90s: Koi beauty reborn and became rich

"What's your name?" Yi Congxin asked.

The boy's expression was a little stiff.

“…Xin Yu.”

He did not say his current name, but used the name he used when he was a child, which was his mother's surname - Xin Yu.

After all, he was being chased and fell into the ravine. He was worried that if his identity was exposed, he might face life-and-death danger again.

Yi Congxin wanted to ask something else, but Xin Yu was obviously unwilling to say anything more.

The old man seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, and he began to mutter inexplicably, "Xin... Yu... Xin... Xin..."

It is better to follow your heart when seeing the situation and call it bad.

Finished!

The old man is about to get sick again.

She quickly let go of Xin Yu, ran to the old man, and began to recite "Qian Jin Fang".

She has figured out a pattern these days. As long as she recites ancient medical prescriptions or classical pharmacopoeia to the old man, his emotions can remain stable.

But today, it was as if he had encountered a ghost. The word "Xin" seemed to be stuck in the old man's mouth and he couldn't stop.

The old man curled up into a ball, kneeling on the ground and trembling, muttering vaguely, "My surname is Xin, and I am guilty."

Yi Cong's heart was tightly twisted together. It took more than half an hour of reciting "Qian Jin Fang" before the old man slowly came out of his shaky and panic-stricken state and recovered.

She was busy trying to comfort the old man, but her doubts kept growing. How could the old man's movements and state seem like...

In that era that is too painful to recall, in that tragic historical story, many people became crazy and miserable.

Yi Congxin didn't dare to ask more questions. Seeing that the old man gradually calmed down and no longer looked so scary, her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled down.

She didn't even dare to confirm whether the old man's surname was really "Xin". It was the same surname as the young man?

She helped the old man back to the haystack and sat down. After thinking for a moment, she turned to the stunned Xin Yu and said coldly:

"You've seen that Grandpa is not in good health, both physically and mentally. Don't mention your last name in front of him from now on. Just call yourself Ayu, no matter who asks."

She had finally managed to calm the old man's mental state. Was it possible that this kid and the old man were incompatible? How could he have irritated the old man like this as soon as he showed up?

Yi Congxin's tone was no longer gentle.

Xin Yu's expression also looked a little uncomfortable.

After all, the old man was his savior. He felt quite guilty when the old man became like that after hearing his name.

However, the old man looked too much like his grandfather who had passed away many years ago... He was really unwilling and unhappy if he was not allowed to confirm it.

He has lost his biological mother, and the situation on his father's side is hard to describe. If the old man is really his grandfather, he must recognize him.

But he also saw with his own eyes what the old man looked like when he was sick, and it was so scary.

Xin Yu was silent for a long time and finally nodded.

Yi Cong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The survival of both she and the old man was already in question. If the boy they rescued turned out to be ignorant, or even... if he had any other bad intentions, it would be better to drive him away now.

She didn't want to be like a "farmer saving a snake" and end up being bitten by the snake of unknown origin.

There are rarely people in the mountains behind this place. No one will come to rescue you no matter how hard you try!

She had to think more.

Yi Congxin sized the young man up coldly and said warily, "There's porridge in the pot. If you're hungry, go get some. Remember, you must never mess with my grandpa again! Also, heal your wounds and leave."

She gave a warning and ignored Xin Yu. She picked up her herbal medicine tools and went to dig herbs.

It was not enough to sell only one kind of processed Polygonatum to Zheng Ji. A few days ago, she saw a large piece of "Clematis chinensis", also known as "Tiger's Whiskers". This herb looks ordinary, but once it is prepared with rice wine, it can become a good medicine for dispelling wind and dampness, unblocking meridians and relieving pain.

She bought two jars of rice wine when she went up the mountain yesterday. It takes a long time to make Polygonatum odoratum from the wine, and she is afraid that it will be difficult to sell it before the summer vacation. After the Smilax glabra is made, she plans to dig some Dendrobium.

