Chapter 219 Zhang Ji? Zhang Zhongjing?
“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 afford food be qualified 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?
Those who can eat five pungent foods can have enough to eat even if their families don't talk about it.
“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 all ghosts.”
Zhao Guang picked up the peach soup bowl and drank it gurglingly.
The descendants of 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 spicy vegetables on the plate in it, then took a big bite, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it before speaking again.
“It’s just that on New Year’s Day, we have to eat five pungent foods, but I don’t know why. How did Madam Amei know that eating five pungent foods will stimulate the five internal organs?”
After finishing the meal, Amei stood behind Feng Yong to serve the master at any time. When he heard Zhao Guang's question, he bent down and replied: "Back to Mr. Zhao, I heard what the master said. The master of the servant is a medical worker."
Amei’s lord, he met her mother because she went to the mountains to collect herbs.
“No wonder.”
Zhao Guang finished the noodles in two or three mouthfuls without any hesitation. It probably existed before, but after following Feng Tubiao for so long, even if it existed, it has disappeared.
“Let me tell you, how can you make crescent moon wontons?”
Crescent wontons are dumplings.
This kind of food is still considered a semi-medicine.
It was made by Zhang Zhongjing to prevent people from getting frostbite on their ears.
Hence, today’s dumplings are often associated with medicine and engineering.
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 in 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 by others.
But Zhang Zhongjing is different. His origin can barely be regarded as a son of an aristocratic family.
But it was a man from such an aristocratic family who became interested in matters of low status. He even studied medicine diligently and treated the chief officials of Guizhou.
It is always easy for a family member to become an official. Although Zhang Zhongjing became an official, he despised official career.
Even when he took the position of the prefect 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 a very sensational thing at the time.
“Doctor sitting in the hall” started with Zhang Zhongjing.
Compared to Hua Tuo who often regretted his career as a doctor, Zhang Zhongjing was willing to fall into disgrace in the eyes of the world.
“My lord, is this food not to your liking? Would you like your servant to get some delicious soup?”
Seeing Feng Yong looking at the crescent wontons and suddenly in a daze, Amei asked a little worriedly.
“Oh, no, it’s pretty 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 hand and wiped her mouth with a 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, is usually quiet, and has her own posture when walking and sitting - if it is not a bad female celebrity.
“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!
But Feng Yong’s understanding of Zhang Zhongjing was at most to the prefect of Changsha—because history books only record that he served as the prefect of Changsha.
Where did the medical saint go after that? Something happened to him, but he has no memory of it anymore.
Because later on, the Jingzhou area was the stage where Liu Biao prepared for 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 for a moment and thought to himself, what is Zhang Zhongjing’s name? It's like he never noticed.
Later generations were called Zhang Zhongjing Zhang Zhongjing. I think it was 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, scraping bones to cure poison, wasn’t it done by Hua Tuo?”
Feng Yong felt a little confused.
“Hua Tuo’s medical skills are famous all over the world, but he was one of Cao Cao’s thieves at that time, and he was killed by Cao Tuo’s thieves. It had been many years since I was wounded by an arrow, so how could he come to Jingzhou?”
Guan Ji asked with a strange look on her face.
Fuck!
Feng Yong looked confused.
So why didn’t I study hard back then?
Many people thought Guan Yu’s bone scraping method was fake.
However, in order to debate with others whether Guan Yu should be worthy of the term "Mighty China", Feng Yong went to see the records about Guan Yu in the Three Kingdoms. He knew that this was indeed the case.
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 would have died from excessive blood loss.
And Zhang Ji is one of the very few suitable candidates.
(End of this chapter)