roccoschili The First Champion Chapter 189
The First Champion Chapter 189
As soon as Yang Lin left, the attitudes of the officials immediately improved, and they laughed around her and said, "What did this girl say? Why didn't you say it earlier when you knew Shaozai? It's not that the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple. You can't see gold inlaid with jade, this is your land deed, the girl takes it."
2 Chapter Thirty Scientists of the Northern Song Dynasty (fifth change, add 2/18 for liveaben)
The sky is clear and the sky is bright.
In a small courtyard of a farmhouse, a black cat lay lazily, and the little girl next door sneaked into the kitchen in the courtyard to look for food.
The black cat squinted at her for a while, then closed it again, with a look of indifference.
A cat has the pride of a cat, and it is impossible to guard the house, even if the most precious thing in the house is being stolen.
The little girl touched half of the nest and was about to leave when she heard a rustle outside the blue curtain. She quietly opened a corner, only to see a tall young man in expensive clothes sticking to Sister Rong. Dally, not afraid of heat.
This man was born with a fair complexion, phoenix eyes, a straight nose, and his eyebrows slanted into his temples. Compared with the dark men in the nearby villages, he was so much better-looking. The little girl's heart thumped, and for some reason she suddenly felt sour. Yifa felt that the cornbread was hard to swallow.
Sister Rong's cheeks were flushed, water was dripping from the corners of her eyes, she was several times more beautiful than usual.
"What's your name?" The man's voice was so magnetic that the heart of the little bitch who stole the corn-tou jumped.
She really wanted to escape here immediately, because she was in danger of being discovered at any time, but she couldn't move her legs no matter what.
"Don't, don't! It's so embarrassing, young master, my slave's name is Liu Rongniang, and my parents call me Rongrong."
"Rongrong deserves to be used to doing crops, her body is so strong and flexible."
Rong Niang was a little annoyed, and said bitterly: "Don't look down on the farmers, here, everyone says that I am more beautiful than the daughter of a big family in Bianliang!"
After a while, Sister Rongrong's two beautiful feet were lifted up, like a little weasel, she climbed out, leaned on a tree, panting, bit the cornbread bitterly, The hard cornbread had knocked out one of her teeth.
She bared her teeth in pain, and somehow the little bitch, holding the sweet steamed bun, had no appetite at all.
She let go of her feet, ran to Zhang Dahu's field, and chatted with old man Liu.
Old man Liu threw down his hoe and ran home quickly.
In the kitchen, Old Man Liu looked at the scene in front of him, raised his stick and smashed it down.
Yang Lin has been cultivating both internally and externally for two years. The subtlety of Taoism lies in making people sharp in hearing and eyes.
He raised his hand to grab the wooden stick, and did not forget to grab the clothes to cover the body of the girl under him. The girl thought of dying a long time ago, buried her head on the ground, and pretended to be an ostrich.
"You bastard, I'll kill you."
Yang Lin felt a little embarrassed, Zhenyi said: "You are Rong Niang's father, I will send someone to welcome her into Bianliang City soon, after I leave you are not allowed to beat her, understand?"
Old man Liu froze on the spot, opened his eyes as the brocade-clothed young man escaped from his small courtyard, and before he had gone far, some soldiers suddenly appeared nearby, pulling out their horses to surround him and leave.
That night, old man Liu drank a lot of wine, while his wife was busy cutting cloth and making clothes. The next day, a carriage arrived. This is the suburb of Kaifeng, and the villagers are well-informed, but no one saw Such a beautiful horse and such a luxurious carriage.
Liu Rongniang's cheeks were flushed, she was not yet old enough to talk about marriage, she sat in the gorgeous carriage that appeared in her dreams several times, her mind was dizzy, she didn't know what she was thinking.
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In Zhaodefang, Yang Lin strolled, followed by his nephew Xu Shuwei.
After the Yang family was passed down to Yang Tong, it was almost extinct. Few relatives have no clan, which is a big flaw.
In this era, clan means a lot to a person, so he attaches great importance to these relatives of his natal family.
Xu Shuwei picked up some simple medicinal principles and explained them to Yang Lin, but he was still overwhelmed.
