The flood receded, the yard collapsed, and the granary was empty. The father squatted in the mud in a daze, the mother was pregnant, and the brother held a gapped sickle and said he would go up the mountain tomorrow. She was lying on the straw mat with a fever. The palms of my hands feel hot when I touch something alive.
In my previous life, I was an orphan. What I lacked most was family, and what I was most familiar with was medicine. In this life, I have parents, brothers, grandparents, and what I lacked most in my previous life is the first to get it in this life.
Everything else was ruined, but she knew medicine. Collect herbs, make medicines, and prepare hemostatic powders. Her hand not only knows medicine, but also knows where the disease is when touching people, whether it is blocked, scattered, or leaking. Later, I learned the pulse method, and my skill changed from identifying medicine to treating diseases. The villagers followed her in planting medicine, and Liuxi Village turned from a ruin into a medicine village.
From the survival of a family to the fragrance of medicine in a village.
Concept: Roots can also grow in mud.