what!Ginseng is refined!

I don't know when it will snow again, and it's gloomy outside.

Chu Wenjing got up early in the morning and wanted to go to the kitchen to boil hot water for cooking, but found that the door couldn't be opened.It took some effort to open the door.

The snow has been drifting, and the roof, yard, and door are covered with thick snow.

The wind blew in from the door, and Chu Wenjing shivered from the cold. He quickly closed the door, and went to check whether the windows were closed properly, making sure that the ginseng and mushrooms would not be frozen.

The windows were closed tightly, Chu Wenjing was relieved.Gathering up the winter clothes on his body, he looked down at the ginseng a few more times.

The leaves of ginseng are still green, and there are many leaves, two of which are stretched out of the flowerpot, and have already reached the flowerpot of the mushroom.

It must be a dream.Chu asked Jing Xin, maybe there really are legends about mountain spirits and goblins, but there is no one who can turn into a human.Besides, he remembered that he looked out once in his dream, and the snow stopped later, but judging from the current formation outside, it must have been falling all night, and it never stopped at all, otherwise the door would not have been blocked.

Chu Wenjing touched the leaves of ginseng, and then turned back and forth to look at the flower pot of ginseng. The flower pot seemed to be a bit small, and it was a bit wronged to put ginseng in it.He can't tell how old this ginseng is. Counting the leaves seems to be different every time, but it is at least decades old[Note].

There is no way to get the clear spring today. After dinner, I will replace you with a big flowerpot first, put a bucket of snow in it and water it for you when it melts, and then go up the mountain to fetch water after the snow melts.

Chu Wenjing put the flower pot back, and then stared at the mushrooms in the big flower pot. In the dream, the ginseng took good care of the mushrooms, and they had to protect the mushrooms airtightly before opening the window.

Thinking of dozens of leaves popping up from the boy's wrist in an instant, Chu Wenjing was even more sure that it was a dream, but how could all mountain spirits and goblins not know the plants that grow in the mountains, forests and soil, and how could they be the same as he used to be? , They all mistook the mushroom raised by the masters for Ganoderma lucidum.

It's just that the dream was too real.Chu Wenjing walked out the door. He remembered that Master Qizi learned dream interpretation from Master Ziheng. After a while, Master Qizi woke up and asked Master why he had such a dream.

Chu Wenjing boiled water, cooked rice, and swept out two paths in the yard, and the old doctor woke up leisurely.

After eating, the old doctor yawned and opened the door of the clinic. In the snowy weather, there were hardly any people outside.I looked through the notepad again, and no one came to pick up the medicine in the past two days, so I simply hung a rest sign outside the door, and quit today.

After closing the medical hall, the old doctor wanted to go back to sleep. When he came out from the back door of the medical hall, he heard the sound of the apprentice washing dishes in the kitchen next door, and then he saw that the apprentice had actually cleared the courtyard into two lanes. He was really virtuous and capable, so he Going back to sleep like this seems a little unreasonable.

So the old doctor went back to the clinic again, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his arms, and then closed the clinic with peace of mind, and stood under the eaves to talk to his apprentice, "After washing the dishes, clean the snow off the roof, This old house is gone, don't be crushed by the snow."

Chu Wenjing acted quickly, and by the time the old doctor came out of the clinic, he had already cleaned up the kitchen.

When the old doctor was talking, he closed the kitchen door and stood under the eaves, following Master to look up at the snow on the roof.

The old doctor said: "I lived in this house when I was a child. I came back once more than ten years ago. At that time, I couldn't live in it. It was your Master Ziheng who spent money and asked the villagers to repair it. Maybe it will be returned in the future. Will be back."

"It's been four months since I've been back, so fast~" The old doctor stretched out his hand and rubbed Chu Wenjing's head, "Come over here when you're done with work, and I'll give you something."

It was getting colder and colder outside. After the old doctor finished speaking, he shrank his neck, hugged his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and went back to the house along the path swept by the apprentice.

After the old doctor entered the room and closed the door, Chu Wenjing started to move.

There is a small warehouse next to the medical hall, in which there are medicinal materials that cannot fit in the medicine cabinet in front of it. They are all collected by Chu Wenjing on the mountain in summer and autumn, and some people in the village have picked them and sent them over.

Behind the warehouse door, there is a flowerpot, which is the same size as a mushroom flowerpot, which can be used to replace ginseng.

Chu Wenjing took a shovel and put it in a big flowerpot, took it back to the house, and brought out a bucket, picked up the untrodden upper layer of snow in the yard, made a bucket, and brought it back to the house.

Everything is ready, there is still half a pot of soil.

The room is warm, and the wooden barrel is next to the stove. The snow melts quickly, but it still takes a while.

Chu Wenjing went out of the yard first, holding a big broom in both hands, and sweeping the snow off the roof with his feet.The roof is sloped, and the snow will slowly press down. With the help of a large broom, it is relatively easy to sweep.

