Don't worry about traveling through time, she has an all-powerful senior sister to help her

The bellows only requires several boards in total, including handles, rods, wind plates, hanging boards to seal the air inlets and outlets, wind duck boxes, second-layer bottom plates, etc.

It is best to use mostly the same type of wood for these.

Fortunately, the thin boards collected earlier had been sorted according to different wood materials by the Xia father and son when unloading the truck.

The seven or eight teenagers were novices. Even if they were not required to sort the boards and were only asked to saw them into the required size according to the ink lines on the boards, they might not be able to saw out neat edges.

So Shen Lingzhu arranged five or six teenagers to do some auxiliary chores, such as polishing the prepared pull handle rods, carving out several small bamboo nails, cutting out small hanging boards, cleaning chicken feathers, and sewing them on the windboards.

The other two are responsible for transporting the finished materials to various locations.

Of course, the process of drawing ink lines is done exclusively by the eldest brother and Xia Wang, two semi-experienced hands.

My uncles and aunts are good at technical work such as sawing boards, and my uncle has arranged for them to specialize in sawing large and small wooden boards.

Speaking of this, I have to praise Mr. Chi. He has a complete range of supporting tools, including several saws of different sizes.

Shen Lingzhu only needed to divide it more finely and let the three people focus on sawing out the front and back boards, upper and lower boards, and small hanging boards, etc.

As for the mortise and tenon joints and wind duckbill on the front and back panels, which require more professional skills, my uncle made them himself.

The final bellows were assembled by her, a half-disabled person, in collaboration with Shen Songzhu and Xia Xing. Of course, the most she did was to paint the finished product with tung oil red paint.

Although it is only a slight adjustment compared to before, the speed is indeed much faster.

Shen Huai was relieved to see that she had arranged everything in an orderly manner. "Xiao Zhuzi, there is an important matter that needs to be handled."

"What's the matter?" Shen Lingzhu stopped brushing the oil and saw that his uncle's eyes were fixed on the kitchen.

She said, “I’ll chop the vegetables and steam the rice later, and then my second sister will come back and cook.

I don’t know how she is doing in Qixingguan.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a child came running outside the gate and shouted, "Brother Songzhu, Eighth Aunt is here to visit relatives, and Grandma wants you to go back."

……

Of course, Shen Miaozhu learned very easily. Xuan Lingzi specially arranged for Zhiyuan to take her to the pharmacy. Things like identifying Chinese herbal medicines were easy for her.

But she had to pretend that she didn't understand much, and the Taoist priest took out some medicines with similar properties to teach her.

Zhiyuan found that her memory was extremely good. After teaching her three or four times, he would shuffle the medicines and put them in a place for her to choose, and she would basically not make a mistake.

Since he learns quickly, Zhiyuan might as well teach him a few more things.

During the break, he quickly found Xuan Lingzi who was copying things and said, "Master, the little girl from the Shen family is really talented. She can learn things after just a few times of listening.

But if you're willing to let her learn to make medicinal food, you must be interested in more than just her talent and the small rent from her family's land."

Although Qixing Temple has many thin fields on the hillside, it also has 30 acres of paddy fields rented out on the riverbank. If they are frugal, it can barely support the dozen or so people in the temple for a year.

In the past, Taoist temples would not easily teach people health-preserving medicinal foods. After all, medicinal foods could be transformed by people and become deadly poisons.

“It is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide timely assistance.

In the future, when you leave the temple and travel around, and your master passes away, the Seven Stars Temple will be left without support. How can you, your younger brothers and sisters, and the kitchen teacher, support it?

Do you rely on the occasional supplies you and your two uncles send back?" Xuan Lingzi showed his hand, which was covered in age spots.

Zhiyuan felt inexplicably sad when he saw this, and he knelt in front of the bed and said: "Master, you will live a long life.

There are ginseng and ganoderma lucidum in the warehouse..."

"Life span is determined by fate; no one can truly be immortal.

For those of us who practice Taoism, ascending to heaven is commonplace." Xuan Lingzi was disappointed. The disciple he had personally raised was unwilling to stay after all.

