Chapter 10, Wu Chushanren

"Dinner is served, steamed rice with dried mountain rat, it smells quite good, doesn't it?" Wu Chushanren entered, carrying a steaming hot meal.

My name is Hansheng, and I live in Nanshan Village, Wuyuan

"Let's go, hurry up." Doctor Zhu, without much thought, urged the person in front to lead the way, while turning around to call for Benben to catch up. If they were to head to Dazhang Mountain, it would be absolutely impossible to find Hansheng without the guidance of the big yellow dog.

"You are a scholar, do you know what 'horse riding cloth' is?" Han Sheng suddenly asked

Han Sheng has never been well-versed in ancient poetry, yet the verses recited by Wu Chushan are quite pleasing to the ear, especially the line "The ancient tomb is plowed into fields," which evokes thoughts of that millennia-old tomb. Beneath this vast Central Plain, one wonders how many unknown secrets lie hidden.

Han Sheng was left dumbfounded and in a daze

"Do those animals also use menstrual pads?" Han Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud

"What! Menstrual belt..." Han Sheng was taken aback, and his face immediately turned crimson; this was truly too embarrassing

My father is still unaware that I have encountered an incident, so I wish to return home as soon as possible. I would like to trouble you to help me retrieve the medicine

Then what about 'thunderstrike riding cloth'? Han Sheng gradually regained his composure and continued to ask

Do you have a urinal? Han Sheng asked

It turns out that riding cloth is actually a menstrual belt, something every woman possesses. Alas, why didn't the "Qing Nang Jing" explain this clearly? This Hua Tuo is truly something.

Han was afraid it would not be enough, so he squeezed out as much urine as possible into the glass bottle

At that moment, chaotic footsteps and the light of a flashlight could be heard in the courtyard

Wu Chushanren expressed his surprise and said: "Oh, how do you know about 'Lightning Strike Riding Cloth'?"

I can take you to see it, but it must be on a thunderstorm day, said Wu Chushanren

Something must have happened to Han Sheng!

"A superficial understanding, just a little superficial understanding." Han Sheng also wanted to express it in a more elegant manner

The ancients believed that 'horse riding cloth' was the most filthy thing in the world, also known as 'monthly belt', but it is no longer called by that name now said Wu Chushan

"So, you also understand medicine?" asked Wu Chushan.

Wu Chushan set up a temporary wooden bed in the adjacent kitchen, and after reciting a few ancient poems, the sound of snoring indicated that he had fallen asleep

Wu Chushanren pondered for a moment and explained: "In nature, when a cloud in the sky carries a positive charge and another carries a negative charge, lightning occurs upon their intersection. According to the Book of Changes, positive and negative essentially represent yin and yang; the positive electricity in the sky attracts the negative objects on the ground, causing an instantaneous connection of electric current, which generates high heat that incinerates the negative objects on the ground. This is what constitutes a lightning strike"

Do animals really have menstrual cycles? Han Sheng still does not believe it

Wu Chushan smiled and shook his head: "No, some creatures accumulate a lot of negative substances over time, such as mammals like foxes and weasels, as well as reptiles like pythons, etc. Taoism refers to these as 'unclean' things, and they are often struck by lightning."

The night sky is filled with continuous rain, the oil lamp in the thatched cottage has been trimmed several times, the food on the table has already gone cold, and Han Sheng has still not returned

What is it called now? Han Sheng thought, hoping that this item would be easy to obtain

Indeed, the young can be taught. Wu Chushanren looked at Hansheng with a smile.

"It has been passed down in our family," Han Sheng still does not want to reveal its true origin and purpose, "Is that 'lightning-struck riding cloth' the menstrual cloth that has been struck by lightning?"

Menstrual belt

"Doctor Zhu, please hurry, the patient is in critical condition," said the middle-aged man urgently, standing behind him were two young men.

This entire afternoon, Dr. Zhu felt restless, constantly worried that something might go wrong, regretting that he had let Han Sheng go alone to Dazhang Mountain to gather herbs in the morning

The dust on the beam is used as an ingredient... He thought to himself as he looked up, that the strands of dust hanging down from the old roof, which had been worn for many years, were indeed what the book referred to as the dust on the beam. In this thatched cottage, there were also dozens of such strands, which should be sufficient... The white sediment of the medicinal ingredient refers to the white residue from overnight human urine, and as for the youth, I have not been one for twenty years... Naturally, it is undoubtedly a youth. The white sediment of the medicinal ingredient refers to the white residue from overnight human urine, and as for the youth, I have not been one for twenty years... Naturally, it is undoubtedly a youth.

Alright, but let's eat first

Is it a woman? Han Sheng speculated.

Wu Chushanren smiled: "The child is quite modest."