At this time, a snowball suddenly appeared from the courtyard next door, and landed on the ground a foot away from Chu Wenjing.Chu Wenjing stopped what he was doing, and heard laughter from the neighbor next door. An eight/nine-year-old child sat on his brother's shoulder, and a head protruded from the courtyard wall. Seeing Chu Wenjing, Shouted: "Brother Chu, look at the trick!" A snowball was thrown over again, and this time it hit the bull's-eye - the snowball hit the people and scattered, and a lot of snow went into Chu Wenjing's neck, sticking to the warm His skin was cut open again, Chu Wenjing shrank his neck from the cold, put down the broom, grabbed a handful of snow, squeezed it, and threw it over. Naturally, he missed, but scared the child back.

The voice of the boy's brother came from the courtyard wall, "The snow stopped in the afternoon, let's have a snowball fight with watermelons and potatoes."

Chu Wenjing couldn't make a sound, Zhengchou didn't know how to answer, the old doctor kicked open the door, his voice was loud, "Wenjing has to copy the pharmacopoeia in the afternoon, so he can't go out."

Unsurprisingly, a child's disappointed sigh came from the other side of the courtyard wall.

The old doctor shouted: "Why is the little hairy boy sighing?"

"Brother Chu is so busy every day, it's hard for him to rest in the clinic today, and you still don't let him come out to play."

The old doctor smiled, and replied: "You brother Chu has not mastered your medical skills. When you have learned well, let him play with you in Kaichun."

"What did you say?" The child couldn't believe it.

The old doctor: "It's what I said, let's play again in spring, and be careful not to get cold in winter."

"understood."

The two children from the neighbor’s house left contentedly. There was no more sound from the courtyard wall. The old doctor went to the courtyard and patted the snow on Chu Wenjing’s back. gone."

Chu Wenjing nodded, told the old doctor to go back first, and continued cleaning by himself. After getting the snow off the roof, he re-swept the path in the yard. When he passed the window of his house, he remembered the boy he dreamed of last night.

"...The boy was wearing black clothes, with loose hair, and said he was the one in the flowerpot..."

Chu asked Jing to write a word, and the old doctor just read a word. When he saw the flower pot, he lost his patience and interrupted the apprentice's writing, "He said he was a mushroom in a flower pot?"

Chu Wenjing shook his head and gestured for the shape of ginseng.

The old doctor stroked his beard, "When did you bring back ginseng? Why can't I remember?"

Chu Wenjing gestured to him, it was the last time they went to Mount Heng together.The old doctor seemed to remember it, but he didn't seem to remember it. He was only thinking for a while, and suddenly he slapped the table and laughed loudly: "I see, apprentice."

"You are having a spring dream."

Chu asked Jing: "..."

"Oh, it's my fault too. I didn't notice that you are so old." The old doctor took a sip of hot tea, "I just didn't expect you to dream of a boy. Don't be shy. Every young man has this experience. There is always a boy in the house." Put on hot water so I can wake up in the morning and do my laundry..."

Chu Wenjing stood up suddenly, he didn't know if he was frozen outside or because he was shy, his ears were still red, and when he stood up, he was about to go outside, but the old doctor grabbed his sleeves.

"Boss, why are you shy? Every teenager has such a day in their growth process...Okay, okay, I won't talk about it, you can make me a pot of tea again, my paper is almost out, you can take it back later I wrote it, I woke up in the afternoon to check."

The old doctor let go of Chu Wenjing's sleeve, Chu Wenjing really didn't run away, but his ears were still red.

Chu asked Jing to make tea, and made a foot stove for the old doctor and put it at the end of the bed, so that the old doctor could warm his feet when he took a nap.

The old doctor finished handing out the paper in a fluttering manner, and took out the seal to stamp it. After stamping the seal, he admired the paper he had produced, and said to his apprentice: "The test is closed. You can't read the book. If you can't get a full score in the test, you can slap your palm."

Chu Wenjing took the papers and went back to his own room, added firewood to the stove, and the room became warmer, and then prepared to change flower pots for ginseng.

He first poured two poisonous mushrooms into a flower pot, so that the soil in a small flower pot could be emptied for people to use as ginseng.

Last night, I didn't dream about what kind of soil the boy said he wanted, and besides, it was snowing heavily outside, so for the time being, I would use the soil in the flower pot to drink wine.

Chu Wenjing took a shovel and shoveled out the soil and ginseng from the ginseng flowerpot, and put them in a large flowerpot that was no longer cold after being baked by the fire, and then put the soil in another empty small flowerpot. The soil was loosened with a shovel, spread in a large flower pot and pressed tightly, which was regarded as temporarily changing the ginseng to a looser place to stay.

After finishing all this, Chu Wenjing put the tools and empty flower pots on the ground back into the warehouse, cleaned up the soil that was spilled on the ground, and then moved the ginseng back to the table in front of the window. The wind leaked in through the window and blew him in. He shrank his neck slightly, and carried the ginseng flower pot to his desk and put it there.

The desk is next to the bed and closer to the stove, so it will not be too cold and warmer.

Most importantly, stay away from windows.