105 Mr. Substitute

As soon as Wan Changsheng and Erqiang left, Ping'an arranged for Tong Yu to live in his own courtyard. Except for practicing martial arts in the early morning, she could spend the rest of the time with her mother.

He studied with his teacher in the morning, taught himself medical books in the afternoon, practiced martial arts in the early morning, and wrote articles until midnight. This made Mei Niang very distressed. She wanted her son to take the imperial examination, but she couldn't work so hard.

It was still the same after Ping An smiled.

What is this? In his previous life, junior high school students were so hardworking, and high school students studied for 20 hours a day. His was just average.

A few days later, Sun Sicheng came back and brought with him a young man, a young scholar. This time, he was tricked during the exam and had to drop out of the exam because of severe diarrhea one day after entering the examination room.

The person who treated him was Sun Sicheng.

Sun Sicheng originally just learned that the other party was a candidate and felt a little sorry for him.

During the chat, I learned that this candidate's parents had both passed away, his grandfather was old, and he was now living with his uncle, so he was pretty much helpless.

Since he failed to pass the imperial examination this time, he planned to become a teacher in a private school to support himself and raise money for the next exam. He planned to take the exam again in three years.

This made him think. The other party was well-educated and was more than qualified to teach Ping An. Awen was too busy, so this kid could teach him when he was too busy. Otherwise, he was really worried that Ping An would not be able to pass the exam to become a scholar in the future. This was what he promised the other party's parents.

I am a doctor and a scholar, there is no contradiction. A famous doctor cannot be completely uneducated, otherwise he will be just a boor.

Sun Benwen was not surprised to see the eldest son bringing a young man back, but he never thought that he brought him to teach Ping An. This made him furious, and he didn't care about etiquette and directly pulled Sun Sicheng out.

"Master, what do you mean? You don't want me to teach Ping An?"

"Look at yourself, why are you so anxious?" He told Sun Yat-sen about the young man's experience.

Then he told me his plan, "Don't you think this is the best way? It helps Zhou Heng and relieves your pressure. Don't forget, you are still planning to take the provincial examination in three years."

Only then did Sun Wen look better.

"Ah Wen, when Wan Changsheng comes back this time, let's just have a simple gathering and let Ping An offer you a cup of tea, how about that?"

Sun Yat-sen was unusually coy: "Whether you respect me or not, I am still his teacher."

Sun Sicheng laughed in his heart: "It's not a big deal, let's sit down and have a drink. It's just that you have to be the second master. After this, I will prepare to return to the capital. You have to worry about my safety."

Sun Wen nodded and said, "Don't worry about this. I will settle the accounts of the shopkeepers in the second half of the year. I will go to Ping An after the seventh day of the first lunar month and wait for you to come back. Wan Changsheng and his wife are also willing to follow their son, so this will save them from worrying."

This is naturally the best.

With a substitute, Sun Wen also prepared to rush to Huainan Prefecture tomorrow. The 26th shop would open, so it would be best for him to go there, as today was already the 22nd.

With all the hassle, we managed to arrive just one day before the opening.

Ping An was very satisfied with this young gentleman. He was a real scholar from a poor family. He passed the imperial examination and became a scholar at the age of sixteen. Unfortunately, his father had an accident that year. He lost his mother at a young age and was not liked by others. Except for his grandfather who was powerless, even his uncle's family was indifferent to him.

The reason was that the villagers said he was a little disaster star, so even if he was willing to teach students himself, no one would come to him.

Just when he was preparing to substitute teach in a private school far from home, the master found him and agreed to pay him two taels of silver a month, with food and drink covered. The lessons would not exceed two hours a day, and he could arrange the rest of his time by himself.

This is like pie in the sky, although the pie is not very big.

Ping An felt that it was very similar to what he had experienced in those years, so he felt more familiar with it. He handed Zhou Heng directly to Yuan Qing, asking him to live with him and study with him.

Yuanqing didn't like studying medicine. Apart from accompanying him to study, he also learned accounting from his teacher.

Sun Yat-sen felt that Yuan Qing was a good student, but he could not compare with Ping An. He was not good at martial arts or medicine. He was really good at studying, and the eldest son was willing to invest in him, but what if he could not make it to the official career?

What should Yuan Qing do then? If he could settle accounts, he could at least inherit his legacy, so as not to disappoint the eldest son and help Ping An.

After Sun Sicheng finished Sun Yat-sen's class safely, he took him directly back to the medical hall. To study medicine, one cannot just memorize books. One can only learn something by watching the master treat patients in the medical hall.

Because it was his own clinic, Sun Sicheng would often let him take the patient's pulse directly, so that he could distinguish the differences between the two people's diagnoses.

Whether in front of his master or teacher, Ping An would always show his talent appropriately but not excessively. This made both of them excited and at the same time, they strengthened their own studies, fearing that they would be surpassed by this child one day.

It’s okay to surpass them, but no one can stand surpassing them at too young a age.

It is said that Wan Changsheng, Erqiang and Tong Lin, got up early and traveled late. At noon, they found a place to rest, let the mule catch its breath, drink water and feed it. The three of them only ate some steamed buns. At this speed, they would be able to reach home by tomorrow afternoon, which would be one day less than normal time.

Erqiang was happy that he was going home soon, but at the same time he was distressed that his uncle was in such a hurry and frugal.

Tong Linze's eyebrows were indifferent. This was not hardship for him. What was hard was working in the pawnshop with his sister since childhood and practicing martial arts in the valley.

"Brother Tonglin, stop the car on the side of the road. I want to get out and do that." Erqiang felt very bloated and could hardly hold it in any longer.

Tong Lin stopped the car and stood beside it, looking up at the sky. "Uncle Wan, how far is the nearest inn?"

Wan Changsheng also got out of the car and told Erqiang to stay a little ahead and not go into the woods.

Erqiang naturally agreed. It was already getting dark and he was afraid to go into the woods.

"Tong Lin, I'll catch up later. It seems that there is a small town not far from here. There is only one inn in the town. Two towns away is Jiao County. We can be home by tomorrow afternoon."

He stopped talking and saw Tong Lin squatting down, wiping his hands on the ground.

"What's the matter?"

"Uncle Wan, look, this is human blood, and it's just been shed. Someone must have been in trouble up there."

Wan Changsheng had lived on the border for seven years, so he naturally knew about human blood.

"Yes, it's real human blood, Tong Lin, maybe someone fell and got hurt. No, there are tire marks, but it doesn't look like a car overturn. Whatever, I'll drive when we get off the car, you and Er Qiang, hold your weapons."

There were knives and iron rods under the cabinet, but it was already dark, so a bow and arrow were not suitable.

Tong Lin took out the iron sticks he and Erqiang had, and put the dagger on his waist. Wan Changsheng also took out a thick wooden stick.

"I'll go get Er Qiang. Be careful. We have a mule cart. We can't hide. The darker it gets, the worse it gets. We three have weapons and we're not afraid. We might as well keep going."

Tong Lin nodded. He was not afraid. On the contrary, he was a little excited.

Erqiang had just finished going to the toilet when his uncle called him. Hearing that someone might have been in trouble up ahead, he hurried to the car.

"Uncle, there shouldn't be any bad guys here, right? This is an official road, is it just someone's car accident?"

If someone gets injured in a car accident, I have medicine in my backpack. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

That’s true, but most people would give money as a token of gratitude, right?