Zhuang Zhou had already learned about it through Ural.

Both "Bian Que's Internal Classic" and "Bian Que's External Classic" have been lost to later generations.

The original has long been lost.

But now, two ancient medical books are right in front of him.

But looking at the paper, you can tell that this must be an ancient book.

"Hongyu, are these all the original works written by Bian Que?"

Hongyu covered her mouth and laughed:

"Sir, how is this possible?"

Zhuang Zhou asked in confusion:

"How is it impossible?"

Seeing that he didn't react, Hongyu continued:

"Bian Que was a legendary doctor during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Back then, records were kept on bamboo slips. How could there have been paper?"

yes!

Zhuang Zhou suddenly slapped his forehead.

Paper was not invented until the Western Han Dynasty.

Bian Que lived in the pre-Qin period.

It is impossible to write medical books on paper.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou was a little disappointed:

"So this was copied by later generations?"

Hongyu nodded and said:

"Yes, but this is already a masterpiece."

"I see!"

Zhuang Zhou sighed softly, his heart filled with excitement.

Although these are not the authentic works of Bian Que, these two medical books contain the essence of medical skills.

It still carries the wisdom and experience of the ancients and is priceless.

Hongyu watched him quietly from the side, and seeing the young master's expression, she was secretly happy in her heart.

I am so happy to be able to work for you!

"Sir, the Neijing has nine volumes, and the Waijing has twelve volumes.

Do you like it, sir?"

"I like it, I like it very much!"

After hearing this, Zhuang Zhou smiled gratefully:

"Hongyu, you are so kind."

Hongyu lowered her head shyly and said softly:

"Sir, Hongyu is honored to be able to work for you."

"By the way, Hongyu, I'm going to a singing and selling party tonight. Would you like to come with me?"

"I know about the singing and selling show. I heard it's very lively. Sir, are you really willing to take me there?"

Upon hearing this, Hongyu also smiled happily and said:

"Of course, if you're willing to go."

…

Night is falling.

Accompanied by Hongyu, Zhuang Zhou took the little turtle and rode in a carriage to the singing and selling venue.

Along the way, Zhuang Zhou was thinking about the value of medical books.

And what to do with it if we bring it back to modern times.

In order to maximize its value.

If it comes to selling it, Zhuang Zhou seems a little hesitant to do it.

Because he really doesn't need the money.

But I feel a little reluctant to give it to Guo Jia for free.

The carriage slowly stopped.

Zhuang Zhou looked up and saw a towering pavilion standing before him.

Solar lights are bright and the place is bustling with people.

"Have you arrived at the carnival?"

Zhuang Zhou asked in the carriage.

Niu Dali nodded and said:

"Yes, Mr. Zhuang, this is the largest auction house in Chang'an City - Tianbao Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zhou and Hongyu got off the carriage together.

Looking up, I saw the lights in front of Tianbao Pavilion coming on, shining brightly.

There was a constant stream of guests, dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Waves of laughter and joy, mixed with the dazzling luster of gold, silver and jewelry, filled the night.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted towards Zhuang Zhou:

"Boss Zhuang, you're here!"

Zhuang Zhou heard the voice and looked over. It was Ma San, followed by Ling'er.

At this time, he also bowed to Zhuang Zhoufu, and then ran to Hongyu.

"Let's go!"

Zhuang Zhou greeted him and then walked towards Tianbao Pavilion.

Tonight, he not only wants to find good things.

He also wants to let the merchants in Chang'an City see his methods!

There is a whole different world inside Tianbao Pavilion.

Various treasures are displayed in the spacious hall.

From antique calligraphy and paintings to rare medicinal herbs, the variety of items is dazzling.

At this moment, a temporary karaoke stand was being built in a corner of the hall, with the middle of the stage empty.

It should be used to display the items for auction during the sales later.

Looking around!

At this time, Wang Zhigui came out from nowhere:

"Hey, County Master Zhuang, you're finally here! I'll take you to the private room!"

Zhuang Zhou asked in confusion:

"Isn't the concert about to start?

What are you doing in the private room?"

Wang Zhigui shook his head and said:

"You are so informal!"

"What's wrong?"

Zhuang Zhou had no idea what Wang Zhigui meant.

Wang Zhigui said, "You are now the Earl of Zhuang County. How can you sit in the hall with ordinary merchants?"

“…”

"Well, you should just call me Mr. Zhuang! It sounds more friendly to me."

"Well, I'll give you a rough outline."

After chatting for a few sentences, Zhuang Zhou finally understood.

Came to attend the singing and selling party tonight.

Most of them are merchants from Kyoto.

Of course, there are also many aristocratic families.

In this era, according to the ranking of scholars, farmers, artisans and merchants, merchants had the lowest status.

Merchants can have wealth but not status.

Even before that, merchants were not allowed to take the imperial examinations and become officials.

However, policies are now gradually changing.

The status of merchants also gradually began to change.

It's just for a while, there is still some difference.

For example, Zhuang Zhou is now a count.

Logically, you shouldn't sit with a bunch of businessmen.

This is also the reason why Wang Zhigui took him to the private room alone.

For the sake of peace and quiet, Zhuang Zhou did not refuse.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!