032 Meeting the Bai Family
At dawn, they left the county town.
Because the Wan family's mule cart was really full, Sun Sicheng let the two children sit in his own cart, while Jixiang and Ruyi sat outside to drive the cart. There were only three people in the carriage, so it was very spacious.
Erqiang sat obediently on one side. This carriage was so nice that it was even covered with carpet. He had no idea where to step.
Sun Sicheng quietly paid attention to the two children. Erqiang seemed restrained, but his little apprentice was as steady as a rock, with his back straight, as if he was born a son of a wealthy family.
As far as he knew, this was the first time the child was traveling far away, so it was very suitable for him to study medicine.
"Ping An, do you understand a little bit about the Huang family's old master's illness this time?"
Yes, he understood it very well.
Ping'an picked up his backpack, which was made by his mother in the past two days. The fabric was thick and the effect was quite good.
He handed over the medical records he had written over the past few days: "Master, I don't quite understand, but I tried my best to remember them over the past few days."
He has beautiful calligraphy, but it is not convenient for him to write now, and his small hands cannot write real small regular script.
He asked for a lot of fine charcoal from the inn and asked his mother to wrap it with cloth strips. It was fine for the time being but it would become unclear after a while.
Sun Sicheng looked at the thick stack of papers in his hand. The words were a little crooked, but very detailed and clear, with an occasional typo.
He was shocked in his heart. The child had only learned kung fu for a few days, but he did not ask him to take a statement at all, because his own child only learned a few words from his parents and had never attended a formal school for a day.
Who knew the child gave him a big surprise.
A person who is truly suitable for studying medicine is careful, calm, bold and good in every way.
I have a keen eye for identifying a hero.
"Ping An, this isn't calligraphy, is it?"
"Master, I'm still not good at writing with a brush, especially small characters. This is the fine charcoal I asked the kitchen of the inn for. My mother wrapped it with a cloth strip for me. I call it a charcoal pencil."
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "Not bad, you like to use your brain. When we get there, I will ask someone to teach you calligraphy. Charcoal can also be used on weekdays, but it can't be kept for long. Your notes are very good, although many parts are still unclear. This is normal. Ping An, take the time to read the book I gave you. Ask the master if you don't understand."
He had originally planned to teach his children himself, but gave up as he was too busy. Sun Yat-sen was more suitable for him. He was the chief steward around him, a talented scholar, and was careful and patient.
Let Da Wu and Xiao Wu teach you martial arts. Their skills are more solid than Jixiang and Ruyi's.
His first disciple must be both civil and military, have superb medical skills, and be better than himself in all aspects. Besides, he was not going to let this advantage slip away.
"Understood, Master."
The official roads in the Great Zhou were good, and the Sun family's carriage was equipped with shock absorbers, so Ping An didn't feel the bumps. Seeing that his master was reading his medical records, he picked up the Baicao Collection and started reading.
Doctor Sun finally gave him the book.
This kind of book is most suitable for reading in the car. He basically understands and even recognizes what is written in it, but it does not prevent him from rereading it to deepen his memory and avoid being seen by others. Even a genius cannot know without learning.
Erqiang felt sad. He didn't want to read in the car, and he couldn't read many words. It would have been better if he didn't come over in the beginning. He could sit with his aunt and get some snacks from time to time.
In the afternoon, he had to go back to his aunt's car.
He had nothing to do so he could only look outside through the car window. There was no such good road in the countryside. Neither his father nor his grandfather had ever been to the capital. Ping'an said that he would go to the capital in the future, so he would naturally go if Ping'an went.
The boy's heart burned with excitement.
Where is the capital? Where the emperor lives.
Erqiang clenched his hands tightly, he didn't like studying. Brother Jixiang said that if he followed Ping'an and had no skills, he would have to change to a better one sooner or later.
Kung Fu is the most important thing, but you also have to be able to read and write. When you are away from home, you may need to write a letter at any time. If you don’t even know the name of the inn, that will definitely not work.
He likes Kung Fu and will study it well. In the early mornings these few days, he and Ping An followed Jixiang and others to learn. He never thought that Ping An, a little boy, would put so much effort into learning it and even learn it better than him.
He was puzzled. Why was a child under eight years old trying so hard?
Erqiang was upset.
Sun Sicheng's eyes were full of smiles. Ping'an took very good notes, much better than when he was seven or eight years old.
"Ping An, put the book down. I will explain this disease to you in detail. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just remember as much as you can. We will take our time."
Ping An nodded, put down the book, and moved closer to the master.
Erqiang saw that the eldest son and Ping'an were learning very hard, one teaching and the other learning, and it had been an hour. Wouldn't he be thirsty?
He didn't understand anything at all and was completely confused. He simply closed his eyes and recalled every move that Brother Jixiang had taught him over the past few days.
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Mei Niang was sewing a new schoolbag for Erqiang in the car. Although the bag used a lot of material, it was indeed practical.
There are so many small bags, suitable for anything.
My husband also wants one and says it’s convenient when we’re out, so let’s make one.
I will make one more for my son and a smaller one for myself. In this way, I will have enough thick cloth.
This time I bought cheap materials, and some thick cloth, but not much.
During these days in the county town, she knew better that jewelry didn't matter, but clothes must not be torn, as wearing torn clothes would only bring shame to the eldest master.
Not only Ping An, but also she, her husband and Er Qiang need to be normal.
After all, they are Ping'an's parents and family. Their son is now the eldest son's apprentice and may become a famous doctor in the future. As the parents of a famous doctor, they cannot be too stingy.
The amount of money given by my son, the annual salary given by my eldest son, and the previous savings was exactly one hundred taels.
When you arrive in the city, you should try to buy some land as early as possible. Property must be accumulated bit by bit.
Wan Changsheng turned his head and vaguely saw his wife doing handicrafts. Jiao County would be farther and farther away from them, and the heavy stone in his heart seemed to be gone.
The more he cherished this family, the more he worried about gains and losses, but he had no one to talk to, and no one could talk to.
We had some dry food for lunch and prepared to rush to Zao Town in the afternoon to stay overnight, which was separated by two towns.
After rushing and hurrying, we finally arrived at Wanshun Inn and stayed there at dusk.
After putting away their luggage and washing up, they went downstairs to have dinner. As soon as the food was served, a group of people rushed over.
"Boss, please send someone to take me to get a doctor. My son has injured his leg. Please give him three more rooms, one first-class room and two middle-class rooms."
A man came to the shopkeeper in a hurry, blood still flowing from his forehead.
"Dr. Xu in town is pretty good, but if the injury is serious, we may need to go to the county town. No, the county town is too far away. Xiao Liuzi, take this guest to see Dr. Xu."
As they were talking, a group of people came in carrying a young boy. The boy was already semi-conscious, humming unconsciously with a painful expression on his face.
Turns out he’s from the Bai family. What a fate.
Sun Sicheng walked over and said, "I am the eldest son of Baicaotang. I am a good doctor. Would you like me to take a look?"
A man who looked like a butler knelt down with a plop and said, "God bless us, Bodhisattva bless us, and please help us, young master. We are from the Bai family in the prefecture, and this is my young master, who fell off his horse badly."
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