Regardless of other things, Xiang Zhihan's medical skills are still very good.
After taking the medicine for three or four days, the patients in Lin'an can't say that they are all cured, but at least everyone's spirits are getting better and better, they eat more meals every day, and their faces are no longer sickly flushed or flushed. Pale as paper, but healthy and ruddy, the sounds of laughter and laughter gradually came from the shantytown in Dongcheng.
Many patients who have completely recovered have returned to their homes, while some have chosen to stay and continue to observe.
Many people voluntarily joined the team of distributing medicine, so Jiang Buwan was free for a while.
She saw many children running around, so she thought about teaching them to recognize simple words, since they were idle anyway.
On this day, Jiang Buwan was squatting on the ground teaching the children around him to write their names.
The young man who previously called himself River Governor passed by holding a medicine bowl. He casually glanced at Jiang Buwan's handwriting and praised, "Mrs. Xiang's handwriting is quite elegant!"
The young man was also a scholar. It was rare for him to encounter such a characterful word in this countryside, and he couldn't help but stop and admire it.
The simpler the words, the more you can see a person's skills.
Even if the word "Mrs. Xiang" is compared with contemporary people, it is not inferior.
Jiang Buwan calmly wrote down the names of the children one by one and said, "My handwriting is not as good as yours."
She finished writing the last word, then gently patted the little girl closest to her and said, "Sansan, this is the name my sister gave you, Qingruo. I hope you will be noble and calm in the future."
Qingruo smiled and clapped her hands, "Great! Sansan has a name. Sansan has a name, Qingruo. Sister, I like this name."
"If you like it, practice as soon as possible. Sister will come over to check it out later."
"good."
Jiang Buwan patted the dust on his skirt, stood up, and asked, "Are you leaving?"
The young man smiled and said, "Mrs. Xiang knows things like a god."
"I've been staying here for a long time due to illness, and it's time to go back."
"Have you come up with a plan to control the river?"
The young man shook his head in despair, "I'm ashamed, I still don't have a clue."
Jiang Buwan: "I have a plan, would you please listen to me?"
"Please tell me, madam." There was a sincere smile on the young man's face. His dark eyes were sparkling, sincere and hot, and he did not look down upon Jiang Buwan at all because of her status as a woman.
Jiang Buwan moved lightly. She scooped up a ladle of water and poured it on the ground. The water flow was very slow. At this time, Jiang Buwan found two more wooden sticks to surround the water. She said, "Beam the water and attack." sand."
"The higher the dike, the faster the water flows, and the sediment under the Li River will be carried away by the current."
Jiang Buwan didn't finish the rest of the words, but the young man was a smart man, and he already understood what she said.
He lowered his head and looked at the water beach on the ground with interest. He took off two wooden sticks and put them on again.
"Wonderful! Why didn't I think of that?"
The young man stood up quickly and bowed to Jiang Buwan, "Sir, you are a great talent, would you like to accept me as your disciple?"
Jiang Buwan smiled and said, "There is no need to accept a disciple."
"No." The young man shook his head violently, with a serious look on his face, "I must be your master's apprentice!"
"Sir, please accept my greetings." The young man said, "I haven't told you my name yet, sir. I'm Yang Ce."
"Sir, please teach me." Yang Ce looked at Jiang Buwan with a look that could be called fanatical. He had been thinking about how to control the river all his life. Now that the God-given teacher is right in front of him, if he doesn't learn, This life has been wasted.
"I have a book here." Jiang Buwan said. She took out the book she had prepared for Yang Ce from her arms. "Take it back and read it. If you don't understand anything, ask me again."
"Now that there are floods in the south, you should take this book and go to control the rivers."
Yang Ce carefully took the book Jiang Buwan gave her. The cover of the book had the four characters "Hedao Shu Yao" written on it, but it was not signed.
But judging from the fresh ink marks and handwriting, it was indeed written by Jiang Buwan.
He accepted the book and said sincerely, "Sir, let me learn from you. I don't care if I don't want to be the governor of the river."
"Yang Ce, you can only use what I teach you as a river governor. If you only follow me but have nowhere to use your skills, what's the use of all your skills?"
When Jiang Buwan saw Yang Ce, she looked hesitant and refused to leave. She had no choice but to say, "The floods in the south can be solved based on what this book says. When this flood is solved, if there is anything you still don't understand, , ask me again, I will tell you everything I know.”
Yang Ce's eyes lit up: "Sir, where should I find you?"
"Qingshui Town, Yong'an Hall."
"Okay, I understand." Yang Ce hugged the book tightly in his arms, "I will definitely come to look for you in the future."
Holding the book in his arms, he turned around and left.
Jiang Buwan looked at his leaving figure. If you can solve the world's floods, even if you don't come to me, I will come to you in the future.
"Sister, sister." The little girl as big as a pea came over and grabbed Jiang Buwan's clothes, "I've written it, sister, come and take a look."
Jiang Buwan smiled and took the little girl's hand, "Okay, sister, come and take a look."
"Qingruo, your writing is not good enough." Jiang Buwan said, "You have to write it again."
"Sister, what about me?"
The children gathered around Jiang Buwan, chattering like a bunch of sparrows.
"Okay, okay, okay, don't make any noise, I'll look at them one by one." Jiang Buwan said.
Xiang Zhihan finished his work of cooking medicine for the day. He saw Jiang Buwan surrounded by little beans from a distance. He stepped forward and did not disturb Jiang Buwan's teaching, but stood quietly and listened.
She told the children the simplest words, but the language was vivid and interesting, and she also included the origin and story behind each word. She told it so vividly that Xiang Zhihan was fascinated by it.
After Jiang Buwan finished telling one word of the story, a naughty child was the first to notice Xiang Zhihan standing behind Jiang Buwan.
"Sister, sister," the child cried, "your husband is here."
"Sister's husband is here."
Jiang Buwan looked back and saw Xiang Zhihan. She stood up and smiled brightly, "Husband, come here and don't say anything."
Xiang Zhihan raised his hand to tidy up her slightly messy bangs and said, "I saw that you were fascinated by what you were talking about, so I didn't bother you."
"Wanwan's speech was very good, even I was fascinated by it."
"Really?" When Jiang Buwan heard this, his face showed a bit of shyness, "I'm afraid I didn't speak well, but the children all obeyed me."
"Sister, sister, do you and Dr. Xiang have a baby?"
Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan were stunned at the same time. They were obviously still children, so why would they ask this question.
Xiang Zhihan squatted down, rubbed the child's head, and said with a smile, "Not yet."
