Chapter 1178: Distortion, Too Distorted! (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Gu Chi was initially firmly opposed to Qi Shan's attempt to bring Su Shang on camera and Zhao Feng's arrangement for his daughter to go on a blind date.

This is so unserious.

Unfortunately, Shen Tang's favoritism was directed at her most sensitive spot.

【You know Yuanliang dotes on Sushang more than his own eyes. If you don't let Sushang be with him, won't he throw a tantrum?】 Qishan loves his cat so much that he's willing to go see Ji Moqiu. The cat is his lifeblood. Since he's already brought the cat along, Zhao Feng has no reason to object to his daughter's blind date. Maybe he can really trick a naive and innocent son-in-law into coming to live with him. Shen Tang waved his hand and gave it all.

That's not it—

Some people actually wanted to become Zhao Feng's son-in-law after reading about his deeds.

Shen Tang secretly made a note of this courageous fellow.

Perhaps we can give him a chance in the future.

Distance is not a problem!

The others shared the same thought as Shen Tang: "What's wrong with being far apart? If there's true fate, true love can cross mountains and seas!"

The man who didn't mind marrying into the family quickly waved his hand to stop him.

He was quite bothered by this matter and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't spread rumors and ruin the reputation of the Queen."

In his view, the descendants of heroes are also heroes.

He admired Zhao Feng's character, so he extended that respect to Zhao's daughter as well, and his decision to marry into the family was merely a spur-of-the-moment thing. Thinking about it, it wasn't illegal, and a few words in private wouldn't hurt. His colleagues joked that he was fine, but involving the woman in this matter was ungentlemanly.

That's really inappropriate.

"Lady Zhao doesn't know that."

"The Book of Rites says: 'A gentleman is cautious even when alone, and does not deceive himself in the dark. He cultivates himself with humility and does not deceive his own heart!' This is not a question of whether Lady Zhao knows it or not." His answer made Xiahou Yu break out in a cold sweat.

Yes, Ms. Zhao really didn't know.

But Zhao Nüjun's father's lord knew.

“Alright, alright, it was my fault. I apologize to the Lady.” Another colleague, equally quick-witted, first bowed towards the northwest, then turned to his classmate, “I didn’t expect you to be willing to marry into the family. To be honest, my family has…”

Isn't marrying into another family considered marrying into another family?

If I become his brother-in-law, the whole family can look after each other.

The crowd burst into laughter, successfully changing the previous topic. Having witnessed the well-deserved reputations of the first six, they were quite eager to learn about the seventh person's identity and background. They had assumed he was a scholar with a passion for medical arts, but it turned out he was a genuine healer!

He was not only a doctor, but also a doctor from a commoner background. He worked as a traveling doctor for many years and spent most of his life practicing medicine.

The group was slightly disappointed.

As I continued watching, things gradually began to change.

Judging from Dong Dao's appearance, they all assumed he was young and had known Shen Tang for a long time. But after seeing him, they realized this wasn't the case. Dong Dao's early life was a microcosm of countless ordinary people struggling to survive. From childhood to youth, from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age, his monotonous life could be summarized in just a few dozen words. Seemingly ordinary, yet deeply relatable, it felt as if one could truly see him toiling in the countryside seeking out patients, living a nomadic life with the sky as his roof and the earth as his dwelling.

Such doctors are not uncommon.

Life is so mundane that you can see the end from the beginning.

Unexpectedly, his life took a turn for the better as he approached the end of his life.

"The Temple of Healers?"

These four simple words stirred up a storm in everyone's hearts.

"So, he was the founder of the medical profession?"

The number of physicians in the medical field is extremely small.

No one knows when these people first appeared.

When they first heard about it, they thought it was just a rumor. It wasn't until news spread that a renowned physician was treating a warlord and being treated as an honored guest that they truly believed it. They also heard that a physician was stationed at the royal court's medical office in Qu Kingdom.

However, it is common for people to look down on doctors, and to this day, the reputation of doctors in the medical field is mixed.

Not every power cherishes them.

Not long ago, I heard that a doctor was beheaded and his head displayed to the public.

The reason given was that the other party failed to cure the patient.

"I never imagined that the emergence of physicians in the medical field would be so arduous."

A feeling of admiration welled up in their hearts. When they thought about how each doctor had spent at least fifteen years of hard work, someone murmured, "It's just a pity."

It's a pity that the physician who was hired at great expense to treat him ended up dying a tragic death at the hands of a butcher. That warlord was tyrannical and cruel; he not only killed people but also ordered that no quacks claiming to be physicians be allowed in his territory—they were nothing but itinerant quacks!

Let him know who is practicing medicine illegally.

Those who practice medicine will be subject to all five punishments, and patients will also be implicated!

