I opened a medical clinic in ancient times

Chapter 25 Cooking Porridge

Xue Qingling accepted the bet with her mother.

He stood in front of the familiar medical hall. There were quite a few servants passing through the medical hall. Some were cleaning with brooms, some were carrying buckets and wiping the counters with rags. Steward He gave instructions beside him, guiding them to clean the counters. The hospital was restored to its original state.

Xue Qingling picked up a plaque, asked Xiao Jia to hold on to the ladder, climbed up by herself, and hung the plaque on the door.

Standing on the ladder, he fumbled for the writing on the horizontal plaque with his fingers:

——Rejuvenation Hall.

This is a new plaque that Xue Qingling asked someone to make. The plaque of Ji'an Hall was taken down by Liu Yuzhi before. When Xue Qingling cleaned up the medical hall, he didn't ask his mother to come back, but got a new one.

Xue Qingling fixedly looked at the three words on the plaque.

Doctors rejuvenate and save lives, but can this medical center also rejuvenate?

"Young Master Ling'er, come down quickly." The little scorpion at the bottom always felt flustered seeing his young master standing on a high place.

Xue Qingling stood on it and nodded lightly, then slowly got down from the ladder, and Xiao Jia quickly asked someone to move the ladder away.

He walked into the medical hall, the previously messy medical hall was almost cleaned up, the clean medicinal materials were repacked into the medicine cabinet, and the long-lasting medicinal fragrance in the air surrounded him, Xue Qingling closed his eyes, deeply He took a deep breath of the familiar medicinal fragrance.

His mother, Liu Yuzhi, came down from the sedan chair at this time, holding a handkerchief, striding like the wind, striding across the threshold, while walking in, she was still chattering: "Oh, Huichuntang, this is a name change... "

Why is there still dust here? Clean it up, and don't miss your young master's business."

"Also, Manager He, tell them, all the wages for working in this medical center will be asked for by your young master Qingling."

Liu Yuzhi walked to the counter, picked up an abacus, and clicked He kept fiddling fast, and yelled mercilessly: "Come on, what is the matter, come and settle the score for your young master." "

This house is mine, and this land deed is also mine. I have to Let's do the math, how much is the rent for a month..." "

There are also this batch of medicinal materials, which are the best newly prepared batches of medicinal materials, and this row of bottles and cans... Do the math, and do the math." Forget it, how much is it..."

"By the way, the money from the signboard just now seems to be from me?"... "

...

How much does our little Linger owe mother in total?" Liu Yuzhi took the abacus, Pretentiously hitting her a few times, rubbing the center of her brow lightly, she seemed to be very distressed, "Oh, children are debts, mother will give you a half discount, three hundred taels of silver, forget it..." Liu Yuzhi made people grind her ink

, He quickly wrote down an IOU, walked up to Xue Qingling with a smile on his face, took his youngest son's hand, and pressed a red handprint on it.

"In the future, remember to pay the rent every month, and the wages of the servants must be earned. It is not easy for them to come out to ask for a living. Don't lose their monthly money. Linger, don't blame your mother for being cruel, she is still very kind to you. Okay, here, here are five taels of silver, mother will lend it to you first." "

Okay, mother has something to leave, you take good care of the medical clinic, if you really can't hold on, come and give mother a soft hand."

Liu Yuzhi left, and Xue Qingling, who stayed where she was, held the IOU and five taels of silver in her hand, and her clear and shallow phoenix eyes became more and more determined.

The next day, he took Xiao Guan and personally invited two doctors to sit in the clinic. Although the two doctors were mediocre, the clinic was opened anyway. Who knew that on the third day, the two doctors They all came to Xue Qingling to ask for resignation.

"I'm really sorry, young master, I have something to do at home, so I really can't stay in the hospital..." "

I'm sorry too..."

Xue Qingling was anxious, and couldn't stop, the two doctors were behind their backs My portable medicine box slipped away as soon as I smeared oil on my feet.

Afterwards, he found a few doctors with good medical skills, but no matter who he found, he would work in the clinic for a day or two, and then immediately asked Xue Qingling to resign. In the end, none of the doctors were willing to stay in Huichuntang to practice medicine.

"Ma'am, I've sent someone to send away all the doctors newly recruited by the young master."

Liu Yuzhi nodded in satisfaction, took a sip of the tea, and praised: "This year's spring tea is very good."

Her family's stubborn youngest son probably won't last three months.

With a victor's smile on the corner of Liu Yuzhi's mouth, she asked the maid to comb her hair and arrange a beautiful bun, and went to play cards with the ladies from the rouge shop next door.

"By the way, let's inquire about which family's young master, who looks good and is talented..."

There is no doctor in the medical clinic, and he can't even see a doctor during the day, but Xue Qingling insists on opening the door of the medical clinic every day, but even When the medical clinic opened, when a patient came, he had no choice but to persuade the patient to go to another medical clinic for treatment.

However, some ointments and pills made by Xue Qingling himself are of high quality, and they are very effective in relieving chronic diseases such as trauma, bruises, and rheumatic asthma. The medical center still has some business every day.

But most of the time it is clear and cold.

During the day, Xue Qingling would sit on the bench and read medical books, especially the handwritten medical records that Pei Shu had left for him. Holding the bright red tassel, he could read those medical records for a long time. Sometimes he also pounded medicine, concocted medicinal materials, steamed and boiled medicine with medicine jars, and prepared some ointments and pills.

After the ointment and pills were finished, he held the flute in his arms and stared at the small stove in a daze. He could be dazed for a long time, and then he went to find someone to get a big casserole and came back and started cooking porridge.

