Traveling through ancient times: living a different life

As December approaches, winter is gradually approaching. There is a thin layer of white frost on the ground in the morning. The weather is getting colder and colder. The leaves of the peach tree in the yard are blown bare by the cold wind. However, the leaves of the osmanthus tree next to it are shiny and not affected.

Except for two children who were going to school, the rest of the family stayed at home during the winter. My father was now an official, so he would occasionally go to the county government office to report for work during the winter, and bring some things home. His monthly salary was only 1200 wen, which was not high, but it was also a source of income for a farming family, so my parents were still very happy.

At noon that day, the students of the college went to the canteen to eat as usual. Because of the cold weather, there were more people in the canteen today than before, and it was much warmer than outside.

Qinghui found a seat and sat down. The scholar at the table next to him whispered to his classmates, "President Zhu suddenly fell ill this morning. It was quite serious. Fortunately, Professor Fang, who was good friends with him, called a doctor and he recovered."

"how do you know?"

"Professor Fang's students told me that he is my cousin."

After hearing this, Chen Qinghui ate a few bites of the meal he had just bought, hurried to the dormitory, put the small porcelain bottle filled with spiritual spring water in his arms, and went to the headmaster's residence.

There were many students and teachers standing outside. They heard that the headmaster was ill, so they came to inquire about his condition and to express their regards and concern.

"It's cold. How can you study and work if you stand outside in the cold? If you are interested, please go back!" Dr. Tian advised the students and professors in a calm tone.

Chen Qinghui stood there and didn't leave. At this time, Professor Fang came out and whispered something to Dr. Tian, ​​and Dr. Tian hurried away.

Chen Qinghui bowed to the professor and performed the student's greeting before saying, "I, Chen Qinghui, heard that Dean Zhu suddenly fell ill, so I came to ask you what the illness is and whether it is serious."

Professor Fang then looked at the 17-year-old scholar carefully. Qinghui also looked at Professor Fang.

Professor Fang is about 45 years old, about 1.72 meters tall. He wears a sky-blue long jacket and black cotton shoes. His hair is a little gray and he has a short beard. His face is kind and has the air of a scholar, which gives people a very amiable feeling.

"Which class are you from? Why are you asking about the headmaster's illness? Do you know any medical skills?"

"I will be 18 next year. I have passed the Tongsheng exam. I am confident that I can cure the headmaster's illness."

"It's cold outside, let's go inside and talk. You don't even know what the disease is, so how can you say you can cure it?"

As they talked, they walked to the small living room together. There was charcoal burning in the room and it was very warm. The living room was not big and was elegantly furnished. There were four chairs next to the square table, and there was a bookshelf against the wall with many books on it. There was a desk next to it. The living room and study were integrated into one.

After sitting down, Qinghui took out the porcelain bottle and handed it to Professor Fang with both hands.

"This medicine is enough for three days. Take it twice a day, morning and evening, half a spoonful. If you don't believe me, you can ask the doctor to verify it. I guarantee it with my life." Chen Qinghui promised with a righteous look on his face.

At this time, Dr. Tian brought in an old doctor, who was in his 60s, with a ruddy complexion and a beard that was mostly white and less black. He was wearing a long grey cotton coat and cloth shoes. Behind him was a 15-year-old boy, wearing a cotton coat and trousers, holding a medicine box, and his hands were a little red, probably because of the cold weather.

Professor Fang and Dr. Tian went in with the doctor. The 15-year-old boy and Qinghui waited in the living room. After half an hour, the three came out. The boy immediately stood up to get the medicine box. The doctor sat down and said, "I gave him acupuncture. I can only use medicine to slowly treat him. Zhu Shan's disease is chronic and cannot be cured. If it recurs next time, it will be too late to save him. I'm sorry I can't do anything."

"Doctor You, don't blame yourself. The imperial physician in the palace has also diagnosed the patient and said the condition is the same. He just said to take care of it slowly."

After seeing off Doctor You, Professor Fang talked outside for a while, then went back to the inner hall and came out to say to Qinghui, "You go back first. I just told the dean that he drank the medicine you gave him and fell asleep."

Qinghui returned to the dormitory. The other three people in the dormitory were lying on their beds. He lay on his bed alone. He felt hungry and the food was cold, so he had to sit up, put on his scarf, and go outside the school to find something to eat.

There is no shortage of food or vegetables at home. I eat and drink with my family every day. Xianyu's life is boring and the weather is cold.

Bi Yue went to her master's house to study, but she was intermittent. Fortunately, she studied hard at home and ordered many medical books from her previous life from the system.

Two days later, Qinghui was called to the headmaster's office. The headmaster was about 50 years old, with a gentle face, ruddy complexion, and gray hair. He wore a long brocade coat on the outside, a long cotton-padded jacket on the inside, and cotton shoes on his feet.

Seeing Qinghui coming, he hurriedly asked the servant beside him to pour tea and asked him to sit down.

"The medicine you gave me is very effective. After taking it for two days, I felt that my chest tightness was relieved. After taking it for three days, I went to Tong'an Hall to see Doctor You. Doctor You said that my illness was cured. If I take it three more times, I will be completely cured. Doctor Lin asked me what was wrong, but I didn't know what to say, so I left."

Qinghui thought to himself: The headmaster wants another bottle of medicine, one is to find someone to check, and the other is to test. My niece said that one bottle of medicine is enough to cure a heart disease.

Seeing Qinghui didn't say anything, Principal Zhu said, "You saved my life, I will remember your kindness. To be honest, I was born with this disease, but my case is milder. My eldest brother died before he was 20, and my second brother also died in his 30s. After my eldest son died three years ago, my second son and youngest brother also had this disease, but the symptoms were not obvious, and they also needed acupuncture occasionally.

I visited many famous doctors, and by chance five years ago I went to Lingshan Temple. The abbot told me that if my family members could live like normal people, I should go to a city with water and meet the chance. "

"Zhu Shanchang will definitely be blessed by heaven and turn misfortune into fortune, thus averting this bad luck."

"I came to Yuanshui County from Ji'an County four years ago to be the headmaster, just hoping for an opportunity. It seems that you are the one who can save me from this bad luck." Headmaster Zhu was excited.

"If you have any requests, just ask. I will try my best to satisfy them. I will pay for the medicine in your hand, including the money for the medicine I drank."

"When I first offered you this medicine, I was actually worried that you wouldn't believe it, let alone take it. Now it seems that you are willing to take it. I am very grateful for your trust."

"Hahaha..." Shanzhang Zhu recalled the last two sentences of the abbot five years ago. The man of opportunity is Erdong. Isn't Erdong's surname Chen? Today, I finally found a noble person. The bad luck of the family will be resolved. It's a good thing, a great thing.

"If you are willing to take me as your master, I will teach you everything I know."

"This student wishes to take Principal Zhu as his teacher."

"Okay, from today on you are my third disciple. I will introduce the other two to you when I have the chance."

Principal Zhu said that in a few days he would officially let Qinghui become his disciple, and would set up a few tables to celebrate!