Everyone thought the surprise would end there, but they never expected the eighth person to be the capable person who opened the Mohist Temple! Suddenly, everyone began to doubt the authenticity of the booklet. What Medical Temple? What Mohist Temple? Will there be an Agricultural Temple or a Yin-Yang Temple in the future? Even if the temples are opened, why are they all flocking to the northwest to find successors?

Shen Tang said, "Don't you know?"

"What does the Lord mean?"

Shen Tang said, "The Mo family has been rooted in Kang for many years. Many water conservancy facilities in Kang were built under the supervision of the Mo family, so there's no way it's fake. The Kang ruler, Shen Youli, is even revered as a great man by the Mo family disciples. This is no secret."

It's definitely not a secret.

However, very few people know about it.

Not to mention these people whose ancestral home is in the southeastern continent, even the natives of Kangguo in the northwest rarely know this little-known fact.

Everyone: "..."

When did they become so out of touch with the times?

Compared to Dong Dao's tumultuous life, Mo Jia's life was far less oppressive. The descriptions of her life are lighthearted and humorous, from her youthful travels across mountains and rivers to her friendships with heroes from all corners of the land. Bei Qiu could chat with anyone, free-spirited and unconventional. Xiahou Yu even remarked, "A single bamboo bowl of rice, a gourd of water, living in a humble alley—others would find such hardship unbearable, yet Yan Hui did not change his joy."

This is true magnanimity and contentment with a simple life.

This was the life that Xiahou Yu longed for.

In Bei Qiu's writings, besides her, there are other Mohists. From the master-disciple inheritance to the spirit of Mohism, the shock and insights it brings are no less than those of the famous works of the ancients.

The ending also describes two apocalyptic scenes from the Battle of Shangnan Commandery. Under endless heavenly thunder, Mohist disciples raised countless metal pillars that shot straight into the sky, using Mohist techniques to neutralize the attacks of the Wenxin scholars. From this, it's clear that this person was not only adept at overseeing various construction projects but also a hero capable of dominating the battlefield!

The preparations for the Northern Chicks are also quite diverse.

The interviewees all mentioned another person to varying degrees.

"Yun Ce, Yun Yuanmou? Who is he?"

"A white-clad general wielding a spear."

"A woman?"

Shen Tang teased, "A man, do you also want to marry into the family?"

"A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affection." He immediately and frankly admitted that he was still single, and wasn't it only natural to be attracted to outstanding women? One cannot control one's feelings.

Shen Tang said, "That won't work."

The other person looked at Shen Tang with a somewhat probing gaze.

He asked, "Why?"

He was curious; his lord seemed quite knowledgeable about the situation in Kang State in the northwest. He glanced at Xiahou Yu out of the corner of his eye, but the man avoided his gaze—a detail that made him even more intrigued. Could it be that his lord also came from the northwest? And had some unknown connection with Kang State?

Shen Tang said, "The son-in-law of the Mo family must be able to withstand the pressure."

The Imperial Workshop was prone to explosions every now and then; without considerable strength, it would be impossible to gain the approval of the Mo family. Yun Ce, being honest and simple, managed to get through by accident. Even if the Mo family had no objections, Yun Ce wouldn't be an easy hurdle; he might seem approachable, but he's ruthless when it comes to killing. Most importantly, Bei Qiu has his own rhythm.

Everyone eagerly awaited the publication of the last person's biography.

"Li Lianghua, I wonder what kind of heroine she is?"

This person was placed last! A capable person who can make the Mo family's Bei Qiu the grand finale must not disappoint!

Within the territory of Yanzhou.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Yanzhou and the neighboring Ganzhou have long since emerged from the shadow of war, and the refugees who had been forced to flee to other places have gradually returned. In just five or six years, the area has been transformed by spring, with life sprouting and the counties and prefectures within its borders living in peace and prosperity.

In order to regulate the land and facilitate government administration, some impoverished villages were successively merged into new counties and towns.

No one lives by the rushing water anymore, tending those few acres of meager land for a living. Moreover, the common people's fields are all neat and flat, and they no longer have to worry about a flood ruining a year's worth of hard work.

The government sent people to clear wasteland and build roads for them. With roads connecting all directions, ordinary people had more options for making a living, and the grain they planted had a good market. Their lives improved visibly year by year.

This place is called Lijia Town.

The most common surname among the town's residents is not Li.

Because it wasn't called Lijia Town before, it was called Wangjia Township.

The name was changed by the town government after the building was completed three years ago. No one in the town complained; on the contrary, they all looked on with envy. The "Li" in Lijia Town refers to Li Lianghua. Speaking of Li Lianghua, everyone in the surrounding villages knows her.

A truly legendary old widow!

Despite her advanced age and illiteracy, this woman was received by the king, who even wrote a book for her, which is now displayed in the county government office. Local officials visit Li Lianghua's home during festivals to offer their condolences, ensuring she never lacks rice, flour, or cooking oil. Although the amount of rice, flour, and cooking oil may not seem large, it was reportedly specially ordered by the king to be provided, instructing his subordinates not to neglect the elderly woman.

