False evidence

Chapter 364 Birthday Celebration
"Is the earth endowed with heavenly treasures and wondrous clouds?"

Yan Fengwei looked at me.

I asked Grandpa, "Why are you looking for that thing?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't this all for you, kid? How much wealth do you have? It's hard for you to prepare a huge gift, but if we can find this peerless book, the gift will be waived. Even if your wife's black blood disease can't be cured, she should be able to live for several decades without any problem."

I was overjoyed to hear this and quickly rummaged through my bag to find the tattered book and handed it over.

"Take a look, is this the one?"

The old man glanced at it and was immediately stunned.

His hands trembled slightly as he turned several pages.

"Hey kid, where did you get this book?"

"I took it from her house."

I pointed to An Xin, "That pocket was used to hold this book before."

After I told him how I obtained the incomplete book, Grandpa slapped his thigh and said:
"My goodness, this is truly a case of finding something without even looking for it!"

I asked Grandpa anxiously, "If we give this book to Kumu Hall, will they be able to cure Pidan's illness?"

Grandpa's eyes darted around, and he handed the book back to me, saying with a sly grin:
"You don't need to give it to anyone, just keep it. If anyone asks, just say it's an heirloom from your family. Hehe, no need to prepare any gifts. This time, it's not us begging them, it's them begging us."

I looked at An Xin, my face burning slightly.

Saying this in front of one's own family is rather shameless.

The master didn't say anything more, and had Erpang light a charcoal fire to stew the dragon head soup.

Once the aroma of fish filled the air, he placed the whole pine cone inside and immediately covered the pot with the lid.

Strangely enough, although the fish wasn't killed but put into the pot alive, it should have died from the boiling water. But as soon as the pine nuts were put in, the casserole seemed to come alive and start thrashing around.

Pidan asked me in a low voice, "What is that thing? Why does it look like a child's head?"

I dare not say the origin of Usnea fruit, but I vaguely say that it is a 'ginseng fruit' that can treat common blood diseases.

Grandpa, with his sharp ears, rolled his eyes at me and said, "Ginseng fruit my ass! If you don't explain clearly, she'll only feel more nauseous after drinking this fish soup. If she throws up, that would be a waste."

Seeing that the preserved egg was looking at me suspiciously, I had no choice but to tell the truth.

The pine needle fruit is a type of fungus that grows on the head of the dead. The coffin in which this pine needle fruit grows contains the remains of four generations, hence it is also called the Four Generations Pine Needle Fruit.

The term "black blood disease" that Grandpa and Erpang mentioned is a traditional Chinese medicine term.

In Western medicine, it's called leukemia.

The book "Yunwu Qizhi" states that Usnea has the effect of clearing the blood vessels, and Usnea from the fourth generation has even more miraculous effects.

Therefore, Lin Xiaohua's suggestion that I take this Usnea fruit was truly a great gift for me and Pidan.

The casserole finally stopped moving. When the lid was lifted, the dragon head lily and the pine nuts had already dissolved.

Grandpa then grabbed a handful of some unknown powder and sprinkled it into the pot. The originally thick, milky-white fish soup turned into clear water in a short time and stopped boiling.

Grandpa said to Pidan, "Girl, don't feel disgusted. It's just medicine. It can save your life."

Yan Fengwei sniffed and said, "Can I taste what it tastes like?"

The old man snorted: "If you're not afraid of dying, then drink it."

Yan Fengwei was just talking; he wouldn't actually try it.

After being persuaded by my grandfather and me, Pidan drank the entire pot of watery soup clean.

An hour later, the old man took the egg's pulse again and said it was all right. Within a hundred days, the medicinal effects of the pine needle dragon's head would prevent the ghost butterfly's eggs from absorbing yin life.

Grandpa refused to fly no matter what, so Yan Fengwei and I had to book train tickets.

The next morning, the group boarded the train back home. Monkey, having heard we were coming back, specially drove the clinic's van to pick us up.

On the way back to Sanfenzhong Street, he said to us:

"You're back just in time. Get home and tidy up. Come over to my place for dinner tonight."

I said, "It's inconvenient with so many of us."

The monkey said, "It's more lively with more people! To tell you the truth, today is my grandma's 70th birthday!"

Pidan's mom exclaimed, "Oh dear, how could I forget that? Your grandma is sixty-nine this year, isn't she?"

Pidan explained to me that, according to local custom, elderly people must celebrate their birthday a year in advance.

I smiled and said to my grandfather, "Old man, you're in luck! You've just arrived home and there's already a feast to enjoy."

The old man murmured absentmindedly, "Time waits for no one. If that woman were still alive, she would be about this age. It's the 22nd of the second lunar month, which is also her birthday today."

When we got home, I showed Grandpa and Erpang around the house, upstairs and downstairs.

With a touch of vanity, I asked Grandpa, "Is our new house alright?"

Without a word, the old man walked to the corner of the study, examined the wood carvings on the display cabinet, and after a moment turned back to ask:

"Why are you keeping all this junk in your house?"

I said, "This was left by the original owner. To be honest, they were all my fellow apprentices."

The old man asked in surprise, "You said you studied physiognomy, did you become a disciple of Guiguzi?"

After I recounted how I learned physiognomy, Grandpa was somewhat lost in thought again. "Goodness, how could it be so unlucky?"

I thought to myself, "I haven't seen him for two years, why has the old man become so eccentric?"
After quickly tidying up, they went to Monkey's house together with Fang Ling.

My impression of Third Grandma was that she was a bit aloof. Although it was supposed to be her birthday celebration, she didn't invite anyone other than us, her close neighbors.

When we arrived, the old lady was busy in the kitchen as usual.

The moment he entered the house, the old man froze. He didn't even acknowledge the monkey who came to greet him.

I pulled him back, but before I could say anything, he suddenly turned and walked away.

As he stepped out the door with one leg, he came face to face with the Third Grandma who was bringing in the dishes.

The plate of vegetables in Grandma San's hand fell to the ground with a crash and shattered into pieces.

"you you……"

Third Aunt stared at the old man, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Grandpa slapped his thigh: "Hey, little sister, it's you!"

Now it was my turn, Monkey's turn, and the others who were stunned.

These two old people actually know each other?
Grandma San stared blankly at the man, biting her lower lip, looking like a young girl experiencing her first love and having a tiff with her sweetheart.

After a while of this stalemate, Granny San suddenly beckoned to the monkey, "Wenqiang, come here and kowtow!"

The monkey walked over blankly, "Grandma, it's not time for the formal birthday celebration yet..."

Grandma San pointed a trembling finger at my grandfather, "Kowtowing, kowtowing to him, kowtowing to your grandfather!"

"Grandpa?"

The monkey was completely bewildered.

Grandpa was stunned, his body trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease. He took two unsteady steps forward, "Little sister, what did you say?"

Grandma San wiped her eyes. "You old bastard, you just left like that back then, I didn't even have time to tell you I was pregnant!"

(End of this chapter)