After inspecting the blacksmith workshop, Zhang Miao turned around and went to the academy again, and before he entered the door, he heard the sound of Langlang reading, and immediately smiled.

Feng Cheng, Du Liang, Lu Yuan and others have already performed their duties and are teaching literacy to schoolchildren in the classroom.

Sima Hui was appointed by Zhang Miao as the faculty of the college, and in addition to teaching, he also had to take charge of management.

To be honest, Sima Hui is very resistant to these trivial matters, and he doesn't mind teaching, but he is impatient to teach these schoolchildren who don't know anything.

However, Sima Hui did not appreciate the thousand-character textbook compiled by Zhang Miao, and thought that it was a rare enlightenment textbook.

"Haha, what's a thousand-word essay?" Fan A, a professor of medicine at the college who I just met, said with a smile, "The young patriarch Tianzong is a genius, and the book "Compendium of Materia Medica" compiled by him is simply a precedent for doctors. ”

"He still knows how to he?" Sima Hui asked in surprise.

Fan A smiled slightly: "He knows a little about medical skills, but he can write unprecedented medical classics out of thin air." ”

Sima Hui said in disbelief: "How is it possible! ”

Fan A said mysteriously: "Brother Decao, have you ever heard of the Heavenly Grant of Knowledge, the young patriarch is." ”

Fan A was about to tell Sima Hui about the various knowledge that Zhang Miao had taught Zhang Miao in his dream, when he heard a "cough", and Zhang Miao walked into the office.

"Haha, young patriarch, you are finally here, hurry up and write down the next chapter of the Compendium of Materia Medica!" Fan A immediately threw down Sima Hui and pulled Zhang Miao's sleeve and shouted.

"Oh, Mr. Fan, you are a generation of masters, the first disciple of the divine doctor Hua Tuo, can you not pull my sleeve at every turn." Zhang Miao said helplessly.

Fan A laughed and said, "As long as you can write down the complete compendium of materia medica, I will be happy to do whatever I want!" ”

Looking at the two laughing people, Sima Hui was a little dumbfounded, he chatted with Fan A for a while, and admired Fan A very much, he didn't expect that such a miracle doctor would pull Zhang Miao's sleeve and ask for something Compendium of Materia Medica, could it be that Compendium of Materia Medica?

"Okay, I'll write it in a moment." Zhang Miao agreed to start work, so that Fan A let him go satisfied.

"I'll go to the medical hall first, young patriarch, at noon, I must see a chapter of the Compendium of Materia Medica." Fan Ah finally left.

"Young Patriarch, do you really understand medical skills?" Sima Hui asked in surprise.

Zhang Miao could only tell the things taught in the dream of Liuhou.

"Since Liuhou is an immortal in the sky, he should know the immortals who cultivate the Tao, I heard that Zhuangzi wrote a "Getaway", I have only read half of the fragments, can you please ask Liuhou to teach the complete "Getaway"?"

Sima Hui was skeptical of Zhang Miao's words, so he said tentatively that if Zhang Miao could write "Getaway", Sima Hui would believe in what kind of knowledge was bestowed by God to stay in Suhui.

Zhang Miao smiled bitterly: "Duke De Cao, where I want to let the Hou dream if I want to." Liuhou only gave me a dream. However, the virtue is very coincidental, and the Marquis taught me to travel freely. ”

"Really!" Sima Hui exclaimed in surprise.

Sima Hui is proficient in yin and yang, ancient and modern scriptures, but what he admires most is Taoism who advocates inaction, but the most regrettable thing is that he has not seen the whole Taoist classic "Getaway". Now I hear Zhang Miao say that there is a full book of Getaway, how can you not be surprised?

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is;

......

Therefore, it is said: To man without self, God and man without merit, saint without name. ”

Zhang Miao Langlang recited it, a total of more than 800 words, and it took only a moment.

Sima Hui closed his eyes slightly, listened carefully, and found that it was better than what he knew. It should be the whole book!

"That, young patriarch, can you write out the Getaway Ink?" Sima Hui said excitedly.

Zhang Miao smiled bitterly: "Mr. Decao also saw it just now, Mr. Fan is still waiting for me to write the "Compendium of Materia Medica"......"

Sima Hui smiled: "I'll call Qian'er to come over, you can just put it on her back twice." ”

said without waiting for Zhang Miao to answer, and immediately went out. After a while, he pulled Sima Qian back.

Zhang Miao was helpless, and recited it twice, and when she continued to be recited for the third time, Sima Qian shook her hand: "Okay, don't memorize it, people remember it." ”

"I only need to read it twice and you can remember?" Zhang Miao was shocked.

Sima Qian rolled her eyes: "I can't remember it twice, isn't it stupid to die?" ”

"Ahem, ahem." Sima Hui coughed desperately, his face flushed.

"Father, I didn't mean you." Sima Qian hurriedly said to Sima Hui.

"Young patriarch, please get busy, please get busy." Sima Hui glared at his daughter, and Zhang Miao said.

Zhang Miao smiled dumbly, went to his office room, sat in front of him, and began to copy the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

In less than half an hour, I saw Sima Qian walking in.

"Miss Sima, is "Getaway" finished?" Zhang Miao raised her head and glanced at her, and said casually.

"Scared, it's only 800 words, how much effort can be wasted." Sima Qian came over, took a look at the white silk that Zhang Miao had copied, and frowned, "Young Patriarch, your writing is so ugly!" ”

Zhang Miao's face was slightly red, and she snatched it back, "Don't mess up." ”

Although he practiced calligraphy with a brush in college, he can only see how his handwriting can be compared with that of the ancients.

"Cut, stingy!" Sima Qian gave Zhang Miao a good-looking look, walked around the room with her hands behind her back, and leaned over from time to time to take a look.

was a little upset by her, Zhang Miao threw down the pen.

"What? Written? Sima Qian smiled.

Zhang Miao rolled her eyes and said, "Miss Sima, your memory is so powerful!" ”

Sima Qian put her hands behind her back and raised her little face, and said proudly: "Of course, as long as I have heard and seen something, I can remember it." ”

Zhang Miao smiled: "How about that girl do me a favor?" ”

Sima Qian said with a grin: "You say, what do you help?" ”

Zhang Miao said: "That Fan A urged me to write the "Compendium of Materia Medica" all day long, but I have so many things to do, sometimes I can't take care of it at all. Miss Sima, why don't you help me? I will recite the "Compendium of Materia Medica" to you, how about you memorize it and then write it out silently? ”

Sima Qian stretched out a finger against her face, tilted her head and looked at Zhang Miao: "It's good, but what's in it for me?" ”

Zhang Miao smiled: "Girl, what do you want, just say it, except for making a promise!" ”

Sima Qian took a sip of "puff", thought for a while, and said, "I don't want anything else, you recruit the girls in the village into the academy as soon as possible." ”

As a professor of women's studies, there is not even a girl in the college, how can Sima Qian bear it? But she wanted to give lessons to the boys, but Sima Hui didn't let her, and she couldn't say that it was unorthodox.

"It's just a trivial matter, girl, okay." Zhang Miao said with a smile.

PS: Well, it's a question if there's a shift at night.