Xiucai is only the first step for a scholar, to be able to be admitted to Xiucai, at least a learned person, and the next step is to be admitted to the master.

Even if you don't take office as an official, you can get the court's salary, but Xiucai is not, there is nothing, if you can't pass the exam, you can only choose to be a teacher, or buy some calligraphy, painting and writing to make a living.

Wang Han is a proud person, when he was young, he was admitted to Xiucai, he had ambitions in his heart, he was determined to be admitted to the lifter, and he never thought of bowing his head, bending down to be a teacher, or buying and selling words.

Young Xiucai is very popular when he arrives there, because such a person may be able to leap into the dragon gate and become a dignitary that day; the old Xiucai, but not many people pay attention to it, and such a person, in the eyes of most people, has no place worth investing in.

When you are young, you can't be lifted, and when you're older, it's not easy to get lifted.

Therefore, although Dr. Li of Tongrentang is also a flat-headed commoner, when he saw Wang Xiucai, he did not hesitate to be colorful, and even dared to sneer.

Being able to ridicule a talented man with a reputation and a former prodigy, Dr. Li has a special comfort in his heart: "It's useless to be a scholar, what is the use of reading so many books and having a high status, it's not that you want to come to me, it's not to whisper to me." ”

Dr. Li squinted at Wang Han, condescending and domineering.

"If you don't have money, I can't cure this disease, now you can go. ”

Wang Han put the prince down and gently rested on the ground, Dr. Li's color changed, and he said angrily: "Wang Xiucai, what are you doing here, it's really bad luck to put a dead man here, take it away quickly, otherwise I will ask someone to drive you out." ”

"He's not dead yet!"

Wang Han's eyes were on fire, and he immediately dimmed: "He was just injured and fell unconscious, Doctor Li, you have mercy, save him, save people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter." ”

"What is the use of Futu, can it be used as money, can it be used as food and drink?"

Doctor Li sneered in his heart: "Wang Xiucai, you are a scholar, you should also understand the reason, it's not that I don't save it, you also know that our Tongrentang family has a big business, and there are hundreds of people who want to rely on my small shop to eat, if I am merciful today, tomorrow I will be merciful, I can't open this shop, just do a good house, if you have money, it's easy to say anything, if you don't have money, it's useless to say more." ”

waved his hand: "Please go back, no money, people, I won't save it!"

"Doctor Li, for the sake of Teng'er for so many years, he has been picking herbs for Guitang, you can save him, the money, I will borrow it slowly, and I will definitely pay it back." ”

"You are so unreasonable, he is collecting medicine, but our Tongrentang have paid the money, what does it have to do with us, besides, you want to raise money, you go there to borrow, for so many years, you have borrowed all the money you can borrow. ”

Doctor Li's face was unhappy, and he called a small servant: "Drive them out, for the New Year, in case someone dies here, bad luck." ”

"Get out!"

The little guy was full of flesh and strong body, grabbed Wang Ziteng with both hands, threw him out, lifted Wang Han's collar again, dragged him out, stood at the door, and said viciously: "Come and make trouble again, break your dog's legs!"

After speaking, there was a bang, and the door of Tongrentang was closed.

People are poor and bullied!

"Teng'er!"

Wang Han didn't care about reasoning with others, so he hurriedly ran to Wang Ziteng's side, touched his nostrils with his hand, and there was still hot air flowing, and he didn't lose his breath.

Glancing at Tongrentang, Wang Han had anger in his eyes, seeing that he was not able to save himself, he was not as good as a human being, but even so, he could only helplessly pick up Wang Ziteng and rush home.

No one wants to diagnose and treat Wang Ziteng, Wang Ziteng is alive or dead, and he can only resign himself to fate.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, on this shijie, no one will do good things for no reason.

Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief, the old saying is true.

Most of the people who do good deeds have intentions.

Back at home, Wang Han put Wang Ziteng on the bed, walked to the rice jar, looked at a few rice grains in the jar, his nose was sore, and his eyes were hazy with tears.

"Wang Xiucai, is Ziteng better?"

A man broke in, dressed in coarse cloth, with dark skin, eyes like copper bells, big ears, and a small bag of things: "This is a little wormed worm rice, if you don't mind, just make do with it." ”

"What's so embarrassing about this?" Wang Han couldn't bear to refuse.

A porridge and a meal, when thinking about it is not easy, a stitch and a thread, when thinking about material resources is difficult.

"It's just a little worm, and it's not a good thing, even if you take it, it's all neighbors, who doesn't have a down-and-out time. ”

This person is Wang Han's neighbor Wang Qiang, who is burly and very straightforward.

"Ziteng, how is he, I heard that he fell from the mountain, is it okay?"

"He ----!"

When Wang Han heard this, he couldn't help but burst into tears again, the tears he had shed since this day were almost more than in a lifetime, he cried at every turn, the man didn't flick his tears, but he didn't get to the sad place, and when it really came to that sad time, who could hold back the tears?

"He, what's wrong, is it serious?"

Wang Qiang crossed Wang Han and walked in front of Wang Ziteng in one step, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Wang Ziteng open his eyes, and Wang Ziteng's mind was turning over and over all the memories of Wang Ziteng in this fourteen years of Shijie.

This shijie is the Tiantong Dynasty, which is similar to the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties on the earth, but it is a dynasty that has never appeared in history, this is an era of respect for readers, as long as the books are read well, there is nothing that cannot be done.

And the person in front of him is his neighbor Wang Qiang, who often helps his own family, often brings some white rice, and is stunned to say that there are worms in the rice, and then give it to himself.

"Uncle Wang!"

Wang Ziteng said: "I'm fine, xiexie your concern, in the future, if I have the ability, I will definitely repay you." ”

Now that he has arrived at this shijie, since everything cannot be changed, since he can't go back to the past, Wang Ziteng decided to live in this shijie, so that he could live.

Don't seek to be rich and expensive, just to have no worries about food and clothing, and live this life quietly.

"Well, it's okay. ”

Wang Qiang nodded: "You are injured, your father is in a hurry, I just heard about it, so I came over to take a look, it's okay, it's okay if you're injured, just rest, I'll go back first." ”

"Then I won't send Uncle Wang. ”

Wang Ziteng had a smile on his face and was polite.

Wang Qiang turned around and left, Wang Han had come to the bedside very surprised, he didn't care about Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang understood Wang Han's mood at this time, and he didn't care, nor did he greet Wang Han, and walked away.

"Teng'er, are you okay?"

Wang Han looked at the haggard child in front of him and asked cautiously, "Do you recognize who I am?"

Wang Ziteng nodded and asked, "Daddy, did we go to Tongrentang just now?"

Wang Ziteng, who was in a coma, vaguely knew that the people of Tongrentang drove out his father and son, and they would not save him when they died.

"No, you have a good rest, don't worry about anything else. ”

Wang Han had a smile on his face: "In the future, you just take care of haode reading, and after the Lantern Festival, I will send you to Hongyi School to study, and I will do the things at home." ”

"Aren't you studying for the exam?"

Wang Ziteng looked at his father in front of him in surprise, his father has always been a person who has always taken scientific research as his own responsibility and his hands do not touch the spring water, how can he suddenly change his long-cherished wish for decades.

"Scientific expedition?"

Wang Han smiled miserably: "What else is the test, my father is fifty years old, and I can't pass the test, it seems that I am destined to have no career, instead of doing these meaningless things, it is better to earn some money to support my family." ”

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