That's enough, Dr. Zhu stamped his foot and said, Han Sheng, you must hold on, your father will come over to save you soon

"Why not?" Wu Chushanren retorted

Oh, I see, Han Sheng can set his mind at ease

Young man, what is your name, and where do you live? asked Wu Chushan.

Han Sheng encountered misfortune and was caught in the rain. At this moment, he was already famished, his appetite whetted, so he took the bowl and chopsticks and began to eat heartily

The mountain mouse is truly delicious, and thinking of the mountain mouse mother and her pups hiding in the crevices of the rocks, I can't help but feel a twinge of compassion.

"I am just asking, do you really know or not?" Han Sheng insisted.

I understand now. The script mentions that lightning strikes ancient trees or towers that are a thousand years old because these places harbor negative entities, which in turn attract the lightning.

Doctor Zhu, with a look of panic, hurriedly put on his rain boots, grabbed the flashlight, slung the medicine box over his shoulder, and urgently said to Benben: "Quick, take me there"

Wu Chushanren laughed heartily as he walked out of the door, his poetic recitation drifting like a wisp: "The departed grow distant with each passing day, while the living become closer with each passing day. Upon leaving the city gate, I gaze directly ahead, only to see hills and graves. Ancient tombs plowed into fields, pine and cypress cut down for firewood. The white poplar mourns in the wind, rustling sorrowfully, killing the spirit of man"

There is a medicine that needs to be used as a drug catalyst

Han Sheng pointed to the dust strands hanging from the roof and said: "This dust is called 'beam soil', and it is a good remedy for treating bone injuries. Please sweep it down for me."

Lightning strikes are always directed towards negative organisms

Of course I know, replied Wu Chushan

"Uncle Shanren, what did you originally do, and why did you become a rightist?" Han Sheng asked

The fragrant aroma of rice mingled with the rich scent of mountain rat meat was utterly tantalizing, causing Han Sheng to involuntarily swallow his saliva

Wu Chushan paused for a moment, then seemingly puzzled, asked Hansheng: "Why do you use such strange medicinal ingredients?"

What is the negative object on the ground? Han Sheng felt that the words of the Wu-Chu Mountain man were refreshing to him

"Take it down? What medicine do I have here?" Wu Chushan asked in confusion

"Indeed." replied Wu Chushan.

As he looked out the window, the sky had turned dark, and a sense of anxiety arose in Han's heart; his father must still be sitting at the dining table waiting for him, and Benben might still be guarding under the old pine tree.

The old man smiled gently and said, "I am a rightist from Beijing, sent down to Jiangxi, and I have been guarding the forest in the Dazhang Mountains for many years. I love it here, surrounded by green mountains every day, composing poetry and painting, living freely and comfortably"

A sound came from the yard, and Dr. Zhu was just about to go out to greet it when suddenly, the big yellow dog, Benben, rushed in like a gust of wind, covered in mud. Its yellow fur was soaked and clung tightly to its skin, and it let out a low whimper, "Zhi zhi," looking up at its owner with bloodshot eyes

"The patient is not far ahead, she is in labor. Dr. Zhu, please, I beg you, there are two lives at stake, that of the mother and the child." The middle-aged man pleaded with a voice choked with tears.

"Which village are you from? Why didn't you take him to the hospital? I have something to attend to and am about to go out to look for someone," Dr. Zhu said hurriedly.

My father is a barefoot doctor in the village, and sometimes I help him gather herbs on the mountain

At this moment, should one save the son or the mother in labor? If the son is injured, saving him even a minute earlier could provide a glimmer of hope, yet over there are two lives at stake, that of the mother and the child

"It's a long story. I used to be a professor at Peking University, engaged in the teaching and research of Classical Chinese." Wu Chushan sighed softly

Han Sheng diligently recalled the "Qing Nang Jing," hoping to find a method for healing

Wu Chushan brought a glass bottle and said with a smile: "It is only an empty can bottle; I have always resolved matters in nature."

Wu Chushanren looked at Hansheng in surprise, and after a while, he couldn't help but laugh: "You little child, why are you asking this?"

You are carrying a medicine basket; could it be that your family practices medicine?

He lifted the quilt and attempted to move his right leg, only to be met with waves of pain. As he tried to pull it with his hands, the pain surged as if it were splitting apart. He understood that the bone in his leg had been fractured. As the saying goes, "Injuring muscles and bones takes one hundred and five days to heal," without at least five months of rest, a broken leg cannot recover, which poses a significant problem

The night in the valley, with the gentle patter of raindrops falling on the leaves, creates a soothing sound that lulls one to sleep

After dinner, Wu Chushan, as agreed, swept all the dust from the roof down, gathered it onto a piece of white paper, wrapped it up, and placed it on the table