Chapter 609 Jingfu Soup (Part 1)
At the beginning of the garrison, Santang Shoucai Village was in Anyue City.
The sun sets early in winter, and it is already dusk during the garrison. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, mixed with little snowflakes. Lao Wang is wrapped in thick winter clothes, and his face is covered by a big hat and a coarse scarf. People noticed that the man huddled in the corner waiting was the old Wang from Yizhuang.
Many people have died in Anyuecheng recently, so the business of Shoucai Village is naturally good.
Old Wang sat quietly in the corner, watching the people in Shoucai Village busy with their business.
The sky got darker and darker, and finally, the last customer who came to buy wreaths and paper money also left, and the owner of Shoucai Village turned his attention to Lao Wang.
"Brother, what do you want to buy?" the boss asked leisurely.
"Three coffins, eight wreaths, ten stacks of paper money, and six paper figures - three pairs of boys and girls." Lao Wang's voice came out muffled from under the scarf.
Facing the incision, the owner of Shoucai Village narrowed his eyes and smiled: "No problem, brother, come with me to pick a coffin?"
"Let's go."
Lao Wang stood up and responded briefly.
The two of them got into the backyard of the shop one after another. The courtyard was filled with coffins of various sizes and made of different materials. The owner of Shoucai Village closed the courtyard door with his backhand and quickly locked it. , and sighed: "Do we have to deliver medicine again?"
"I don't care about that."
Old Wang responded in a sullen voice, took out a packet from his arms and wrapped it He handed over the medicinal materials: "I am only responsible for delivering the medicine."
The owner of the longevity shop shook his head, took the package of medicinal materials, and walked skillfully to a coffin: "Come on, help me."
Lao Wang stepped forward, and the two of them removed the heavy coffin lid together. Then the boss put his hand into the coffin and fiddled with it for a while, and soon opened a small mezzanine at the bottom of the coffin.
In the mezzanine, there are already two packages of wrapped medicinal materials.
The boss put Lao Wang's packet of medicine in, and before he could close the lid of the interlayer, a sound suddenly sounded in the courtyard.
“Is this all the medicine?”
The boss was so shocked that he almost jumped up. He turned around suddenly and saw a man with a long face appearing next to Lao Wang. young man wearing dirty stone.
Of course this person is Fu Qingzhou.
On his way to Santang Shoucai Village, he also passed by the Anyue City Yamen...
He saw the Yamen that had been surrounded layer by layer, and also saw the defenders. After rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the yamen, I saw a group of people who were tied up.
I also saw Ning Wushu.
When Fu Qingzhou passed by, Ning Wushu was sitting leisurely outside the yamen gate, leaning on the stone lion, gnawing on a burrito he got from nowhere.
Naturally, she also noticed Fu Qingzhou. When their eyes met, they both had smiles in their eyes.
However, Fu Qingzhou did not communicate with her and did not need to communicate.
She was busy dealing with matters in the yamen, so naturally she couldn't catch up with Lao Wang, so she went by herself.
“What are you looking at?”
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows at the owner of Shoucai Village: “Let me ask you, is this all the medicine?”
The boss hadn't reacted yet and was a little confused - his confusion mainly came from Lao Wang's reaction.
Lao Wang was very calm at this time, with his head lowered expressionlessly, as if he was not surprised by the appearance of the young people around him.
"Who is this?"
The boss was a little undecided and asked tentatively: "One of our own?"
"Of course." Fu Qingzhou responded with a smile. .
He was too lazy to perform, but since the other party thought he was in a group, he simply climbed along the pole, and his smile immediately cast a shadow: "Didn't you hear the noise?"
As he said , he raised a finger and pointed to the other end of the courtyard wall.
About two or three miles away, the noise from the Yamen was faintly heard. It was not real, but the shouts of some people and the sound of soldiers rubbing against each other could still be heard vaguely. The owner of Shoucai Village was startled: "What?"
"The Yamen is surrounded."
Fu Qingzhou sneered: "Prefect Yang has been exposed."
"What?!" The boss of Shoucai Village was shocked.
But before he had time to ask or do anything, Fu Qingzhou smiled and waved his hands: "Little problems, small problems, Master Yuanzhao can solve them - but now the refugee camp is also being targeted, and the law It was inconvenient for Tuo to make the medicine by himself, so he asked me to come over and make the medicine first."
The boss of Shou Cai Zhuang looked at Lao Wang in surprise.
Old Wang pursed his lips and glanced at Fu Qingzhou: "I don't know much about these things either."
"It's okay if you don't know."
Fu Qingzhou said lazily, but he already strode forward and took out the medicinal materials from the coffin: "Stop talking nonsense, Fatuo has no medicine, we must Refining the medicine quickly, as long as we can come up with more medicine to cure the epidemic, no one can do anything to us."
After that, he waved his hand and said: "Don't be stunned, you kitchen. Can it be used? Also, do you have a clay pot or a clay pot? Hurry up and get me some.” Confused.
He wandered into other rooms in the backyard and quickly brought out a casserole.
At this time, Fu Qingzhou had spread all the wrapped medicinal materials on the ground and quickly picked out a few of them.
Old Wang on the side was also a little confused at this time.
As he said earlier, he has been a doctor for a long time, and he actually has a rough idea of which medicines in the prescription are useful and which are not.
He saw clearly that what Fu Qingzhou picked out was clearly useful!
And looking at Fu Qingzhou carefully weighing the ingredients of the drugs, it seems that he is also very clear about their dosage?
When did he know the prescription?
Of course Fu Qingzhou has memorized the prescription.
After the casserole was brought, he immediately started decoction.
He had watched half of the process when Fatuo was refining the medicine, and he had already obtained the prescription. He already had an idea of how to make the medicine.
Why make medicine now?
Of course, it was to confirm whether the prescription given by Fa Tuo was authentic.
"The fire should not be too high at this stage... After the medicinal soup turns golden brown, add the next few herbs..."
"After the medicinal soup turns yellow, start to use high heat to reduce the juice..."< br>
As time passed, the changes in the medicinal soup were consistent with those described in the prescription, and Fu Qingzhou gradually let go of his heart.
But until the last second when he took the medicine, he was not completely sure whether the prescription was authentic.
The boss of Shoucai Village stood aside, watching the medicinal soup gradually take shape, the distrust and doubts on his face gradually disappeared.
Also, apart from the real core figures among the distressed monks, who else can master the prescription and refine the "misfortune nectar"?
Finally, as Fu Qingzhou squeezed five Bodhisattva fruits that he had snatched from Fa Tuo and dripped the juice into the medicine soup, the medicine soup suddenly boiled like crazy.
After the big boil, only a thin layer of crystal soup and black medicinal residue remained in the casserole.
Fu Qingzhou smiled, took a small spoon and scooped some out. After blowing it to cool down, he poured it directly into his mouth.
When Fatuo used nectar to treat diseases, he used his hand to brush the acupuncture points forward. After he explained, he was actually secretly applying some anesthetic...
Drinking this Jingfu soup directly will cause your body to suffer huge damage. First, take some anesthetic to get rid of the pain. First, the other person will become dizzy and particularly obedient. Second, of course, after taking the medicine, he will not feel particularly uncomfortable.
However, Fu Qingzhou is not afraid of this and has no time to pour anesthetic.
What he needs right now is to confirm as quickly as possible whether this prescription is real and whether it can really cure visceral stone disease.
After entering the medicinal soup, within a moment, a burning sensation rose from every inch of flesh and blood in his body!
(End of this chapter)