Ye Qingfeng imitated his brother and cupped his hands. However, he was much more talkative.
"Father always talks about how good Uncle Qin is. I thought about it every day that Uncle Qin must be amiable. Perhaps he's just like Maitreya Buddha, kind-looking and blessed. Looking at Uncle Qin today, it's true."
"Hahaha…" Shopkeeper Qin couldn't help but laugh heartily when he heard this. He was so happy that his face was red as he praised Ye Dashan.
"Dashan, your three children really know how to talk! They're very pleasant!"
Ye Dashan nodded proudly and praised his children with a smile.
"There's ink and paper here. Write the prescription first. The clerk outside called for me. I'll go out and take a look," Shopkeeper Qin stood up and said kindly.
Ye Dashan and the others thanked him again and watched Shopkeeper Qin leave.
Ye Qingyu walked to the table and wanted to pick up a brush to write on her own. However, on second thought, she changed her mind and said to her first younger brother, Ye Qingshu,
"First younger brother, I'll tell you what to write. I'm weak and don't have much strength. I can't write well."
Although she had the original owner's memories and her body's instincts, she had never written calligraphy herself. As soon as she started writing, she would definitely be unfamiliar with it. It was better not to write it on her own.
Ye Qingshu did not suspect anything. He immediately nodded and sat down. He picked up the brush and dipped it gently in the ink. Then, he looked up at Ye Qingyu, indicating that she could start.
Ye Qingyu smiled and smoothly explained the medicinal herbs in the prescription. Meanwhile, Ye Qing wrote very quickly and steadily.
"Qingshu, from the way you write, I can tell that you haven't stopped practicing for the past two years," Ye Qingyu looked at her first brother's handwriting and said with relief.
"Big sister, you're right! Big Brother often dips his hand in water to practice or write with a tree branch. Every morning, he wakes up an hour earlier than me just to practice calligraphy. He also sleeps late at night to practice calligraphy."
Ye Qingfeng immediately replied. He lived in the same room as his brother and knew his brother's hard work the best.
"It's all my fault for not being capable. I don't have the money to buy you paper and ink, so I couldn't…" Ye Dashan looked at his son with heartache. He thought to himself that he had to think of a way to borrow another sum of money so that his son could study and become an Elementary Scholar.
However, he only had a few taels of silver on hand now, but this was his daughter's dowry. This money belonged to his daughter.
Perhaps he could discuss this with his daughter and use this money to buy some books, ink, paper, and inkstones for his son to participate in the examination in two months to see if he could pass the Elementary Scholar examination.
"Father, let's not talk about this anymore." Ye Qingshu interrupted his father and picked up the prescription. He blew dry the brush and ink. "Let's quickly ask if this prescription can be used."
Ye Dashan responded and took the prescription from his son. He walked out first with Ye Qingshu and the others following behind him.
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"Is the prescription done?" Shopkeeper Qin smiled and greeted them when he saw them come out.
"It just so happens that Doctor Li doesn't have a patient now. Give it to him and let him take a look."
They were all in the same hall, so Doctor Li, who was sitting at the door, naturally heard it. He looked at Ye Dashan and the others.
Ye Dashan quickly nodded at him in greeting and quickly walked up to him with a pleading smile.
"Doctor Li, sorry to trouble you. My daughter read this prescription from a medical book. She wanted to treat my father's old illness. His symptoms are…"
Ye Dashan explained in detail the diagnosis that a few doctors had diagnosed his father in the past. He even mentioned the previous prescription. During this period of time, if there were any flaws or unclear explanations, Ye Qingshu would add on.