Chapter 77

Jiang Ping found a piece of white paper and casually wrote a line on it: "The louder the cicadas, the quieter the forest," then smiled contentedly.

"This is what I'll carve!" Jiang Ping quickly decided on the content for the carving and was confident that Su Moran would definitely like it.

However, although he had decided on the content, Jiang Ping did not plan to start immediately. One must eat one bite at a time and handle one thing at a time. At the moment, he still needed to finish the large Hainan rosewood bracelet he had promised Wei Decheng before starting to carve the agarwood figurine.

The next day, Jiang Ping set out early and headed to the courtyard in Huahua Alley. On the way, he bought an electric stove, several large clay pots, and a large wooden bathtub. The electric stove and clay pots were for brewing medicine for Zhao Wanqing, while the wooden bathtub was for Jiang Ping's own medicinal bath.

Jiang Ping brought these items to the gate of the small courtyard, and Huoguo immediately darted out of the dog hole to greet him. After a few days, this intelligent dog had already adapted to its current life. Not only had the wound on its left shoulder healed significantly, but its spirits were also much better. Especially when Huoguo's lively eyes stared at Jiang Ping, it always gave him the illusion that the dog would speak to him next.

"Good boy, Huoguo!" Jiang Ping patted the dog's head affectionately, and Huoguo wagged its tail, rubbing against his legs.

Jiang Ping played with his beloved dog for a while, and when he saw that it was about time, he clapped his hands and said, "Alright, go play by yourself!"

Huoguo, as if understanding Jiang Ping's words, obediently ran to the shade of a big tree. Jiang Ping then moved the items he had just bought into the house and began to brew the ointment for Zhao Wanqing to remove scars.

This formula was also taught to Jiang Ping by Xiang Sheng in his previous life, and it was very effective, though the brewing process was quite complex. Dozens of Chinese herbs had to be boiled in three parts, each part requiring different heat and time, and the person brewing the medicine needed rich experience and great patience.

Jiang Ping placed the herbs in three clay pots, added specially bought purified water, and put them on the electric stove to start brewing. While the medicine was boiling, he stayed by the stove and continued to make the Hainan rosewood bracelet.

After forty minutes, the water in the three clay pots began to boil. At this point, Jiang Ping started to adjust the heat of the electric stove, switching to a low flame to simmer the boiling medicine. This step was crucial; if the heat was insufficient, the active ingredients in the herbs would not be fully released, affecting the effectiveness of the ointment; if the heat was too high, it could destroy some of the active ingredients, also affecting the final result.

Therefore, Jiang Ping had to precisely control the heat to brew a qualified ointment. Fortunately, with the advanced technology of the electric stove that could precisely adjust the heat, and with Jiang Ping's rich experience from his previous life, controlling the heat was not too difficult for him.

In the following few hours, Jiang Ping adjusted the heat according to the situation, maintaining the optimal heat. Although it was summer and he was sweating profusely from standing by the stoves, he did not leave the room, even eating lunch with bread he had prepared in advance.

However, Jiang Ping's hard work was not in vain. By the afternoon, the medicine in the three clay pots had finally been brewed. The originally full three pots of water had been reduced to less than a bowl. The medicine had become very thick, looking like an ointment.

Jiang Ping poured the medicine from the three clay pots into glass bottles that he had prepared in advance, sealed the bottle mouths while they were still hot, and placed them in the room to cool naturally. These brewed medicines had to be stored separately and mixed only before application, otherwise, they would affect the effectiveness.

Moreover, the freshly brewed medicine had to be stored for more than two days to allow the smoke and fire from the brewing process to completely dissipate before use. This was why Jiang Ping had agreed with Zhao Wanqing to apply the medicine a few days later.

After brewing the medicine for Zhao Wanqing, Jiang Ping cleaned the clay pots and began to brew the herbs needed for his own medicinal bath. Relatively speaking, brewing the medicine for the bath was much easier. An hour later, Jiang Ping had already poured the medicine into the large wooden bathtub and added more hot water, ready to start the bath.

Jiang Ping stripped naked and slowly stepped into the large wooden bathtub. To ensure the effectiveness of the medicinal bath, he deliberately kept the water temperature in the bathtub quite high. When he first entered, the heat made him grimace and gasp for air.

However, his experience from his previous life told him that to achieve the best results from the medicinal bath, he had to endure this pain. So he did not hesitate, holding a straw in his mouth to breathe and immersing his entire body in the medicine.

The medicine touched his skin, causing a burning and stinging sensation. Combined with the already high water temperature, this pain became even more unbearable. Especially in sensitive areas like his eyes, mouth, and groin, where the skin was more delicate, the stinging sensation was even more intense, almost unbearable.

However, Jiang Ping clearly understood the principle that "only by enduring great hardship can one become a superior person." Since he had decided to re-practice the Xuan Kong Decree after his rebirth, enduring this pain was a necessary path, and there was absolutely no room for retreat.

Jiang Ping endured the pain, trying to stay immersed in the medicine for as long as possible, breathing through the straw in his mouth. This way, he did not have to lift his head to breathe, which would affect the effectiveness of the medicinal bath.

Jiang Ping knew that the effectiveness of the medicine would soon weaken, and within an hour, the medicine in the bathtub would be ineffective. Therefore, he had to make the most of every minute to fully enjoy the benefits of the medicinal bath.

Indeed, after a while, Jiang Ping found that the initial pain had started to subside and was no longer as unbearable as at the beginning. As time passed, the pain gradually weakened and eventually disappeared completely.

Immersed in the medicine, Jiang Ping knew that the effectiveness of the medicine had completely disappeared, and staying in any longer would be harmful rather than beneficial. So he quickly got out of the bathtub, put on a pair of shorts, and planned to rinse off the remaining medicine before Zhang Chenlin came home.

Seeing his owner who had been in the house all day come out, Huoguo immediately wagged its tail and came up to him. It curiously sniffed Jiang Ping's body, then sneezed several times and quickly moved away. It occasionally turned to look at Jiang Ping, its eyes showing a hint of grievance, as if wondering why his owner smelled so bad.

Huoguo's human-like behavior made Jiang Ping laugh, but he did not waste time. He quickly rinsed his body, put on his clothes, and poured out the remaining medicine from the bathtub before rushing back home.

In the morning, Zhu Yun had reminded him to come home early. Tonight, Jiang Ping would stay up until midnight, as he could check his exam results by phone after twelve o'clock.

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