"Shall we go or not?" Meng Jing tugged at A Mian and asked in a low voice.
Amian shook her head, "We ate her eggs, and we only heard her say a few words. What's the big deal?"
She has an extremely simple sense of right and wrong, and she would never do something like eating from a bowl and then cursing the cook.
Gradually, the room became much emptier, except for A-Mian and the anxious A-Jing, as well as some older women.
On the contrary, it was the young women who were thin-skinned who left.
In A-Mian's opinion, Dr. Mo had the demeanor of a great general. Even after being publicly insulted like that, she showed no anger or indignation, calmly saying, "If you don't want to hear it, you don't have to force yourself."
She then continued with the content she was supposed to talk about.
Many of these were things that A-Mian had never thought of before, and they were as interesting as listening to a storyteller.
The most useful knowledge was the concept of "private parts." Ah Mian suddenly realized why she shouldn't have hidden her small purse in her chest before, as it was inconvenient to take money out every time.
When A-Mian was leaving school, she looked out the window and saw Meng Chijian standing calmly outside the door, holding a paper kite in his hand.
The doctor beside him looked utterly lost. It was unclear how long he'd been listening, but he muttered to himself, "The Compendium of Materia Medica says, 'When a woman enters menstruation, her bodily fluids are foul and filthy, therefore gentlemen keep their distance.' This has led to various interpretations… Doctor Mo, could the Compendium of Materia Medica be wrong? And what are you referring to as 'bacteria' and 'viruses'…?"
Seeing that he was a medical student, Mo Man realized that he was a fellow medical professional and needed to vent his frustration at being pelted with eggs. He then burst into a wicked laugh.
Hehehe—
She turned and went back into the inner room, took a scroll from a drawer, and suddenly unfolded it in front of the man.
That was a diagram of human organ structure.
Wen Qiao stared intently for a moment, utterly horrified. "This...this is the inside of the human body! How is this possible—this is impossible!"
Our bodies, hair, and skin are gifts from our parents; even after death, we deserve a proper burial. In this context, even physicians often lack a complete understanding of the human body's internal structure, relying solely on past medical texts and their own experience to make judgments…
This one picture alone is enough to drive doctors all over the world crazy!
Seeing his loss of composure, Mo Man's anger from being hit with eggs dissipated considerably, and she put away the drawing and prepared to leave.
"Dr. Mo..."
Amian sat obediently in her seat, looked up and asked, "Will there be school tomorrow?"
Mo Man thought for a moment and said, "Not necessarily. If there are only a few people, the lecture is not very meaningful. I can only prepare a lecture when I encounter a more prominent problem, such as some common regional diseases. Otherwise, I don't know what to talk about."
"Oh." A-Mian took a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) out of the basket. "Dr. Mo, please have some. We made this at home."
Mo Man took the zongzi, untied the string, and immediately smelled the faint fragrance of leaves and glutinous rice. Although it was cold, it tasted salty when she bit into it, unlike the overly greasy ones she had eaten before.
Not only that, the red bean paste was smooth and delicate, and the cured meat had just the right amount of firmness. She had only intended to try it at first, but now she was practically wolfing it down. Her usually expressionless face showed a rare, exaggerated reaction: "Delicious. Salty meat rice dumplings are truly the best in the world."
A-Mian nodded and immediately decided to go to the street to sell her fresh food, "salty meat rice dumplings," priced at three coins each.
"Alright then, if you'd like, come back in a few days wearing clothes suitable for activities, and I'll teach you the Eight Pieces of Brocade and some health exercises." Mo Man found the little local girl in front of her quite endearing. "What's your name?"
“My name is Lu Amian. If you need anything, you can send someone to the blacksmith shop in the west of the city. I often go there.”
"Yes, my name is Mo Man." The person she transmigrated into had the same name as her.
Amian also found it amazing. From childhood to adulthood, few people were willing to talk to her or be her friends. Only Adou had always been by her side and was willing to listen to her. Now, she had actually made a new friend.
Why are you here?
Meng Chijian took the basket from her back. "I just happened to be passing by."
Wen Qiao finally came to her senses and said with a forced smile, "Yes, it took me half an hour to get here from the west side of the city."
"Is this for me?!" A-Mian's attention was already focused on the beautiful large paper kite. "I can see it, it's shaped like a tiger."
"Hmm." Meng Chijian shot Wen Qiao a glare. He had rushed to pick her up after hearing that the magistrate's daughter was spreading rumors. However, after listening for a while, he didn't think there was anything alarmist about it.
Actually, most of the people here today are from the city. If we were to give a presentation in their rural areas, it wouldn't be a problem.
When people in the countryside speak, they often use all sorts of vulgar language, including the most crude. Married aunts and uncles, on the other hand, don't care about such things.
When they later talked about how women love cleanliness, Meng Chijian wished he could have A-Mian sit there and learn more.
There are many things he can't say on a regular basis, and Ah Mian's mother passed away early, so no one taught her these things!
Moreover, Wen Qiao was also present. Initially, she had planned to expose this woman on the spot if she spread any strange healing methods. However, after listening for a while, her old friend remained silent, which suggested that there might be some truth to her words.
Meng Chijian didn't think much of it and followed A Mian away.
"Selling zongzi! Selling zongzi! Big, fragrant savory pork zongzi, three coins each!"
While calling out to sell, Ah Mian untied a string from a rice dumpling herself, nodding repeatedly as she ate it. "What should I do? I'm a little reluctant to sell it."
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