Ye Zhiqiu was still indignant and said: "This old man talks in a set way. I thought he was so righteous, but when he mentioned money, he just left me here and walked away."
"You talk too much. Reflect on yourself." Jiang Nian only left these words.
Ye Zhiqiu's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to delay and hurried to boil the medicine.
Although Jiang Nian did not overdraw his physical strength, he was still tired after all this ordeal.
When she had rested and came out of the house, she saw Ye Zhiqiu standing at the door facing the wall.
“Master…”
Seeing her come out, she called out in a low voice.
In her eyes, Jiang Nian was like a reborn parent to her. Although he was usually strict and had very high demands, he had never scolded her as much as he did today.
Just a few simple words made her feel so uneasy.
"Do you know what's wrong?"
"I shouldn't talk nonsense."
Jiang Nian said: "There is nothing wrong with speaking, and I have never restricted you from speaking. But you have to remember one thing: too much talk leads to mistakes. In front of ability, complaining is just the incompetence of the weak. In front of the strong, incompetent complaints will put yourself in danger."
As a little girl, Jiang Nian also had her youthful and impulsive moments.
She was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, and she became famous as soon as she appeared in the world.
How can one keep a low profile when he becomes famous at a young age? He flaunts his abilities so much that by the time he realizes what's happening, it's already too late.
Ye Zhiqiu doesn't have the ability she had at that time, so he is more receptive to advice than she was back then.
People's courage is linked to their ability. If they lack ability, their courage will naturally be weak.
Instead of saying meaningless words, it is better to spend more time enriching yourself.
Once you have enough ability, there is no need to complain or feel indignant. Many people will rush to curry favor with you.
"I understand, Master." Ye Zhiqiu listened carefully.
Jiang Nian nodded and went to the clinic.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand some words. As long as you think about them patiently, you will understand them one day.
But Jiang Nian still didn't want her first apprentice to be like her and use his own experience to understand the ways of the world.
It’s like parents always teach their children not to go down the wrong path they have taken, but the children have never walked that tempting path, so how can they know that the road ahead may only look prosperous but is actually full of thorns?
When he found the thorns and wanted to turn back, he found that there was no way back for his young children and elderly parents. He could only carry the heavy bag and move forward with gritted teeth.
This cycle repeats itself, generation after generation.
There is no such thing as being sensible or not, there is only having experienced it and not having experienced it.
On the road of human growth, one always has to pay a price for nourishment. Occasionally, the branches and leaves that emerge will flourish, but most of the ones that cannot emerge can only struggle in the soil.
As for where Ye Zhiqiu's future will go, whether good or bad, no one can say.
At this time, the clinic had been cleaned up and the bloodstains on the bed had been replaced.
But Zhang Er’s bed was occupied, so he could only sit on the bench.
Jiang Nian checked the injured person's condition. Although the person was still unconscious, his life was saved.
She talked to Zhang Er about the bedding. Last time she bought cotton, she peeled off some of the remaining cotton seeds and planted them in the space. Now she has harvested a large piece of it, including quilt covers. The lining is mostly homespun cloth woven by the farmers themselves. She can get more cotton, which will cause some trouble for Zhang Er's family, but she can get a new quilt in return.
The situation was urgent and his bedding was stained with blood, so it was really worthless.
Of course, this is just what Jiang Nian thinks.
The farmers were simple and honest. They took the quilt apart, tore off the cotton with blood stains, and rearranged it to make it into a new quilt. As for the blood stains on the quilt, they would disappear after washing, so Zhang Er temporarily put it in a corner and refused Jiang Nian's compensation. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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