Cassia seed is no stranger to us, and its efficacy and function are also recognized by people from all walks of life. Do you know the legend of cassia seed? Today we illustrate the efficacy of cassia seed through a legend of cassia seed.
Once upon a time, there was an old scholar who got an eye disease before he was sixty. He couldn't see clearly and walked with a cane. People call him a "blind scholar".
One day, a drug dealer from the south passed by him, saw some weeds in front of the door, and asked if the grass seedling was for sale. The old scholar asked in turn, "How much do you pay?" The drug dealer said, "I'll give you as much money as you want." The old scholar thought: these grasses are quite valuable, so he said: "I don't sell them." The drug dealer left when he didn't sell it.
Two days later, the southern drug dealers came again and still wanted to buy the grass. At this time, the grass in front of the blind scholar has grown to more than three feet high, and the stems are full of golden flowers. When the old scholar saw that the drug dealer came to buy it again, he thought it must be valuable. Why else would he keep buying? The old scholar is still reluctant to sell.
In autumn, these weeds produce diamond-shaped, gray-green and bright grass seeds. As soon as the old scholar smelled the grass seed, he thought it must be a good medicine, so he grabbed it and soaked it in water every day. After a long time, his eye disease recovered and he didn't have to walk with crutches. After another month, the drug dealer came to buy weeds for the third time. Seeing that there were no weeds, he asked the old scholar, "Do you sell weeds?" "No", the old scholar told me that weed seeds can cure eye diseases. After hearing this, the drug dealer said, "This grass seed is a good medicine, or I will buy it three times. Called' cassia seed' and' cassia seed', it can cure various eye diseases and improve vision after long-term service. " Later, the old scholar used to drink the tea made by Cassia seed, and he was still in high spirits until he was in his eighties. He once wrote a poem: "A fool is eighty years old, and he is not good at watching stars at night, just because he has been drinking for years."