Because they were using a coal stove, a few pieces of honeycomb briquettes were usually enough to burn for more than two hours.
Therefore, He Siyu was not worried that the fire would go out, nor did he have to worry about the heat being insufficient. As long as there was not the last honeycomb briquet left, the temperature of the coal stove would not change much.
While waiting for the chicken stew, He Siyu took out the three books that the raggedy man wanted to give him as a thank you gift.
These three books were all in the old-fashioned revised style, and there was a book called " Strategy of Strange Play " that was only written decades ago, which was during the late Qing Dynasty.
There was no red light surrounding this book. It was a pure green ball of light.
He did not expect that a book from this period would actually meet the entry requirements. It seemed that the content was still very valuable.
With a thought, He Siyu had already stored the book in his space of consciousness.
Then there was another book wrapped in a pure green light, called "Lushui Pavilion Mixed Knowledge". The bottom left was signed by the Lanka Mountain Man. Seeing this signature, He Siyu smiled bitterly and shook his head.
This Lankasan was the name of Nalan Chengde, a famous poet in the early Qing Dynasty. Later, because he avoided the name of the Crown Prince Yinreng, he changed his name to Nalan Xingde. He was the poet whose poems were often seen in teaching books, Nalan Xingde.
However, writing lyrics was not very useful to He Siyu now.
Therefore, even if this book was an authentic work, in He Siyu's eyes, it was still something to gain reading points and experience.
After recording it into the world of consciousness, He Siyu took the last book out of the three. It was also a book with a hint of red on the green ball of light.
This book even looked much older than "Mixed Knowledge of Green Water Pavilion"!
And the paper was not modern paper, but very rough ancient paper!
Moreover, when He Siyu saw the words on the title, his heart skipped a beat!
" Green Bag Incomplete Chapter?!"
He Siyu's lips trembled slightly as he muttered,
Green Nang was the Green Nang Book. Legend had it that it was written by Hua Tuo, a divine doctor at the end of the Han Dynasty. Even if he did not learn anything in his life, he had at least 70 - 80% of it.
However, it was such a masterpiece with supreme medical skills that disappeared in the flow of time and space.
And now, the book in He Siyu's hand was actually called the Green Bag Incomplete Chapter. Clearly, it had an extraordinary connection with the Green Bag Book!
Even if it was only an incomplete chapter, if he could learn some medical skills from it, not to mention in the future, even now, He Siyu would be of great use!
Of course, He Siyu knew that this was a book written by a descendant.
This was because the Qingnang book written by Hua Tuo used bamboo slips to record the genre.
It was said that the bamboo slip was passed to a jailer who was guarding Hua Tuo when he was detained by Cao Cao.
The jailer had indeed taken good care of it, but after Hua Tuo's death, the prodigal woman of the jailer had burned the bamboo slips with the green bag book in front of Hua Tuo's grave!
Now that the Green Envelope Book had appeared once again, although it was only an incomplete piece and was clearly written by a descendant,
However, according to the fact that it was qualified to be recorded by the system, the medical skills recorded in this incomplete green bag were undoubtedly authentic.
Apparently, the legend was just a legend. At least part of the contents of the green book had been preserved.
Thinking of this, He Siyu sighed slightly. Just the incomplete chapter was almost at the level of a high-level book.
If it was the whole book or a green envelope book written by Hua Tuo, wouldn't it be classified?
At the very least, it had to be a top-grade high-grade book!
However, with the passage of time, it was already very good that a portion of it was preserved.
He Siyu calmed himself down and kept the books in his consciousness world. Then, he took the three books back to his room and put them away.
It didn't take much effort to enter the book. He Siyu could enter the book on the spot.
However, in order to avoid suspicion, He Siyu used the excuse of borrowing the book and borrowed it home before recording it into the world of consciousness.
After putting the books away, He Siyu didn't rush into the world of consciousness to read them.
Instead, he carefully prepared the soup.
He told He Yuzhu that it was mushroom stewed phoenix, but it was actually chicken stewed with mushrooms.
He lifted the lid of the pot. The old hen was just cooked and not yet cooked. He Siyu hurriedly put in the mushrooms and other ingredients.
Then, he covered the pot and continued to stew.
Not long after, two hours passed in the blink of an eye. The workers of the rolling mill also started to get off work one after another.
Xu Damao was in a good mood. Yesterday, when he went to the countryside to play a movie, the villagers gave him two old hens.
Today, the factory leader was entertaining guests and asked him to play a movie. He received a lot of tips again.
These days were getting more and more popular, making it impossible for Xu Damao to keep a low profile.
"Yo, isn't this Da Mao? The food today is not bad, huh?"
When he passed by Yan Bugui's house, Yan Bugui's eyes were fixed on the pork in his hand.
"Hey, Third Uncle, you're so polite. This bit of meat is nothing.”
Xu Damao said modestly, but he waved the one pound of pork in his hand.
"Virtue ~"
After Xu Damao left, Yan Bugui spat and went back into the house with a depressed look on his face.
"The commoners are really happy today ~"
Xu Damao hummed a little tune with a smug look on his face and returned to his house.
Just as she was about to push the door open and enter, she suddenly realized that something was wrong!
Then, Xu Damao remembered. He tilted his head and looked at the chicken coop by the door.
It was fine if he didn't look, but when he did, the smug look on Xu Damao's face disappeared and was replaced by doubt.
Immediately after, Xu Damao's face darkened. He didn't even enter the door. As he searched for something, he shouted,
"Eh? Lou Xiao'e, didn't I bring back two old hens from the countryside yesterday?”
" Where's the other one?!"
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