"Dr. Zhang said that he was friends with Mr. Xuetang and wanted to ask for one, so I asked him to take one on the table casually, but he didn't take anything else, but took the one, saying that he wanted to leave it for Mr. as a souvenir. If he didn't read it himself, it would be fine, if he read it himself...... Hehe......"

She Yi said meaningfully......

"Ahh......h

She Yu couldn't help laughing!

The brother and sister chatted in the courtyard for a while, agreed to go out for a walk together in the afternoon, and then went back to the house.

She Yi returned to the room, used a celadon bowl to hold some alcohol, then opened a medicine bottle, poured out some pills from it, the pills fell into the alcohol like beads, and suddenly a puff of green smoke came out, and the green smoke was mixed with a strong medicinal fragrance. He hurriedly took out a medicine pestle and crushed all the pills in the bowl......

Half an hour later, She Yi finished the work in her hand, and the two bottles of ointment were successfully combined, and these ointments were the second course of medicine. I will give my sister a bottle, and when they finish taking these two bottles of plaster, the tuberculosis they suffer from should be completely cured. The third course of treatment is to restore the body, which does not require special medications.

He did not plan to be promoted and rich in this world and enjoy the entertainment of dogs and horses, nor did he plan to spread the scientific knowledge of later generations to this era, so that the industrial revolution would come early, let alone take advantage of the troubled times to organize a group of bandits and peasant rebels to chase the world.

In later generations, more than ten years of shopping mall career smoothed out his angular heart. When he was cured, he went out for a walk, traveled through the customs of a thousand years ago, and tasted the exquisite food of a thousand years ago. If you come, you will be safe, and it is good to live quietly for a lifetime, and you don't have to live so hard like in later generations, life is originally a smoke and clouds......

He remembered the last time he saw the water on a nearby beach, which was black, shiny, and smelled fishy. According to his memory, this area is rich in mineral resources, with large quantities of salt, coal, oil, and natural gas. If you have the opportunity, get some oil and gas back, tossing and tossing, maybe it can bring a lot of fun.

Mingzhou Bridge, Baishuijing Cross Long Street, people come and go, here is the most prosperous commercial street in Suide, but also the most densely populated place, Baishuijing has Ding's School to the east, to the north through the county government, to the west is the official road, to the south is the residential area.

At the intersection of Baishuijing Cross Street, there is a chic two-storey small building, the small building is all made of acacia wood dyed with vermilion paint, four bells are hung at the four corners of the second floor, the breeze blows, makes a jingling sound, just like Sanskrit sound, makes the noisy Baishuijing Cross Street a little more colorful.

The small building is called Lanxiang Building, it is a relatively elegant place of rest and entertainment in Suide City, the first floor is for all kinds of precious tea, all kinds of literati, elegant scholars, eunuchs and celebrities often gather here to discuss current affairs and politics.

The second floor is a private room, and there are geisha who specialize in playing music, and ordinary people can't go up.

At this time, it was noon, and at the table under the south window of Lanxiang Building, there was a middle-aged man in a green shirt. The middle-aged man was dressed in scribe's attire and was about thirty or forty years old. His face was full of scum and his eyes were cloudy. There was a pot of tea on the table, and there were a few small droplets of water the size of rice grains on the spout, and it was obvious that the tea in the teapot had cooled.

A few months ago, the Jurchen leader Wanyan Agu rebelled against Liao, and Emperor Tianzuo sent troops to suppress it, and what was surprising was that all the troops sent by Emperor Tianzuo were defeated...... It's shocking.

After about half a pillar of incense, the literati changed the topic and talked about the romance of today's talented and beautiful people in the capital, and the guests at one of the tables should be from the capital, and there was a sense of self-superiority between the words. Suide is just a small border town, and most of the literati and scholars in it are scholars who have failed to make the list every year, and the highest degree is capped. Although this academic qualification is officially recorded, it is still mostly not recognized after it is in a big place. So in the eyes of those tourists in the capital, they seem to have no confidence. In particular, the literati talked about poetry and poetry......

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty with a medical box walked in, this man was none other than Zhang Jizhong, who had just returned from the clinic.

The people chatting with each other were shocked, and they all looked up at Zhang Jizhong. Zhang Jizhong and Li Yiming have been friends for many years, and acquaintances in the neighborhood know that both of them are from Bianjing and settled in this county seven or eight years ago.