The flames in the stove were burning brightly, and the water in the casserole kept boiling and tumbling. Xue Qingling held the soup spoon and turned it one by one. As the ingredients inside were tumbling, an extremely strong smell began to spread in the medical hall. open.

He held the flute in one hand, and the spoon in the other, and he just subconsciously fiddled with it with his right hand. His whole mind was wandering and he continued to be in a daze.

Xiao Gua was originally sitting outside embroidering purses, but the scent kept coming out from the decoction place in the medical hall, making him dizzy for a while, feeling weak all over, hungry in his stomach, gurgling, gurgling, and bursting The scream made him unable to hold the needle steady anymore.

Passers-by outside accidentally suffered disaster, and they couldn't help rubbing their noses as they passed by, "What is this cooked? Why is it so fragrant?" "Where does the

aroma come from?"

"It's so fragrant!"

"It seems to be From... Huh, Huichun Hall? Why does it feel like a medical clinic?"

Xiao

Jia couldn't help it anymore, put down the things in his hands, and walked towards the backyard, leaning against the door, just in time to see his young master Putting peach blossom honey in the porridge...it's going to die, it's even more fragrant, and Xiao Jia rubbed her stomach, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

This sweet smell is the most tortured punishment.

After Xue Qingling cooked a pot of eight-treasure porridge, she took out a bowl and put it aside to dry. She didn't eat it herself, but propped her chin with her hands, put the flute next to the porridge bowl, and stared at the bowl fixedly. Congee was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

This hurts the little genus next to it.

Xiaojiao held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and begged his son Linger without tears: "My lord, can Xiaojiao have a bowl of porridge?

" After waking up, he glanced at Xiaojiao, and said softly: "Little Jia, if you want to eat, you can eat."

After speaking, Xue Qingling held his face again, and continued to stare at the bowl of porridge on the table in a daze.

He stared at the bowl of porridge, but his mind had drifted to nowhere. He was thinking... that person should have arrived in Yangchuan, right? Are you sitting in a porridge shop drinking porridge now?

Yang Chuan's porridge bowl is said to be very small... Maybe he will have to change several porridge shops... Thinking of

this, Xue Qingling smiled a little, and his beautiful eyes turned into two small crescents.

After laughing, I suddenly returned to reality.

No one tasted the steaming steaming bowl of eight-treasure porridge in front of him.

The smile on Xue Qingling's face was suppressed, feeling uncomfortable.

The little scorpion next to him couldn't care so much, he hurriedly scooped himself a bowl of porridge, admiring his son Ling'er infinitely in his heart, for such a bowl of sweet and rich porridge... he was indifferent!

What endurance!

Holding the porridge in his hand, Xiao Geng ran out non-stop. He didn't dare to stay beside the pot of porridge, for fear that he would not be able to restrain himself and would swallow the whole pot of porridge.

It's so fragrant!

Xiao Geng ran to the counter outside with the bowl of eight-treasure porridge in his hand, scooped it up a few times with a spoon, and put the porridge directly into his mouth without even caring about blowing it to cool it down.

As soon as the fragrant sweet porridge entered his lips and tongue, he felt a burst of delicious sweetness melt in his whole mouth. Xiao Jia really couldn't describe how wonderful the taste of this porridge was. He only knew that it was the best he had ever eaten in his life. Eat porridge.

This bowl of eight-treasure porridge is extremely fragrant, and it is thick and beautiful. The color of the soup is bright and beautiful. There are more than ten kinds of ingredients in it, such as red dates, barley, red beans, lotus seeds, etc. These beautiful little things are boiled delicate and soft. The taste of the belt is perfectly integrated in this bowl of porridge, not to mention the sweetness like peach blossom honey, the sweet and sweet sugar is the finishing touch of this bowl of porridge.

That kind of sweetness, seems to have an unspeakable feeling, it is easy to leave at the touch, swallow a mouthful of porridge, and the sweetness dissipates, it will bring an extremely strong sense of reluctance to your lips and tongue, tempting you to taste the first one right away Two mouthfuls.

Xiaojiao took one bite after another, and couldn't stop at all. He wanted to taste it carefully, but his hands and his lips made him unable to control it.

He finally scooped up the second bowl with the cheek to scoop it up. Fortunately, Mr. Ling'er was still in a daze and ignored him.

While he was eating porridge while hiding at the counter, several passers-by had already walked into the medical hall, asking where he bought the porridge in his hand.

"Little brother, do you sell porridge here?"

"Do you sell porridge?"

"Can you give me a taste of the porridge in your hand? Just one..."

Xiaojiao

: "..."

After all, this pot of porridge was still sold in the medical hall. After all, his son boiled a big pot of porridge, and the family couldn't finish it.

The passers-by who had tasted the porridge couldn't forget it and couldn't bear to leave, and asked if there was any porridge for sale; those who hadn't tasted it were also fascinated, and kept asking when the porridge would be sold next time.

Xiao Jia wastes the boss's effort to send these difficult guests away.

This is a medical clinic, what kind of porridge are they here to buy?

"However, my son's porridge is really good."

After that, Xue Qingling also cooked porridge, but he cooked porridge entirely according to his mood. When he was in the mood, he would cook a pot of porridge, put a large bowl on the table and stare at it by himself. I was in a daze, and let the people in the medical center help me sell the rest.

Therefore, it is not easy to think of the guests who eat this porridge. After all, no one knows when the porridge will be sold in Huichuntang.

More than half a month has passed, Xue Qingling's porridge cooking skills have skyrocketed, and the porridge they sell in Huichun Hall has been praised as the best in Lin'an City.