Li Desheng smiled: "Sir, your smell seems to have faded a lot."
Zhao Dali was overjoyed: "Really?"
Several other officials who were eating also came over and nodded: "Yes, yes, it's really much better. I don't have to hold my breath when I pass by you now."
Zhao Dali took turns slapping him with his big palm: "Damn it, it turns out I was holding my breath when you passed by before!"
Those people touched their heads and laughed.
Zhao Dali also laughed. He couldn't stand the smell of urine after only a few days. It was a credit to others for enduring him for so long.
Cui Langzhong came slowly with his hands behind his back. In the past few days, relying on decades of neighborhood friendship, he always came here to eat and drink. He was probably here for breakfast again.
Zhao Dali raised his hand at him: "Mr. Cui, come and smell it. Is my smelly sweat getting better?"
Dr. Cui approached with disgust and sniffed it perfunctorily, still complaining: "You really believe that urine can cure diseases..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened: "Hey, it's true! I only smell urine!"
He usually held his breath when passing Zhao Dali, but especially after the smell of urine was added to the smell, he stayed away from him even more. I didn’t take using urine to cure body odor seriously, so naturally I didn’t care much about the acceptance results.
I didn’t expect it to actually work, damn it.
Zhao Dali laughed.
Madam Ning, you are my god!
I can get promoted! ! !
Doctor Cui circled around Zhao Dali like a puppy, raised his arm and smelled again and again. Indeed, there was only a little bit left, and only the smell of urine prevailed.
He stopped eating and trotted off to find Ning Yue.
The master is a divine man who can even cure diseases with urine. You must worship this master immediately! Worship now!
Ning Yue was brushing her teeth with her fingers by the river and was almost washed into the river by him.
Mr. Cui bowed his hands and said, "Master, do you think I have completed my apprenticeship ceremony now? Can I accept my disciple now?"
Ning Yue gurgled water in her mouth and wanted to spray the water on his face.
Despite his age, he is still careless and reckless.
Judging from his excited look, Zhao Dali's body odor prescription may have had an effect.
She asked Caiyan to get ready, then she went back to find a place with thick grass and sat cross-legged, "Bye."
Due to the simple environment, the ceremony was kept simple, except for the salute and the serving of tea.
Caiyan washed the bamboo bowl last night and prepared it for use in the morning. When she saw this, she took a bowl and was about to fill it with river water and boil it.
The lady said that the water outside must be boiled before you can drink it.
Ning Yue saw it from the corner of her eye and handed her her water bag to pour the water inside.
I have to travel soon, so I don't have much time to boil water.
Everyone in the Ying family gathered around, and their posture also attracted a group of other prisoners to watch.
"Really? An old man worships a young girl as his disciple?"
"Don't you know, Mrs. Ning is amazing. She cured Mr. Zhao's stinky sweat syndrome with urine."
"Oh? No wonder when I saw Mr. Zhao recently, he only smelled like urine and no longer smelled like fox...sweat." When the man saw Zhao Dali and Li Desheng coming over, he quickly changed his words and his voice became softer.
Mr. Cui turned a deaf ear and kowtowed three times respectfully.
"The sky is above, and the thick soil is the proof: I, Cui Hanzhi, today worship Madam Ning as my master. My disciples must regard their master as their father, respect and love her, and learn from her with an open mind!"
Caiyan handed Cui Langzhong a glass of water. Cui Langzhong turned around and knelt down, raising his hands to offer it.
"Master, please have tea."
Ning Yue took it and drank it in one gulp.
Then he patted his head and said: "I hope there are no diseases in the world, why bother to put medicine on the shelf to make dust. There is no limit to Chinese medicine. My good disciple, from now on, you must listen to the master, study hard, treat diseases and save people, and carry forward Chinese medicine."
Cui Lang's heart was filled with excitement. Master has noble medical ethics and he is the right person to worship!
He stood up and saw Ying Xianqing standing aside. He motioned to Caiyan to pour another cup and respectfully offered it to Ying Xianqing: "Master, please drink tea."
