wen Qingcheng learned from the original owner's memory that the Great Qi Dynasty was a major exporter of medicinal materials, and Qinghe County where they were located was also the largest producer of medicinal materials after Dadu. Various medicinal material shops and pharmacy workshops were flourishing everywhere, and they would definitely have no trouble selling their ginseng with such good quality.

The ox cart swayed for an hour. If I hadn't been pressing the Neiguan acupoint, I would have gotten carsick and vomited.

When she arrived at the county, Wen Qingcheng randomly asked a passerby where there was a clinic. After asking around, she finally found a large clinic.

It’s not that the roads in the county are complicated, but Wen Qingcheng is really a bit road-challenged and has no sense of direction. In her previous life, she relied on navigation when going out, so she has never had the habit of memorizing the way.

Wen Qingcheng looked up and saw a black plaque with green characters hanging high on the door of the clinic, with the three words "Lian Ji Tang" inscribed on it.

As soon as she entered the house, she smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine. This smell reminded her of the days when she was interning at the Chinese Patent Medicine Research Institute after she graduated in her previous life. At that time, the zombie virus had not yet broken out. It was a short and peaceful life. She only dealt with Chinese medicine every day and did not need to communicate with people. If she had the conditions in the future, she would also like to open a pharmaceutical workshop, which is very suitable for people like her.

As soon as I walked in, the manager of the clinic came up to me and asked whether it was a first visit or a follow-up visit.

"I have a piece of wild ginseng in my hand."

As soon as Wen Qingcheng opened her mouth, the manager knew that this was another person who came to sell medicinal herbs. Their family had cooperation with several fixed medicinal herb stores, and they had fixed suppliers for both fresh and processed sliced ​​herbs. As for the medicinal herbs dug by some ordinary people themselves, everyone spoke highly of them, but in fact, there were not many that were worth their attention.

The steward's attitude faded a bit, and he waved his hand to call the medicine boy. "Shan Yao, go to the inner hall and ask Doctor Wang if he needs wild ginseng?"

The medicine boy named Shan Yao entered the inner hall and came out soon. With him came a tall and fat middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, who was very gentle and refined. I guess he was the Doctor Wang mentioned by the steward.

"Let me take a look at the goods."

Wen Qingcheng handed the wild ginseng to him. Doctor Wang looked it up and down, pinched off a ginseng root, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then nodded slightly.

"Where did you find this wild ginseng?"

"It was dug from the deep mountains. In short... it was not easy." Wen Qingcheng said.

"If you have any in the future, just send it to me. Although this ginseng is not big, it is not bad. Here, I will take four taels of silver."

Wen Qingcheng actually didn't know much about the prices of commodities in this era, so she pretended to think for a few seconds and said, "Doctor Wang, the medicinal effect of good quality wild ginseng is more than ten times that of ordinary ginseng, and wild ginseng is hard to come by."

Doctor Wang looked up at the thin girl in front of him. She was dressed in coarse cloth and had a hoarse and low voice. She must be a peasant girl from the mountains, but surprisingly she was very knowledgeable.

"It's not easy for you to come all the way from the mountains. I'll add another 500 coins. If you can, I'll stay. If not, you can go somewhere else."

When the manager heard that she had to pay more, he glanced at Doctor Wang. This clinic had Doctor Wang's investment, and he was just a manager hired by the clinic. Doctor Wang had more say, so he wanted to say something but couldn't, and stopped himself.

Doctor Wang had his own considerations. Many wives and daughters of wealthy families were weak in health, and they would ask them to prescribe some longevity tonic medicine every quarter. If this wild ginseng was made into pills and sold, its value could more than quintuple.

"You are also a straightforward person, so I won't say much. Take the five taels of silver." Wen Qingcheng sighed and said, "To be honest, I have a seriously ill mother at home, and I will need to get medicine from you often in the future."

"Okay, then five taels of silver. I know it's not easy for you." Doctor Wang immediately asked the manager to take the money from the account for Wen Qingcheng.

"By the way, what disease did you say your mother had?"

"Ruyan." Wen Qingcheng gave a brief account of Ye Xiuying's illness.

"Breast...breast cancer?! And it's in the late stage." A complicated look emerged on Doctor Wang's face, and he felt a little sympathetic for the little girl in front of him who was about to lose her mother.

"Here is the prescription. Please help me prepare all the medicine." Wen Qingcheng took out the prescription that she had written at home.

Doctor Wang took the prescription and looked at it and asked, "Who wrote this?" Doctor Wang muttered, his brows furrowed as if he could pinch a mosquito to death.

Wen Qingcheng blushed slightly. How could she forget that the writing habits of the Great Qi Dynasty were different from those of her previous life. The Great Qi Dynasty wrote vertically from right to left, while Wen Qingcheng wrote horizontally from left to right. Although the fonts were almost the same, Wen Qingcheng's Arabic numerals all over the paper, as well as the gram weight marked on the back, really stumped Doctor Wang.

"My wife wrote it."

Chuyi, who had been silent and looking around curiously, suddenly jumped out and said proudly.

Wen Qingcheng coughed tactically, reached out to take the prescription and said, "I'll read it, you help me catch it."

Wen Qingcheng silently calculated in her mind. The measurement of traditional Chinese medicine here is based on coins. One coin is roughly equal to 3.2 grams in her previous life.

"Artificial bezoar 3 qian, processed milk melon and sea dragon 5 qian each, astragalus, trillium, citron, and three immortals 10 qian each, selfheal, notoginseng powder, Polygonum multiflorum, coix seed, Viola yedoensis, and Curcuma 20 qian..."

The medicine boy quickly gathered all the medicines, and Doctor Wang was checking the prepared herbs to see if there were any incompatibilities. After reading it, he looked up at Wen Qingcheng in surprise.

"Who prescribed this?"

"This is a prescription that has been passed down in our family. We just found it." Wen Qingcheng said casually. She couldn't tell him that this was a prescription that cured countless cancer and tumor patients in her previous life.

It is impossible to verify who exactly came up with this prescription. It is said that a long time ago there was a cancer patient who tried the ancient prescription little by little and came up with a proven recipe by adding and subtracting ingredients.

It has been made into different dosage forms and has saved countless cancer patients. As long as it is this dialectical type of breast cancer, the cure rate of this prescription is as high as 70%.

"This prescription is wonderful. Is it a complete prescription?" Doctor Wang asked anxiously.