Dong Pianfang talked about the excitement and started talking. "Traditional Chinese medicine believes that donkeys are full of treasures. Donkey meat tastes sweet and cool, and has the effects of nourishing qi and blood, nourishing yin and strengthening yang, calming the mind and removing troubles. It can treat deficiency of qi and blood after long-term illness, long-term strain, shortness of breath and fatigue, Fatigue and thinness, loss of appetite, palpitations, poor eyesight, insufficient yin and blood, dizziness and limb spasm, insomnia and dreaminess, uterine gynecological bleeding and hemorrhagic purpura. Drinking the soup of boiled meat in an empty stomach can also treat hemorrhoids. Bugs."
Seeing that Wang Ke didn't understand, Dong continued: "Donkey blood is also very good. It can dispel wind, dehumidify, and dry yellow water. It is used for arthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, gout, and limb joints caused by paralysis." Swelling, pain, deformation, accumulation of yellow fluid, etc.”
But Wang Ke was thinking about more than just the use of donkey blood and ancient well water as medicine.
In his mind, he kept thinking about the donkey treasure in the belly of the little black donkey, which was donkey sand. The last time he asked godfather Dong for his folk prescription, donkey treasure was formed by condensation of food residues due to indigestion in donkeys. The donkey sand in the urine bubble is actually a kind of urate. The main ingredients inside are rich in protein, calcium, phosphorus, iron and other inorganic elements. Is there any way to cultivate donkey treasures produced in donkey stomachs and donkey urine bubbles through traditional Chinese medicine and artificial breeding?
This may seem fanciful today, but in the last century it was simply unthinkable.
"Godfather, I want to tell you something!" Wang Ke looked very serious. He especially wanted to tell his godfather Dong Pian Fang directly about the donkey treasure in the belly of the black donkey.
"Boy, if you have anything to say, just say it directly." Godfather Dong Pianfang saw Wang Ke's expression and thought it was what he just said that resonated with Wang Ke.
But seeing the seriousness of his godfather Dong Pianfang, Wang Ke hesitated again. If he told his godfather Dong Pianfang that the black donkey had a donkey treasure in its belly, he would ask how he knew it and how should he answer? Moreover, the human-minded black donkey is his savior. Once this matter is made public, he may be in danger of his life.
"Daddy, I would like to ask, is there any traditional Chinese medicine or prepared feed that black donkeys will produce donkey babies after eating it?"
Dong Pianfang looked at Wang Ke in surprise. This was not the first time he asked such a question. "The theory is feasible, but no one has ever found such a rule."
"Can we give it a try?"
"I can't try it. If I could try it, everyone would raise donkeys."
Godfather Dong's folk prescription is right. Donkeys drinking ancient well water may have an effect on the improvement of donkey blood, and donkey blood will be more useful as medicine. Directly using ancient well water as medicine can also improve the medicinal properties. Only black donkeys can eat donkey treasures, which is unheard of, and it is impossible for donkeys to taste all kinds of herbs in the world.
Wang Ke nodded, he seemed not to give up yet. "Daddy, if we know that a black donkey has donkey treasures, can we find out the pattern of donkey treasures from its body?"
"Well..." Godfather Dong Pianfang was silent. He couldn't figure out what evil possessed Wang Ke tonight, and he kept thinking about Donkey Bao. "Well, it should be possible. If we know, we can observe the living habits of this donkey, observe what it likes to eat, observe its body characteristics... Hey, let's not talk about these useless nonsense, because You can't know which donkey has a donkey treasure in its belly!" Godfather Dong Pianfang shook his head and smiled mockingly.
Yes! Wang Ke woke up from a dream, as if he had found a treasure. These three points were so important, but why didn't he think of it?
"The size of the donkey, the living habits of the donkey, the donkey's favorite food..." Wang Ke muttered to himself, as if in a daze.
"Boy, you go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow I have to install water pipes and build ancient wells. If you don't keep up your energy, I won't be able to count on you." Godfather Dong Pianfang looked at the clock on the wall. It was already past ten o'clock. "It should be almost done on the construction site over there," he said.
"Well, I'll go to sleep later. I'll wait until they come back." Wang Ke was thinking that he had to work hard on this matter. He wanted to discuss it with Gu Maolin and establish a set of observations around these three aspects. Plan, it is best to summarize a set of regular things.
As he was thinking and talking, a wave of sleepiness came over him, and Wang Ke's eyelids began to fight. After all, he had just been injured and had gone through such a torment.
Seeing Wang Ke sleepy, godfather Dong Pianfang was secretly happy.
"Come on, kid, come to your room, lie down and let's chat. This will be good for your wound recovery."
Wang Ke did not refuse this time and followed Dong Pianfang out of the east courtyard and back to his small side house. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep immediately without waiting for further chat. And this sleep was very solid, and the sky and the earth were dark.
In his dream, he actually dreamed that he took the little black donkey to the hospital. First, he took the little black donkey's blood for a test, examined it in detail, and analyzed the nutritional content of the donkey's blood. Next, he took the little black donkey to the hospital. Went to the X computer room for fluoroscopy and B-ultrasound, and characterized and positioned the style, size, structure, and location of the donkey treasure in detail. Finally, he asked the little black donkey, what are your favorite foods? What are your daily habits...
Dreaming here, Wang Ke suddenly woke up. This is really something to dream about every day and think about at night.
He got up from the bed in a hurry, and the dream was right in front of him, clearly!