Ying Xianqing:? ? ?
He looked at Ning Yue. Ning Yue bit her lip and was having a hard time holding back her laughter.
The onlookers nearby couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Dali clapped his hands and laughed.
He wanted to correct him with a cold face, but he didn't know what to call himself at the moment. Ning Yue was the master, so what could he be if he wasn't the master's wife?
He reluctantly took the tea and drank it in one gulp.
A cool and sweet feeling went straight into the throat, which was even sweeter than the water in his water bottle, and there was a force that went straight to the limbs and bones, shocking people's spirits.
Ning Yue saw the slight change in his expression and realized that the secret of water was exposed.
Then she realized belatedly: what he just drank from seemed to be the same cup she had just used.
Caiyan thought she was going to serve a second cup of tea, so she still used the same cup.
He was obviously aware of this problem, pursed his lips, and his ears turned pink.
Mr. Cui couldn't see the sudden discomfort between the two of them. He took off the jade hairpin from his hair and bowed to Ning Yue: "Master, now my disciple has nothing. Only this one is worth some silver. I give it to him." Master, please accept this as a gift of apprenticeship. If you have the opportunity in the future, I will make up for it with generous gifts."
Ning Yue waved her hand nonchalantly, why would she, a married person, want an old man's personal hair accessories?
"We'll make up for it after the apprenticeship ceremony. I haven't prepared any gifts right now. When I have paper and pen in the future, I will write down a medical book and give it to you. As long as you master it skillfully and understand it thoroughly, over time, you will be able to cure most diseases at your fingertips."
She knew the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" written by the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing by heart. It was a classic that had been handed down for almost two thousand years. She would copy it to him when the time came.
Now that you have a disciple, you have to teach something real.
Mr. Cui became excited, there was such a magical book!
Make a lot of money! Make a lot of money! ! !
He became a monk halfway, relying on the experience passed down by some doctors to treat diseases and save people. His medical skills are really limited, but other doctors around him are just like that, and many are even worse than him. He often feels uneasy. After studying for half a life, he has made very little progress. He doesn't know where to learn from.
He was dancing for joy, he picked a big baby Master today!
Ying Lingzhu was so excited that his face turned red. His sister-in-law was so powerful that even such an old man sincerely worshiped her as his teacher!
She also wants to study medicine. After studying well, will she be needed and valued like her?
Ying Sizhu's face also turned red, but she was angry.
Seeing that the annoying people were getting more and more comfortable with him, but he was becoming more and more embarrassed, and even had no food to eat, Ying Sizhu turned around and left in anger.
The old prime minister Cui Yunzhi was also mixed in the crowd. Cui Maning said that her uncle was worshiping a little girl as her teacher and insisted on dragging him in to see what happened.
Now I am still whispering in my ears: "My uncle is always making mischief and showing no face to others. Now he is getting more and more excessive..."
Cui Yunzhi saw that the little girl had an innocent face and lively eyes, but her words were boastful. Can a medical book cure all diseases in the world?
A child with a yellow mouth does not know how high the sky is and how high it is.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Cui Manning whispered again: "Grandpa, that man used urine to cure Zhao Guanye's body odor. It's so dirty and unheard of. His medical skills are really not good enough. Go and tell my uncle that this apprenticeship does not count!"
She admired Ying Xianqing. Now that he had become her uncle's mistress, what would she become to him?
Just thinking about it makes me so angry that I vomit blood.
Cui Yunzhi finally had some reaction and responded with interest: "Oh?"
I have dealt with Zhao Dali twice in the past few days. Compared with before and after, the body odor is indeed much lighter. I didn't expect that it was cured with urine. This little girl is actually a little crooked?
He stroked his beard, said nothing, and went back.
Anyway, this younger brother has not been out of line for a day or two. He has never benefited from him, but has been dragged down by him to this point. How can he have the nerve to care about him.
Cui Manning was the only one who tried to stop him. Unable to stop him, he stamped his feet and left.