Dendrobium made into wine can also be sold at a good price.

By the time she came back with a basket of Clematis root, it was already dark.

The old man was staring at the basket of Polygonatum in a daze. Xin Yu was lying quietly in the house recuperating from his injuries. It seemed that he really did not provoke the old man in the afternoon.

Yi Congxin glanced into the pot and found it was empty.

It is true that "the little brat eats the old man out of money", Xin Yu is even more greedy than her younger brother in her previous life.

She fetched a bucket of stream water and prepared dinner while chatting with the old man: "Grandpa, I want to make this Polygonatum with rice wine and then sell it. What do you think?"

Yi Congxin didn't expect the old man to answer.

She only knew that talking to the old man more about medical prescriptions and herbs would help stabilize his mental state. By the way, getting him to move his mouth more would keep his brain clear and make him less likely to develop problems like Alzheimer's disease.

The old man paused, thought for a moment, slowly picked up a piece of Polygonatum, and began to quietly clean the roots on it.

After Yi Congxin put the rice into the pot, he looked up and saw the old man's increasingly skilled movements, which made him feel moved.

The old man's movements clearly showed that he was an expert.

Yi Congxin stared at the old man's technique for a while, put down the spatula in his hand, and walked towards him.

"Grandpa, when making Polygonatum odoratum with wine, should we slice it first or put the whole root into the wine?" she asked tentatively.

These days, Yi Congxin felt more and more clearly that there seemed to be two parallel lines in the old man's mind.

Medicine is one of them, which is clear and not interfered with by the outside world; while personal life experience is another, the memory is chaotic and seems to have suffered great trauma.

The old man didn't think twice and said, "Put the whole thing in, let it simmer until moist, and then steam it."

In fact, it is not wrong to slice the root first or soak the whole root, but soaking the whole root can maximize the protection of the active ingredients of the drug from loss.

Of course, it will inevitably be more labor-intensive and time-consuming.

The method the old man described is the kind of approach that only pharmaceutical experts who are very particular and pay attention to details would choose.

"What kind of wine is generally used to steam Polygonatum?" Yi Congxin's eyes lit up and he asked.

"Shaoxing Huang, the best is from Dongpu, Yuecheng, and it's five years old with water from Jianhu Lake as the base." The old man's eyes became clearer.

Yi Cong was shocked at heart, and the more he listened, the more surprised he became. He didn't dare to interrupt the old man.

The old man's knowledge is truly extraordinary.

Without even raising his eyelids, he continued, "Shaoxing Huangjing has five varieties: Yuanhong, Huadiao, Shanniang, Fenggang, and Xiangxue. Shanniang is the most suitable for making Huangjing, as the Huangjing it produces has the most balanced taste and medicinal properties."

Yi Congxin's eyes widened before he finished listening.

In addition to the closeness and admiration, she also felt a little more admiration for the old man.

She originally thought that the old man just liked to listen to medical classics and had some knowledge of herbal medicine. She never expected that the old man was an expert among experts.

It is obvious that he has a family background in learning, and he is definitely not an ordinary person!

But...how did he become like this?

In his previous life, Yi Congxin lived with his grandparents for many years, and he had a kind of admiration for the old man of the same age as his grandfather.

Over the past few days, she has treated the old man as her own grandfather.

At this moment, she couldn't help feeling sad and distressed, and her nose was already sore.

She tried hard to suppress the urge to cry and secretly made up her mind:

When summer vacation is over, I will take the old man down the mountain with me so that he won't have to live a lonely and desolate life there anymore. I will also find the best hospital to cure his delirium completely so that his condition won't fluctuate.

"Grandpa, would you like to make medicine with me?" After being lost in thought for a while, Yi Congxin rubbed his eyes, wiped away the moisture from his eyes, and asked softly.

"Making... medicine?"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened up, and then fell into confusion again, as if he was struggling, or looking for long-lost memories.