"Go ahead, lead your fellow junior brothers and sisters to prepare all the medicinal materials for Fifteen's medical consultation." After saying that, he continued to organize and proofread the medical records he had seen over the years.

Zhiyuan quietly left the room and seemed absent-minded when he taught Shen Miaozhu again.

The latter looked at the aunt who was constantly wiping her sweat in the corridor of the pharmacy, and wanted to make her some vegetarian food to relieve the heat, so he said: "Master, why don't we go to the kitchen and ask Master Xuancheng, who is in charge of the meals, to make some simple medicinal food.

I will…”

"You want to run before you even learn to walk?" Zhi Yuan blurted out, attracting the attention of his two junior brothers and sisters beside him.

The pharmacy was silent for a moment. Outside, Mrs. Hu noticed something was wrong and looked over. Shen Miaozhu was afraid that she would worry, so she quickly smiled and said, "It's just that the disciple was impatient."

Zhiyuan also felt that he had lost his composure and nodded along the stairs, "Well, although the health-preserving medicinal diet is not a decoction, it has the effect of both food and medicine. Anyone who uses this method cannot expect instant results.

The one who cooks it should have patience and proceed step by step."

"Yes." Shen Miaozhu was determined to speed up her learning process. She could memorize the characteristics and uses of the medicinal materials after reading them once or twice.

By the time she said goodbye at noon, she had already accurately memorized one-fifth of the medicines in the entire pharmacy, which amazed Zhiyuan's fellow junior brothers and sisters.

Even though the senior brother said that they might forget most of it if they came back in five days, they were still convinced.

However, she was not satisfied with this, as it was too slow, so she asked Xuan Lingji to read the medical books again, and then she saw the medical case studies he was compiling.

After Xuan Lingzi lent her a copy of the Shennong Illustrated Manual, Shen Miaozhu said, "I see the Taoist priest is transcribing medical records. I wonder if I would be honored to assist you?"

Xuan Lingzi smiled and said, "Young layman, I appreciate your kindness."

Just as she was feeling disappointed, she heard another sentence: "It seems your uncle is not happy that the young laywoman is following the path of a female doctor."

She asked, "What if my uncle agrees?"

"Of course I won't object. After this medical record note is revised, it must be printed and circulated." Xuan Lingzi was willing to have more people read his notes so that his life's hard work would not be wasted.

Shen Miaozhu bowed solemnly: "May you be blessed with infinite blessings, Taoist priest, you truly care about the people." Many top medical skills in ancient times were lost because people kept them to themselves. Doctors like the Medical Saint who are willing to spread what they have learned throughout their lives to the world are worthy of respect.

Compared with the Taoist priest in front of her, she is more utilitarian.

But the reality did not allow her to not consider the gains and losses. For example, when she returned home at noon and faced her junior sister taking credit for steaming the rice, she opened the lid of the pot and saw a whole tray full of rice.

"Senior Sister, this rice smells so good." Shen Lingzhu felt that the rice steamed today was just the right hardness and softness, and it was her most successful steaming ever.

Shen Miaozhu glanced at her sideways, walked to the grain jar and opened it to look, "Shen Lingzhu, you want white rice today, are you going to make white noodles tomorrow?"

"Sister, do you want to eat noodles? But I don't know how to roll them." Shen Lingzhu, who was washing onions, paused and realized belatedly that her sister was calling her by her full name.

Seeing that her senior sister's face was not looking good, she asked, "What...what happened?"

Shen Miaozhu waved for her to come over and take a look: "Rice, after we finish this jar of rice, we have to spend money to buy more.

Let me ask you, how much income does your family have now? Even if the bellows sell well, how much will be distributed?"

Shen Lingzhu understood that the family couldn't always accept food sent by others, as it was more expensive than buying it. She said, "This is just the first time. I will be more careful with my money in the future.

Otherwise, we can cook the remaining rice for my aunt. My uncle will come in the afternoon. Otherwise, we can go to the market and buy some broken rice or brown rice.

"It's just hard at this stage, it will get better later." Shen Miaozhu rubbed her head, "Okay, let's cook."

The conversation between the two sisters happened to be overheard by the woman who called them. She pouted and walked in slowly: "Miaozhu, Lingzhu, Eighth Aunt is here to help you cook."