Zhang Jizhong's gaze swept around, fell on the man in front of the south window, hurriedly walked over, and sat on the stool opposite.

"One Ming!"

The cloudy man was stunned, came back to his senses, took his eyes away from the teapot, raised his head and looked at Zhang Jizhong and grinned. This old man with a decadent face and cloudy eyes is none other than Mr. Li Yiming in the Ding Family School. That is, the gentleman who watched the Dream of Red Mansions and went crazy.

Since his wife died a year ago, he seems to be a different person. After returning from the school, he stayed in a pinxiang and an orchid building, looking in a trance and confused......

Li Yiming has been teaching in Ding's School for nearly ten years, and most of the people in the county know him, and after seeing his decadent appearance, they have some pity and sympathy. Someone also introduced several women to him, but they were all politely refused.

"Jizhong, have a ......"

Li Yiming flipped up a teacup, poured a cup of tea, his hand trembled, the tea was sprinkled on the table, he put down the teapot indifferently, and wiped the water on the table with his sleeve. Zhang Jizhong hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm. The people around shook their heads......

The men from the capital showed disdainful gazes, and the corners of the mouth of one of the men wearing a scarf flashed together, and the arrogant eyes glanced around indifferently, and returned to the body of his companion.

"It's insulting...... Ladies and gentlemen, how about we write a few poems? ”

"Very good ......"

A few people next to it should drink.

"Brother Feng, what theme do we use to compose poems?"

One of the thin-faced men took a sip of tea on his face and asked slowly. The local scholars on the other tables in the teahouse also looked up at a few scholars from the capital, wanting to see what kind of poems they could make, and if they were unsightly, it would be a good thing to take the opportunity to compose a poem to ridicule them and blow their arrogance.

"Since Brother Feng proposed to compose a poem, he must already have a good work in his chest, so he might as well read it out and let everyone taste it."

Another scholar from the capital said.

"In the past, Song Yu saw King Chu Xiang, and King Chu Xiang asked what hidden virtues he had. Song Yu replied, Qu Gao and Widow. In the next no, I made a show first......"

The man surnamed Feng stared at Li Yiming, pondered for a moment, and slowly recited:

"Last night, the west wind complained and blew down the ice ...... all over the city"

"Good!"

Several people around applauded, although it was only a beginning, but the words were subtle, especially the word "resentment", which gave the cold north a surname. The most important thing is to vividly express the fluttering scene of the snow falling in the early spring in the north.

The man surnamed Feng showed a smug look on his face, stared at Li Yiming and continued.

"The peach and plum don't know the apricot, and the spring is shocked by the snow."

"It's a peach and plum who doesn't know apricots, and the spring is shocked by the snow............ Brother Feng is worthy of being one of the eight talents of Bianjing! ”

One of them didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, "one sentence broke the sky".

In the teahouse, after hearing the words, several local scholars looked angry and embarrassed, and a few strong scholars clenched their fists, their green tendons bulged, and they wanted to be violent. The last sentence of this poem, flying and domineering, clearly means that several people from their capital are Yangchun Baixue, and the locals are Xialiba people.

This is an insult and a provocation. A few scholars on the side hurriedly grabbed a few of them and gestured to the second floor with their eyes. The angry men bowed their heads in hatred.

Zhang Jizhong glanced at the men, put the outpatient box he was carrying on the stool next to him, sat down, and beckoned to the shopkeeper, who hurriedly walked over and wiped off the tea spilled on the table with a linen.

"Yiming, tell you something, I saw the child you said today."

As soon as Zhang Jizhong spoke, Li Yiming was stunned, his cloudy eyes flickered and brightened a little. He pushed the teacup over, paused, and asked.

"Did you see that book of his? Is there any content from the fourth round onwards? ”

"No, but I now believe that he wrote the book. That kid is indeed very comparable, both in demeanor and knowledge, far beyond what you and I know. It can be said that he is the first prodigy in the world today. ”

Zhang Jizhong sighed.

The man surnamed Feng was still staring at Li Yiming, and laughed when he heard what Zhang Jizhong said about the prodigy, and several Beijing scholars on the side also laughed.

"Brother Feng, I didn't expect that there is still a prodigy in this remote place, and he is an illegitimate child, which is really eye-opening for us. Haha......"

Li Yiming's illness when he saw a book had already spread as a joke, and several of them had heard about it when they first came here.