Haha, you should know that even local officials are not qualified to meet the king, let alone receive gifts from the king during festivals.

She, Li Lianghua, has it all without having to do anything.

How can one not envy such good fortune?

After the village was relocated, Li Lianghua was allocated a fairly large house, where her children and grandchildren live with her, enjoying family life. Everyone in the neighborhood speaks of her with envy.

Some elderly people in the same village were still speechless with regret.

"Oh, you don't know, when she first became a widow, she couldn't afford to raise her children, so she asked a matchmaker to help her remarry, even mentioning her father's family. But she was too poor then, and she refused to abandon her ex-husband's children… Thinking about it now, she really regrets it!"

Some people also complain that their wives are not as good as others'.

They're both illiterate, but they're both good at managing the household and the fields. They're not that different, so why is the wife inferior to the other woman?

No one refuted the claim that the woman had long since died.

If the woman was still alive, she would immediately retort.

[You old hag, do you know where you fall short? Li Lianghua lost her husband early, I didn't have that luck! If you had died early too, I would have followed her example and raised my child alone, bringing honor to the family!]

As time went by, the topic gradually faded away.

The reason it's being brought up again today is because of some action by the government.

Twenty or thirty yamen runners, banging drums and gongs, carried a red silk box and marched joyfully toward Li Lianghua's house. Leading them was the local county magistrate, who, for the first time ever, was wearing his official robes. It's important to know that official robes aren't worn every day; they're usually only worn on formal occasions or important holidays. The neighbors were curious.

"What great joy is happening today?"

"Whose family produced the top scholar?"

"Bah! Top scholars are all literary stars, how could they possibly be born into our family? Judging by the direction they're heading, they're definitely going to Li Lianghua's house!"

The neighbors felt even more heartbroken.

The bolder ones even peered into other people's houses.

To welcome the county magistrate, Li Lianghua's grandson opened the gate, and her sons, with their children, lined up to offer a grand welcoming salute. The women of the household busied themselves preparing food in the kitchen. The magistrate asked, "Is Li Shuoren here?"

Li Shuoren refers to Li Lianghua.

The fourth-rank nobleman, upon whom the county magistrate met, would bow in respect.

Li Lianghua's eldest son, also quite old with a full head of white hair, tried his best to appear dignified: "Mother isn't feeling well and hasn't gotten up yet."

I wonder what the county magistrate is doing at my house when it's neither a holiday nor a festival?

The magistrate turned around and took a scroll from his subordinate.

The posture was dignified and careful.

He said, "This is a joyous occasion!"

Hearing the commotion, Li Lianghua woke up and, supported by her two granddaughters, swayed over. The county magistrate, seeing this, was furious and hurriedly ordered someone to bring a reclining chair for the old woman to lie down comfortably. Li Lianghua quickly waved her hand, saying, "It would be so impolite for me to lie down when such a distinguished guest has come!"

The magistrate held her hand down.

Then he had someone bring him a small stool to sit on, saying, "Please sit here and listen to me read to you."

He was very satisfied with the old lady, Li Lianghua.

Because of the other party's existence, the area under his jurisdiction can still occupy a lot of resources, and he can ask for money and people from above with a clear conscience.

He knew the old lady had a special status.

But I never expected it to be this special.

In the biographies of famous officials and scholars, she occupied a prominent position, even as the grand finale! As soon as the booklet was published, this copy was delivered to her through various channels. The message from above was clear: this matter must be widely publicized.

After much thought, he decided to deliver it to their door in person.

He read it aloud to the old lady himself.

Li Lianghua didn't understand; she only recognized the painting on it.

The person in the drawing above looks like himself?

The magistrate, suppressing his excitement, said, "The painting depicts you, sir!"

Li Lianghua's eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

She looked at the page filled with neat, small handwriting, but couldn't recognize many of them. She only recognized her own name at the beginning. She asked tremblingly, "Magistrate, what...what does it say on this?"

The magistrate rolled up part of the scroll, then opened the last few pages. Suppressing a strange tension, he read aloud the contents word by word in the clearest tone he had ever used. Li Lianghua's life was unremarkable, but in my writing, she possesses a unique and tenacious vitality. Diligent, strong, kind, sincere... She was indeed illiterate, but that did not prevent her soul from shining brightly.

She was a commoner, toiling in the fields, one of the most ordinary people in the world. Her body was hunched, and she was illiterate, yet she could still stand shoulder to shoulder with the most talented people in the land. With her integrity and upright character, she was truly a worthy scholar!

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Ah, the sun looks so strong tomorrow. Standing guard for three hours, I feel like even sunscreen won't be enough to protect me.