I just wanted to ask for advice on how to make a fortune, but somehow I was accepted as a disciple by a master of traditional Chinese medicine.
Cheng Xiang looked at the pile of books in his arms, feeling very sad.
Dr. Zhong stuffed "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", "Jin Gui Yao Luo Lun" and several books on traditional Chinese medicine theory into his hands with eager eyes.
"Think about it and take a good look when you go back. You are so young and have good learning ability. It is a pity that you only take care of your children at home. Grandpa Zhong thinks you are very suitable for studying Chinese medicine. In the future, treating diseases and saving people will be more meaningful than being a housewife at home."
Cheng Xiang instantly felt that Grandpa Zhong understood PUA.
Cheng Xiang came home with a pile of books in his arms and sat on the sofa with a big head.
Several children gathered around. Zhou Yang flipped through the books on the table and asked in surprise: "Mom, what kind of book is this? I know every word on it, but why can't I understand it when they are put together? But These illustrations of flowers and plants are so beautiful.”
Zhou Tianxing looked at the book and said, "This is a herbal medicine book. The pictures on the top are all about the appearance of the herbs, and the effects of the herbs are written below."
"Mom, are you going to go to the doctor?" Zhou Yang asked excitedly.
Cheng Xiang smiled bitterly and said, "I was forcibly accepted as a disciple, but doctors treat illnesses and save people. They have a heavy responsibility. I don't think I can bear it, so forget it."
Zhou Yang curled his lips and nodded.
Zhou Tianxing said slowly: "My classmate's grandfather is a barefoot doctor. He usually prescribes prescriptions and medicines to treat headaches and brain fever. He said that he also wanted to learn to treat diseases from his grandfather, but his grandfather said that there is no future in studying Chinese medicine. , If you want to be a doctor, you should study hard. In the future, you can go to a medical university and go to a big hospital to become a doctor? I think no one will study traditional Chinese medicine in the future."
Cheng Xiang's heart moved slightly: "That's not true. Traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure. It is the result of thousands of years of wisdom. It will not decline. One day it will play a key role in mankind's fight against diseases."
Zhou Tianxing nodded thoughtfully.
At night, Cheng Xiang sat on the bed, bored, picked up the Treatise on Febrile Diseases and flipped through it. I happened to see an article about treatment prescriptions for knife wounds, and I read it with interest for a while.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Tianlei came back from get off work and walked into the room. He saw Cheng Xiang concentrating on reading a book and didn't notice him coming in.
Cheng Xiang looked up at him and said with a smile: "There is a recipe for treating knife wounds in this book. It says that you can use Angelica sinensis, jujube bark, and Panax notoginseng to stir-fry it, grind it into powder, and apply it to the wound. The knife wound will not leave a scar. It's so amazing. I'll go find these herbs tomorrow and apply them on you to try?" Cheng Xiang's eyes shone with wisdom as he looked at Zhou Tianlei who looked eager to try. .
Zhou Tianlei: "...Well, my injury is almost healed, so there's no need to try."
"Try it and consolidate it." Cheng Xiang looked yearning.
Zhou Tianlei: "..." Are you sure it can be consolidated and won't fester?
"Why are you reading medical books?" Zhou Tianlei asked, changing the subject.
Cheng wanted to tell what happened today at Dr. Zhong's medicine hall, and finally said with helpless eyes, "That's how I was accepted as a disciple by Dr. Zhong."
Zhou Tianlei chuckled, helped her gently hang the hair behind her ears, and asked softly: "You don't like doing this?"
Cheng Xiang raised his eyes and thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter whether I like it or not, but I don't quite agree with what Dr. Zhong said. Being a doctor must be more meaningful than being a housewife. It's just that the responsibilities are different. No one is more meaningful than the other. , without a woman taking care of things at home and stabilizing the home front, how can a man work hard outside with peace of mind."
Zhou Tianlei nodded: "That's right."
"Do you agree with what I said? Don't you think that a woman's job at home is to cook and watch the children enjoy their happiness?" Cheng Xiang asked.
Zhou Tianlei smiled and reached out to take her into his arms, "How could it be? The children are well fed and clothed warmly. Their bodies are getting stronger and their grades are getting better and better. I go home every day and there is hot soup and rice. At home, Warmly, this is all your credit, no matter how hard you work, these tasks are trivial and boring, how can you enjoy happiness? I just think you are working hard. "
Cheng Xiang looked at the old man's sincere eyes and confirmed that he was not being perfunctory. He felt warm in his heart and nestled in his arms and hugged his waist back.
Even in the later generations of the 21st century, stay-at-home mothers are synonymous with happiness.
There are so many professional women who have jobs and a promising future, but once they become pregnant, they have no choice but to give up their jobs and go home to take care of their children.
The man vowed at the beginning: "As long as you take good care of the children, leave it to me to support the family."
Then when a woman goes home to give birth and raise her children, and asks for living expenses with her palms raised, she gets a look of disdain and impatience from the man: "You do nothing at home all day long, but you spend money lavishly."
He wants to give you two hundred yuan, hoping that you will take care of all the household expenses. After buying firewood, rice, oil and salt, paying for water, electricity and gas, buying diapers and milk powder for the children, it is best to still have a hundred yuan left. This is how to run a household. look.
He is like an old man. He goes home and goes to the sofa. You ask him to help look after the children for a while. When he needs to go to the toilet, you ask him to clean up. When he needs to go to the toilet, you ask him to cook and he wants to go to the toilet. bathroom.
In short, I am either going to the toilet or on the way to the toilet.
However, even if a stay-at-home mother is extremely busy, she cannot exchange for the respect of others. The child's poor performance is due to the mother's failure to provide good guidance.
The house is messy because my mother was lazy and didn't clean it up.
When a child is sick, the mother fails to take good care of her.
The mother can hold her baby in one hand and hold the infusion bottle in the other hand while traveling through the hospital.
Mother can hold her baby with one hand and cook with the other.
As long as someone helps her, she won't end up turning herself into an army.
This is how more and more people who are afraid of marriage start, and men like Zhou Tianlei can cure their fear of marriage.
He never felt that Cheng Xiang's efforts were justified.
As long as he is at home, he will take the initiative to cook and help his children with their homework.
Cheng had never wanted to wash his clothes for him. He always said that his clothes were dirty and difficult to wash. He would wash his clothes and hang them to dry before going to bed every day after get off work.
Of course, I would also wash off Cheng Xiang's clothes.
He told his children to listen to their mother at home and not to make her mother work too hard.
So the two boys did their own laundry and rushed to help clear away the dishes after dinner.
Whether a mother will be respected at home depends on the man's attitude towards her.
Cheng Xiang nestled in Zhou Tianlei's arms and had to sigh that he was quite lucky.
After all, these days, catching a man who is willing to blatantly love his wife is like winning the lottery.
"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Tianlei thought, looking at the dazed and silly Cheng in his arms.
"You are a wife slave." Cheng Xiang said with a bad smile.
