Thinking of that grown-up in my family, apart from this martial arts, I have not learned as much from him in the past ten years as my brother has taught me.
In his eyes, he only has that eldest brother.
Now that he has a share of the ranch and a share of the textile workshop, plus this official position, which one was not given by his brother?
If he makes more achievements during this trip, if he adds up all these things, including money and wealth, official position and official position, and merit and merit, in this generation, except for Guan and Zhang, I am afraid that no one can compare with him.
In this case, how can I rely on my family?
You can even support your eldest brother in turn, which should make you happy in the eyes of adults who only care about your eldest brother.
What my brother said is right. The world that you break out by yourself is your own.
Relying on family, you will always have to be fettered by others. How can you be as happy and comfortable as you are now?
"what happened?"
Feng Yong threw the board on the table with a bang, and said with slight dissatisfaction, "How come your homework has gotten worse these days? Can you get such a simple question wrong?"
Amei, who was sitting in front of him, lowered her head and wrung her clothes with her hands. She probably knew that there was something wrong with what she did, so she immediately knelt down and said, "I'm sorry, lord, my maid has failed to live up to lord's expectations."
For such a docile student who had never let him down, Feng Yong really didn't know how to deal with this situation.
"You can obviously learn literacy very quickly, but why do you become like this when you learn math? Don't you like math? That's not right. I thought it was pretty good before!"
Feng Yong looked at Amei kneeling on the ground, feeling really irritable.
If such a good young talent loses ambition halfway through learning like Yaomei who stayed behind in Zhuangzi, it will really disappoint him.
"Brother, don't worry. I see that Amei is always a little uneasy these days. Is there something on her mind?"
Guan Ji, who had been following Feng Yong these days, came over and poured a bowl of water for Feng Yong.
Then he picked up the board and looked at it, and said with a smile, "My brother taught Amei these things, and my little sister listened to them all the time. Now I can't even understand the things on it. How can Amei learn this step?" , which is already considered rare.”
Although Nanxiang County is called a county, its population is actually not as large as a village over Jincheng.
Li Qiu was able to agree to be the county magistrate of this small town only because of the respect of Feng Yong and Li Yi.
The place was desolate and the danger was high. In addition, Feng Yong was running all over the mountains and plains with his people these days. Guan Ji was really uneasy, so she followed him throughout the whole process and rarely left his side.
Beauty is kind, so Feng Yong naturally has to listen to what Feng Yong says to Guan Ji.
"What's on your mind?"
Feng Yong looked at Amei, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "You get up first. You are a girl. All you have to do is read and write after being fed and clothed every day. How can you worry about the body of a maid and the fate of a young master?"
Amei responded, and after getting up, she glanced at Guan Ji gratefully, lowered her head and muttered: "Returning to the Lord, I do have something on my mind, but I don't dare to disturb the Lord, so I have been uneasy these days. of."
Feng Yong was stunned and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Guan Ji, wondering when did Guan Ji care about such a little maid?
Guan Ji noticed Feng Yong's eyes and just pursed her lips and smiled without saying anything.
But he didn't see that when he turned back, Guan Ji's eyes fell on the woman's hair tied up by Amei for a while, and then she looked back.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Knowing that Amei had something on his mind and not a lack of ambition, Feng Yong lost his worries and was in a mood to care about himself, his personal maid.
"Master, um... do you think there will be two people named Zhang Ji in this world?"
Amei got Feng Yong's permission and finally plucked up the courage to ask.
"Of course there will be. This big man has a general named Ma Zhong, and there is also a general named Ma Zhong in Soochow. Isn't this normal?"
Feng Yong answered nonchalantly, what kind of mentally retarded questions does this girl ask?
There are only about 3,000 commonly used Chinese characters. How many people use Chinese characters to name their names? How could it not be repeated?
"Then... what about the one who has medical skills and is named Zhang Ji?"
Amei asked with a little hope this time and a little worriedly.
"What's the meaning?"
Feng Yong's heart moved, "Speak clearly!"
Zhang Ji, the medical sage, was Feng Tubao's biggest regret, and it also left a big gap in the history of Chinese medicine.
"Before I left, your master left a few books for me."
Amei lowered her head again and spoke softly.
"I know!"
This damn girl can really stifle people with her words. Feng Yongyong interrupted her impatiently, "Tell me the important point!"
"Those books seem to be medical books, and they also say, written by Zhang Ji..."
Damn it!
Before Amei could finish speaking, Feng Tubiao stood up suddenly, overturned the bowls on the table in excitement, and splashed water all over the table without paying attention. He immediately crossed the table and grabbed Amei's arm.
"Where's the book? Where's the book?! Is it called Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases? Isn't it?"
A look of extreme surprise appeared on Amei's face, "My servant can't recognize all the words on it, but it does have the word typhoid."
"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong, it must be the theory of typhoid and miscellaneous diseases! It must be!"
Feng Yong said repeatedly, as if to cheer himself up, as if this would give him a little more confidence.
Damn it, if the theory of typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases is really true, I would give away everything I have and keep this medical book from the "ancestor of all medicines".
"Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" has always been one of the main basic courses offered in Chinese traditional Chinese medicine schools even in later generations.
Chinese medicine superstition?
I bought a watch last year!
Science was so advanced at that time. In the year when SARS hit the world, didn't those unfilial descendants still have to look back at this book and try to find out the methods and theoretical basis for treating SARS?
It is said that the products from the island country are good, but very few people know that among the Chinese patent medicines produced by some famous traditional Chinese medicine pharmaceutical companies in the island country, typhoid prescriptions account for at least 60%, and most of them are Zhang Zhongjing's prescriptions.
What's more, the later "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" is simply a fragmentary copy, and many of the parts about miscellaneous diseases are incomplete.
The remaining copies are so awesome, what if I got the whole copy?
"Brother, brother, don't get excited."
Guan Ji saw the painful look on Amei's face, but she didn't dare to struggle. She quickly helped to pull away Feng Yong's hand that was holding Amei's arm.
She was also a little strange in her heart. This was just a medical book, not a classic handed down from ancient times. Why was her brother so excited?
Even though Feng Yong was pulled away, he still stared at Amei, "Where is the book? Where is the book?"
How could I not be excited?
What a national treasure!