Wang Ke turned on the bedside lamp and looked at the small alarm clock on the bedside. It was just four o'clock in the morning, why did he fall asleep? Gu Maolin hasn't come back yet, and his godfather isn't around either.
Wang Ke sat on the bed, seriously reviewing the dream just like a movie. Note that this is a dream, not the illusion of perception in the past.
Draw blood from the donkey for laboratory analysis and perform B-ultrasound on the donkey!
These are really two wonderful ideas, two unprecedented imaginative ideas! This novel idea can not only verify Gu Maolin's clairvoyance ability again, but also use scientific means to tell the godfather the value of this little black donkey, and let the godfather summarize the little black donkey's living habits and favorite feed.
Laws are everywhere, and they are always summarized by others.
Using verification rules to clone and copy will make it impossible to copy them one by one.
The more Wang Ke thought about it, the more excited he became and wanted to go to the ground. He stretched his feet toward the ground and found that his shoes were not there. Huh? The pair of shoes placed under the bed were nowhere to be found. And apart from the trousers and sweatshirt he was wearing, his trousers and coat were also missing.
Wang Ke thought for a moment and smiled. His godfather must have hidden his clothes and shoes in advance because he was afraid that he would run to the construction site again in the middle of the night.
But with such a good idea, why has no one thought of it before? Including bezoar and donkey treasure! If this method is known, the production rules of bezoar and donkey treasure will soon be deciphered, and large-scale production will be possible.
Wang Ke was barefoot and began to look for shoes outside the house. The ground outside the house was wet. It had obviously just rained, and the sky outside was still gloomy. The air was so fresh that Wang Ke couldn't help but take a deep breath.
After searching around and not finding anything, Wang Ke walked to the donkey pen, first added some fodder to the donkeys, and then stared at them in a daze. Nothing is unachievable.
There is nothing in the world, I'm just worried about my thoughts.
In a dream, I found a key to decipher the secret of heaven.
Wang Ke was a little excited and couldn't stay any longer. He wanted to go find Gu Maolin. But you can’t go to the construction site with bare feet and pants, right? !
It's still early, and there are sounds from cleaning and pressing water, which will affect the godfather and godmother's rest.
Wang Ke turned back to the room and sat in front of the table.
He thought quietly for a while, took out paper and pen, and decided to write a letter to Wu Xiangyu.
Only she can help herself in this matter. well! Ever since I found out that she returned to the hospital, I haven't written to her because I was afraid of her and afraid that I would fall in love again. I wonder what she is doing now?
God has given all things to come back, and a hundred blessings have made auspicious jade cups.
The warm scenery is biased toward the willows, while the plum blossoms are half-hidden in the shadows of the cold snow.
Unknowingly, this adaptation of Ma Huaisu's Qi Jue poem appeared in my mind. Could it be that this is destiny!
When Wang Ke thought of this poem, he remembered the explanation Wu Xiangyu gave him. He blushed just thinking about it. People say there are acrostic poems, but when your surname meets poetry, it is a portrayal of life and the story hidden in it. Who can figure it out?
Just like the song "Xia Ke Xing" written by Li Bai, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin relied on mutiny to overthrow the Later Zhou Dynasty and established the Zhao Song regime.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Hello.
When I was leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward.
…
Does Ma Qingsu's poem really have something to do with her, herself, and the friends around her?
Wang Ke picked up the pen and started writing. In addition to greetings, he hoped that Wu Xiangyu could do him a favor and come to the regiment health team to help with the physical examination of the little black donkey, including blood tests, analysis, fluoroscopy or B-ultrasound. The reason is very good, but I can't say it. It can only be reduced to the smallest scope and carried out secretly.
At that time, there was no such thing as animal experiments and analysis, and there was no public academic search. The purpose of this letter is very strong. Wang Ke hopes that she can help him fulfill this wish as soon as possible.
Because he was so secretive and couldn't speak too clearly, after writing the letter, Wang Ke couldn't understand what it meant when he read it. Why do we need to give this little black donkey a physical examination?
But Wang Ke still wanted to give it a try. He wrote the envelope, affixed the stamp, and prepared to send it out at dawn.
Wang Ke stood up and wanted to stretch, but his body swayed and he almost fell.
what happened? Wang Ke was holding the table, and then he felt his head was heavy and dizzy, and his face was swollen and uncomfortable. Wang Ke sat down quickly and rummaged through Gu Maolin's small mirror in the drawer.
This kid must have brought the small mirror to his godfather's factory. He has been looking at the construction site there for the past few days.
There is one in the room upstairs, but I can't go there. It's really unsightly to be dressed like this and barefoot. Wang Ke stood up again, stabilized himself, and walked out of the room. As long as the godfather gets up, finds his clothes and shoes, he can go out.
He endured the dizziness and heaviness, barefooted, picked up the broom and began to clean the yard.
After the sound of "swish", the small courtyard was swept away. Wang Ke let go of the chicken coop, and more than 20 chickens ran out with flapping wings. Wang Ke used a shovel to clean the donkey pen and pig pen.
Before he could press the water, a voice came from behind: "Who are you?"
Wang Ke looked back and saw that it was Sister Cuilan.
She exclaimed: "Oh! Wang Ke, why are you barefoot? Why is your head swollen like this?"
Then, she panicked, turned and shouted upstairs: "Dad, get up quickly and take a look at Wang Ke."
