"Today is New Year's Day, which is the beginning of spring and the Spring Festival. Eating five pungent foods can release the qi of the five internal organs."
Amei saw the surprised look on her master's face, and explained with a smile while setting out the food.
"My lord, please eat more and have this peach soup. This is made by Mrs. Guan when she went out to pick peach branches before dawn. It is a gift that Mrs. Guan gave to all of you on New Year's Day. Please drink more, lord." "
After Feng Yong heard this, his eyes fell on Guan Ji below, and he saw that the lady was eating something with her sleeves covering her face, without even looking here.
"New Year's Day is the Spring Festival?" Feng Yong felt a little confused.
In this body's memory, there are very few memories of the festival.
How can refugees who can't even eat have the right to celebrate the festival?
When the family finally managed to acquire a hundred acres of land, they were just out of their status as refugees and could barely afford to eat. However, they were still half-full for most of the year. How could they be in the mood to celebrate the holidays?
People who can eat five pungent foods will have enough to eat without having to worry about it at home.
"New Year's Day is naturally the Spring Festival and the Chinese New Year. People drink peach soup during the Chinese New Year, which is said to ward off hundreds of ghosts."
Zhao Guang picked up the peach soup bowl and drank it gurglingly.
Future generations are unfilial!
Feng Yong sighed, it turns out that the current New Year's Day and the New Year's Day of later generations are not the same thing.
Looking at the brownish-green soup, Feng Yong felt a little rejected. He just looked at Guan Ji again, closed his eyes, picked up the bowl and drank a few sips.
Zhao Guang picked up the noodle cake, rolled the five-spice vegetables in it, took a big bite, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed before speaking again.
"It's just that on New Year's Day, I have to eat five pungents, but I don't know why. How did Mrs. Amei know that eating five pungents will harm the five internal organs?"
After Amei had laid out the food, she stood behind Feng Yong to serve the master at any time. When she heard Zhao Guang's question, she bent down and replied: "Back to Mr. Zhao, I heard what the master said, and the master of the slave is a medical worker."
Amei’s mother met her mother because she went to the mountains to collect herbs.
"No wonder."
Zhao Guang finished the noodle cake in three mouthfuls, showing no sign of refraining from eating. It probably existed before, but after following Feng Tubiao for so long, even if it existed, it has disappeared.
"Tell me, how do you know how to make Crescent Moon Wontons?"
Crescent wontons are dumplings.
This kind of food is still regarded as a semi-medicine.
It was made by Zhang Zhongjing to prevent people from getting frostbite on their ears.
Therefore, today's dumplings are often associated with medical workers.
This is one of the greatest doctors in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
At least in Feng Yong's eyes, he is greater than Hua Tuo.
At this time, doctors were not called doctors, but medical workers or medical craftsmen. They were of the same class as craftsmen and belonged to a lowly status. They could not even be compared with the capital of Guizhou, and were far from being compared with the angels in white in later generations.
Perhaps Hua Tuo's medical skills were better than Zhang Zhongjing's, but Hua Tuo often regretted that he became a medical worker just because this profession was looked down upon.
But Zhang Zhongjing is different. His origin can barely be regarded as a son of an aristocratic family.
But it was such a son of an aristocratic family who became interested in matters of low status. He even studied medicine diligently and treated the heads of Guizhou.
It is always easy for a family member to become an official. Although Zhang Zhongjing became an official, he despised the official career.
Even when he took the position of the governor of Changsha, in order to relieve the people's pain, he even ignored the worldly views. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, he would open the Yamen and sit in the hall in person to check the people's pulse and see the doctor.
This was an extremely sensational thing at the time.
The term "doctor sitting in the hall" began with Zhang Zhongjing.
Compared with Hua Tuo who often regretted his career as a doctor, Zhang Zhongjing was willing to fall into disgrace in the eyes of the world.
But he ignored the criticism and only wished to relieve the sufferings of the people. His image was indeed much taller.
"My lord, is this food not to your liking? Do you want your servant to get some delicious soup?"
Amei asked a little worriedly when she saw Feng Yong looking at Crescent Wonton and suddenly in a daze.
"Oh, no, it's good."
Feng Yong came out of his daze and asked Li Yi, "Sanniang, I want to ask something."
"I wonder what brother wants to ask?"
After hearing this, Guan Ji put down the food in her hands and wiped her mouth with the silk cloth. Then she put down the sleeves that were half covering her face, sat upright and looked at Feng Yong.
I have to say that in many cases, Guan Ji can indeed be regarded as a lady.
She has a beautiful appearance, a serious smile, and is quiet on weekdays. She has her own posture when walking and sitting - if it weren't for the fact that the female celebrity was not too bad.
"When Zhang Junhou was guarding Jingzhou in the old years, had Sanniang ever heard of Zhang Zhongjing, the then governor of Changsha?"
In this day and age, some people may not be afraid of death, so they look down on doctors, but Feng Tubao is afraid!
However, the most Feng Yong knew about Zhang Zhongjing was that he was the prefect of Changsha - because history books only record that he served as the prefect of Changsha.
Later, where did the medical saint go, or something happened, but he has no memory of it anymore.
Because later on, the Jingzhou area was the stage where Liu Biao prepared Cao Cao, Sun Quan and other big figures. Who had the time to care about a small medical worker?
"Zhang Zhongjing?" Guan Ji thought for a moment and asked, "Is it Zhang Ji that brother is asking about?"
"Zhang Ji?"
Feng Yong was stunned and thought to himself, what is Zhang Zhongjing's name? It's like he never noticed.
Later generations were called Zhang Zhongjing Zhang Zhongjing, presumably by his name. As for what his name was, only a ghost would know?
"Zhang Ji, also called Zhang Zhongjing? Was he also the governor of Changsha?"
Feng Yong asked.
Guan Ji nodded and said: "Prefect Zhang Ji, courtesy name Zhongjing, was the prefect of Changsha. Later, in order to avoid the war, he resigned and went to Lingnan to live in seclusion. At that time, I was poisoned by curare. I heard that Zhang Ji had great medical skills. , so I specially sent someone to invite him to remove the curare."
"Scraping bones to cure poison?!"
Feng Yong blurted out.
"right."
Guan Ji straightened her chest, and her face glowed with some energy, as if she remembered her lord's bravery and fearlessness back then.
"When Zhang Ji was the governor of Changsha, he opened a large yamen to treat people, so his medical skills have long been famous in Jingzhou. Your Excellency also heard the rumors, so you invited him to come and see a doctor."
"No, isn't it Hua Tuo who did the bone scraping to cure the poison?"
Feng Yong felt a little confused.
"Hua Tuo is famous all over the world for his medical skills, but he was one of Cao Cao's thieves at that time, and he was killed by Cao Tuo's thieves. It has been many years since the master was injured by an arrow, so how could he come to Jingzhou?"
Guan Ji asked with a strange look on her face.
Damn it!
Feng Yong looked confused.
So why didn’t I study hard back then?
Many people thought Guan Yu's bone scraping therapy was fake.
However, in order to debate with others whether Guan Yu deserved the term "Mighty China", Feng Yong went to see the records about Guan Yu in the Three Kingdoms. He knew that such a thing was true.
It's just that the book didn't record who performed the surgery on Guan Yu. Unexpectedly, it was Zhang Zhongjing.
Thinking about it, although it is not as awesome as Hua Tuo's Ma Fei Powder, scraping the bones will inevitably cause heavy bleeding. Without superb medical skills, Guan Yu will probably die from excessive blood loss.
And Zhang Ji is one of the very few suitable candidates.