To be honest, Yang Lin admired Xu Shuwei's ability to resign from office to study medical skills. The average life expectancy of people in this era is so short, and it is because they are prone to death due to illness.
If something can be achieved, it will be very useful to the country and the people.
Yang Lin suddenly asked: "You have been studying medicine for so long, but has there ever been a doctor's writing?"
Xu Shuwei blushed, a little embarrassed, but a little proud and said: "I only wrote three books, "Songs of Treatise on Febrile Diseases", "Treatise on Treatise on Febrile Diseases", and "Ninety Treatises on Febrile Diseases."
Yang Lin nodded, not knowing the significance of these three books in the history of Chinese medicine for the treatment of typhoid fever.Although he is much younger than Xu Shuwei, but as an elder, he still put on airs and said: "Since you have abandoned your official position to become a doctor, you must study hard, write a lot of books, and make some achievements. If not, you will be ridiculed." .”
Xu Shuwei even claimed that he was taught with an open mind.
Typhoid fever was the most common disease in ancient times, and it often took the lives of patients who contracted it. There was a big problem in the Song Dynasty, which was the lack of labor.
Yang Lin intends to discuss with Cai Jing to build some government-run medical clinics in various places to ensure that the poor can also see a doctor.
Cai Jing has always been quite enthusiastic about this, so he probably wouldn't object. Seeing that he was silent, Xu Shuwei thought that Xiao Tangjiu was not interested in medical skills, so he casually told some interesting things he knew.
Yang Lin answered the conversation one after another, until he mentioned that he also knew someone who studied mathematics, Yang Lin suddenly became interested.
"Call me to come to see you at my house some other day."
Uncle Xu smiled and said: "We made an appointment to go to Fanlou in the evening to clean up my little nephew. If my cousin wants to see him, he can do so now."
Sure enough, the friends of scientists are all scientists, which is also called like attracts like.
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After Jia Xian handed over the door sticker, he walked around the door awkwardly, and the gatekeepers of Yang's residence didn't bother to invite him into the concierge to rest his legs.
Uncle Xu ran out in a hurry, and when he saw him, he greeted him all the way, "Jia Xian, why did you come, my cousin can't wait."
"What kind of man is Shaozai? If I don't go back to the mansion to clean my face and change my clothes, how dare I come." Jia Xian saluted, before he could finish a sentence, he was dragged into the mansion by Xu Shuwei.
"Don't come to this false ceremony, if you don't come again, I can't explain it."
Zhaode Square is wide and deep. Jia Xian walked for a long time, his legs were sore. He walked across the courtyard, turned to the right and passed a moon gate, bypassing flower beds and rockeries, and faced another fragrant pavilion.
After passing through the house, Xu Shuwei took him to Yang Lin's study room. Anyone who came in would be overwhelmed, and Jia Xian was no exception.
In this study, apart from the calligraphy and paintings of the Son of Heaven, which are Cai Jing's, the rest are Wang Xizhi's authentic works, Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and Wu Daozi's paintings.
"You are Jia Xian?" Yang Lin asked with a smile.
"Cao Min is right." Jia Xian stood with his hands down, his heart beating wildly, and his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly. Although the man in front of him was young, he was the biggest official he had ever seen in his life.
Looking at the person in front of him, he is about forty years old, his face is full of weather and frost, and his blue shirt has been washed and turned white. It seems that he is not living well.
Yang Lin raised his eyebrows lightly, and said with a smile, "Do you have any fame?"
Jia Xian's face turned red, "The grassroots are on the go all day long, and have no time to study classics and history, and missed the three exams."
Xu Shuwei was on the sidelines to help his friend: "I don't know, but Jia Xian has real talents."
Yang Lin glared at him, and said, "Why don't you have fame if you are talented?"
"What Shaozai said, the grassroots don't agree with it." Annoyed, Jia Xian forgot the etiquette, and talked eloquently, saying: "Mathematics has existed since ancient times, and the way of the six arts can be achieved by real numbers. The secrets of Hetu and Luoshu's development, The eight trigrams and the nine domains are intricate and subtle, and they are extremely useful for Dayan and Huangji. The ancient sages still paid more attention to them. How can ordinary people today ignore them because they are at the end of the six arts!