Human... humanoid lathe?
Li Ang was stunned. He took the copper ball thrown by Cheng Juxiu and weighed it in his hand.
Heavy, solid, and still retains some residual heat from the time of melting and casting.
"With the aid of tools, a Cloud Patrolling Realm monk can be worth thirty, fifty or even more outstanding craftsmen."
Cheng Juxiu said with a smile: "Of course, a monk's time and energy are extremely precious. It is too late to spend every day breathing, opening up the sea of qi, and improving one's cultivation. It is impossible to lower one's status to serve high-ranking officials.
Even those who can train themselves to regain their strength, no one will go to the dock to carry big bags.
Only when we encounter some problems that ordinary manpower cannot solve, the Academy will transfer us.
For example, killing evil spirits, controlling floods, building mountains when encountering mountains, building bridges when encountering rivers, etc. "
“These things help people’s livelihoods.
The monks of the Yu Kingdom were supported by the whole country, so they should naturally bear corresponding responsibilities, instead of being like the monks of other countries who feel that they are naturally superior to others when they have some strength, so they should dominate and dominate. "
Pu Liuxuan said lightly, turned to look at Li Ang, and said with a smile: "In addition, I have resigned from the position of professor of Zhouxue.
After the Dragon Boat Festival is over, go to the prefectural school to register yourself and cancel the registration for the provincial examination.
With a letter of recommendation, you can skip the provincial exam. If you really get into the top ten in the provincial exam, it will take up an additional spot for others. We are all classmates from the same hometown, so there is no need to arouse jealousy. "
"Um."
Li Ang nodded in agreement and asked, "Teacher, will you return to Chang'an this year?"
"I..."
Pu Liuxuan said thoughtfully: "Next year.
The horse is still young and cannot bear the long journey.
Besides, I also need time to prepare.
By the way, Juxiu, when will you return to Chang'an? "
"Probably in a month."
Cheng Juxiu said: "I have to go to other places to see if there is any fluctuation in the spiritual veins. When the results of the provincial examination here come out in a month, I will return to Chang'an with the students."
Li Ang was a little regretful that the teacher did not return to Chang'an this year. Although he didn't know what Pu Liuxuan meant by 'preparation', since he didn't want to say it, Li Ang was too embarrassed to ask.
The three of them sat and chatted for a while, drank the Qujiang slices in the teapot, and then Li Ang said goodbye and left.
Spiritual pulse, academy, talismans, swordsmanship...
Li Ang walked hurriedly on the street, feeling more nervous and excited than ever before.
A future full of infinite possibilities is slowly unfolding before our eyes. As long as we can enter the academy...
"Master, it's not good, it's not good!"
Chai Cuiqiao's voice came from the front. Li Ang looked up and saw his little maid running all the way. She rushed to the front and said breathlessly: "Security Hall... Security Hall... .”
"What's wrong?"
The security hall was burned down and robbed? Or is there someone else coming to cause trouble?
Li Ang looked forward and found another circle of people gathered at the door of the security hall.
A middle-aged man wearing linen clothes who looked like he had been tortured by hard labor was standing on the threshold of the security hall with an anxious face, banging the door and shouting, "Doctor, is the doctor here?!"
"I am!"
Li Ang ran forward and squeezed through the crowd. Just as he was about to ask where the patient was, he saw a flatbed donkey cart parked on the flat ground below the threshold.
The donkey was a thin donkey, and the cart was a wooden cart. Standing next to the cart was a very flustered child of about ten years old, who was also sallow and thin.
There was a middle-aged woman lying on the car. Her left calf was slightly bent and her skin was strangely swollen. She was hunched over in pain and sweating profusely.
"fracture."
Li Ang spoke very quickly and asked the man in a deep voice: "Is this your wife?"
"Yes, she, she, she fell down while chopping firewood on the mountain. Doctor, doctor, you must save her..."
The middle-aged man stammered, his tone extremely panicked.
"I will definitely save you if you can."
Li Ang didn't have time to think too much, he shouted for the crowd to disperse, led the donkey cart rope straight to the backyard, opened the courtyard door, rushed into the house, and took out a piece of gauze.
"Risheng, what's going on?"
Gentle questioning came from the crowd, and a young scholar with an honest face squeezed out of the crowd. It was Song Shaoyuan, the son of Aunt Song in Lansheng Building next door.
"Broken leg bone."
Li Ang didn't have time to ask when Song Shaoyuan would come back to Zhenzhou City, and said directly: "Brother Song, can you go to Jingbaoxuan Ceramics Store to buy some gypsum powder?"
Song Shaoyuan was stunned and said: "There is gypsum powder for making tofu at home."
"No, plaster of paris, not raw plaster."
Li Ang said quickly: "Please go and buy some plaster of paris powder for repairing porcelain. The more the better, a few pieces of clean coarse cloth and a basin of water."
"good."
Song Shaoyuan didn't waste any time, pushed through the crowd and rushed to the backyard of Lansheng Building.
Li Ang took a deep breath, handed the gauze to the middle-aged woman on the donkey cart, and said softly: "Bite this cloth, don't swallow it."
After the middle-aged woman bit the gauze, Li Ang stepped forward and gently touched her bent and deformed calf.
When the painful spot was touched, more cold sweat immediately broke out on the middle-aged woman's forehead, and the pain was severe. She subconsciously held the hand extended by her son beside her. She squeezed it just as she was afraid of hurting her son, so she hurriedly let go.
He held the edge of the donkey cart with both hands, and the skinny skin on the back of his hands looked a little pale because of too much force.
"The diaphysis of the tibia was fractured, but fortunately it was not comminuted."
Li Ang raised his head and said to the middle-aged woman: "It needs manual reset. Hold on."
After saying that, without giving the other party any chance to react, Li Ang pinched both ends of his calf, rotated it and straightened it hard.
Click.
Accompanied by exclamations from around her, the sound of bone vibrations echoed back to her palms so clearly that the middle-aged woman almost fainted from the pain.
"Don't move, don't move."
Li Ang also shed a little cold sweat on her forehead, and hurriedly asked her husband to hug her while looking back.
Song Shaoyuan and two guys from Lan Shenglou squeezed out the crowd with two basins of gypsum powder and a basin of well water, and placed three wooden basins on the ground, "The sun is rising, the things are here, what next?"
