Chapter 220 Zhang Ji? Zhang Zhongjing?

   "Today is New Year's Day, so it's the beginning of the Spring Festival. Eating five spices can release the energy of the five internal organs."

   Seeing the surprised look on her lord's face, Amei explained with a smile while laying out the meals.

"My lord, eat more, and this peach soup. This is made by Mrs. Guan, who went out to pick peach branches before dawn. It is a wish from Mrs. Guan to all the gentlemen on New Year's Day. My lord, drink more. "

  Feng Yong listened, and his eyes fell on Guan Ji below, and saw that Yi Ren was eating with her sleeves up to cover her face, without even looking this way.

   "New Year's Day is the Spring Festival?" Feng Yong felt a little confused.

  In the memory of this body, there are very few memories about the festival.

  Refugees who can't even eat, how can they have the qualifications to celebrate the festival?

   Later, the family managed to acquire 100 mu of land, which was just out of their status as refugees, and they could barely eat, but they were still only half full for most of the year. How could they be in the mood for the holidays?

  People who can eat five spices can eat without worrying about eating.

   "New Year's Day is naturally the Spring Festival, and it is also the New Year. During the New Year, you have to drink peach soup, which is said to be able to avoid all ghosts."

  Zhao Guang picked up the bowl of peach soup and drank it "gululu".

   Future generations are not filial!

  Feng Yong sighed, it turns out that the current New Year's Day is not the same thing as the New Year's Day in later generations.

  Looking at the somewhat brown-green soup, Feng Yong really refused in his heart. He just looked at Guan Ji again, closed his eyes, and took a few sips from the bowl.

  Zhao Guang picked up the noodle cake, wrapped the five-spicy vegetables on the plate inside, took a big bite, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it before speaking again.

   "It's just that you have to eat five pungents on New Year's Day, but I don't know why. How did Madam Amei know about the saying that eating five pungents will hair off the five internal organs?"

  Amei stood behind Feng Yong after serving the food and beverages, and waited on the lord at any time. Hearing Zhao Guang's question, she bent down and replied, "Back to Mr. Zhao Lang, the servant girl is told by the lord, and the lord of the servant girl is a medical worker."

  Ah Mei’s adult met her mother because she went to the mountains to collect medicine.

   "No wonder."

  Zhao Guang ate the noodles in two mouthfuls of three, and there was no rule of keeping his mouth shut. It probably existed before, but after following Feng Tubie for so long, even if it existed, it disappeared.

   "I said, how do you know how to make crescent wontons."

  Crescent wontons are dumplings.

   This kind of food is still a kind of semi-medicine nowadays.

   It was made by Zhang Zhongjing to prevent common people from getting chilblains on their ears.

  So, the current dumplings are often associated with medicine and engineering.

   This is the greatest doctor in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, bar none.

   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 they belonged to a humble family.

  Perhaps Hua Tuo's medical skills are better than Zhang Zhongjing's, but Hua Tuo often regrets being a medical worker just because this profession is looked down upon.

  But Zhang Zhongjing is different. His background can barely be regarded as a family member.

  But it is such a family member who has become interested in the things of humble origin, and even studied medicine hard to see a doctor for the heads of Guizhou.

   It is always easy for a family member to become an official. Although Zhang Zhongjing became an official, he despised his official career.

  Even when he sat in the position of the prefect of Changsha, in order to relieve the sufferings of the people, he ignored the worldly vision. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, he would open the yamen, sit in the hall, and take the pulse of the people.

   This was considered an extremely sensational event at the time.

   "Doctor sitting in the hall" began with Zhang Zhongjing.

  Compared to Hua Tuo who often regretted being a medical worker, Zhang Zhongjing, in the eyes of the world, is willing to degenerate.

  But he ignored the criticism, only wishing to relieve the pain of the people, and his image was indeed much taller.

   "My lord, is this meal not to your liking? Would you like me to get some elixir soup?"

  Seeing Feng Yong staring at Crescent Wonton and suddenly staring in a daze, Amei asked worriedly.

   "Oh no, it's fine."

  Feng Yong recovered from his daze, and asked Li Yi, "Sanniang, I want to ask something."

   "I don't know what brother wants to ask?"

  Guan Ji listened, put down the food in her hands, wiped her mouth with a silk cloth, then put down the sleeves that half covered her face, sat upright, and looked at Feng Yong.

   I have to say that in many cases, Guan Ji is indeed a lady of every family.

  Looking beautiful, unsmiling, demure on weekdays, walking and sitting with her own posture—if it is not too bad for the female celebrity.

   "When Zhang Junhou was guarding Jingzhou in the old years, did Sanniang ever hear about Zhang Zhongjing, the prefect of Changsha?"

  In this day and age, some people may look down on doctors because they are not afraid of death, but Feng Tubie is afraid!

  However, Feng Yong's understanding of Zhang Zhongjing was at most up to the prefect of Changsha - because the history books only record that he was the prefect of Changsha.

  Where did the medical sage go, or something happened, but I don’t remember it anymore

  Because later on, the area around Jingzhou was the stage where Liu Biao prepared for Cao Cao, Sun Quan and other big figures. Who has the leisure to care about a small medical worker?

   "Zhang Zhongjing?" Guan Ji thought for a while and asked, "Is this Zhang Ji you're asking?"

   "Zhang Ji?"

  Feng Yong was taken aback, wondering what Zhang Zhongjing's name was? As if he never noticed.

   Later generations are called Zhang Zhongjing Zhang Zhongjing, presumably it is his name, as for what the name is, who the **** knows?

   "Zhang Ji, also called Zhang Zhongjing? Was he also the prefect of Changsha?"

  Feng Yong asked.

Guan Ji nodded and said: "Prefect Zhang's name is Ji, named Zhongjing. He used to be the prefect of Changsha. Later, in order to avoid the war, he resigned and went to Lingnan to live in seclusion. Back then, my lord was poisoned by arrows. I heard that Zhang Ji was very good at medicine. , so I specially sent someone to invite the arrow poison."

   "Bone scraping to cure poison?!"

   Feng Yong blurted out.

"right."

  Guan Ji straightened her chest, her face glowed, as if she recalled the boldness and fearlessness of her own adults back then.

   "When Zhang Ji was the prefect of Changsha, he used to open the yamen to treat patients, so his medical skills have long been famous in Jingzhou. Your lord also heard the rumors, so he was invited to see a doctor."

   "No, scraping bones to cure poison, isn't it done by Hua Tuo?"

   Feng Yong felt a little confused.

   "Hua Tuo's medical skills are naturally well-known all over the world, but at that time he belonged to Cao thief, and he had already been killed by Cao thief. It has been many years since your lord was injured by an arrow. How could he come to Jingzhou?"

  Guan Ji asked with a strange look on her face.

   Damn it!

  Feng Yong was puzzled.

  So why didn’t I study hard back then?

  Guan Yu's bone scraping to cure poison, many people thought it was fake.

  However, in order to debate with others whether Guan Yu should be worthy of the word Megatron China, Feng Yong went to read the records about Guan Yu in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He knew that there was such a thing.

   It’s just that it’s not recorded in the book who performed the operation on Guan Yu, but Zhang Zhongjing did not expect it.

   I think so, although it is not as powerful as Hua Tuo's Mafeisan, but such things as bone scraping will inevitably cause massive bleeding. If there is no superb medical skills, Guan Yu will also lose too much blood and die.

   And Zhang Ji is just one of the very few suitable candidates.

  (end of this chapter)