Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Talking about Safety Master Cui's Safety Lesson...
It was getting dark and the candlelight in the study was flickering.
"Tell me, what happened today? It was you who injured Liu Qichang's hand?"
As a father, he knew his son was definitely not fighting with others for no reason. So when Liu Qichang said that Zhao Qingyue had injured him without reason, he didn't believe a word of it.
Zhao Qingyue pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.
Father Zhao asked tentatively: "Is it related to your sister?"
Zhao Qingyue lowered his head and agreed without any rebuttal.
Father Zhao slammed his palm on the desk, and with a loud bang, the whole desk shook.
Seeing his father getting angry, Zhao Qingyue quickly said, "It's all my fault. Daddy, punish me."
This morning, Liu Qichuang returned to Xing'antang with a dislocated wrist and asked him to set the bone. The old manager of Xing'antang had been out on business these days, and he was even more lawless without any restraint, and started cursing directly in the pharmacy.
Father Zhao knew that the brother and sister were strolling around town together today, and he immediately guessed what was going on. Liu Qichang was a well-known playboy in town, and even he had heard of him.
His face immediately turned dark and he said that he didn't know how to set bones, and asked Liu Qichuang to find someone else.
This angered Liu Qichang, who immediately threatened to fire Zhao's father and ask him to leave.
Zhao's father had a temper when he was young, but it had only become more subdued with age. However, that didn't mean he had no temper at all. He immediately took off his Xing'antang outer robe, picked up his medicine box, and left.
Seeing his father getting angry, Zhao Qingyue quickly said, "It's all my fault. Daddy, punish me."
"What's wrong with that? You fought well!" Father Zhao patted his shoulder and praised him.
Zhao Qingyue originally thought that his father would blame him for being reckless, but he didn't expect to get a compliment in return.
"As a man, it's your duty to protect your sister."
Hearing his father say this, Zhao Qingyue felt even worse. He guessed that his father would definitely be implicated, which was why he had been so patient in the past.
"I'm afraid I'll cause trouble for Dad again..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Zhao's father, who waved his hand and said, "I have decided to leave Xing'an Hall."
“Daddy!”
Zhao Qingyue raised his head suddenly.
Treating illnesses and saving lives is not just Mr. Zhao's job; it's already become part of his life. Without it, he'd be like a fish out of water.
"Xing'an Hall has become increasingly outrageous over the years, and I've seen it all. I've wanted to leave for a long time, and this is just the right opportunity. You don't have to think too much about it."
The medicine sold at Xing'antang is expensive, but as a small doctor, he has no way to change this.
Sometimes when he met someone who was too poor to afford medicine and came to see him for treatment, he would go home at night to prepare the medicine in his own pharmacy and then secretly bring it to the person the next day.
Since his father said so, Zhao Qingyue had no choice but to swallow his words of dissuasion and asked:
"So now that you've left Xing'an Hall, aren't you planning on opening your own clinic?"
He had made some money recently, but he hadn't been willing to spend it all, so he saved it all. If Zhao's father needed money to open a pharmacy, he could give it to him now.
Zhao Qingyue never understood why his father, whose medical skills were superb and not only considered the best in Qingkang Town but also well-known outside the village, was confined to this small Qingshan Village. Why didn't he open his own clinic?
Father Zhao shook his head, his aged eyes revealing some memories. He said, "When I was young, I made a bet with someone. If I lost, I would never open a clinic again."
He still keeps his promise to a bet made many years ago, which is why he has been a quack doctor all these years and has never opened his own clinic.
Zhao Qingyue wanted to ask more about the time, but he heard the girl outside shouting that dinner was ready, so he had to give up.
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On the dinner table, there was a steaming roast chicken, a few pancakes, and a few earthenware pots that Cui Cen didn't know what they were used for.
Cui Cen tried hard to clench his right hand but failed. He slightly raised his right hand, which was wrapped like a dumpling, and sighed helplessly.
Although he was very touched by Zhao Mingsheng's act of bandaging his wound, but... wasn't the injury just to the tip of his finger?
Fortunately, there was no need to use chopsticks for dinner tonight, so Cui Cen had washed his hands and could eat directly with his left hand.
After learning that Cui Cen had burned his hands while roasting the chicken, Zhao's father's behavior was very interesting. He took the initiative to put the chicken leg on the left and the chicken foot on the right into Cui Cen's bowl.
It is also called what you eat will replenish what you lack.
Cui Cen was gnawing on a chicken leg, but he inexplicably felt that he seemed to have some retrograde Mercury recently, with either his legs or hands injured.
The roast chicken is plump, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
But Zhao Mingsheng didn't like this kind of greasy food very much. She felt a little sick of it after eating two pieces. She opened the earthenware jar beside her, scooped out a piece of bright red fermented bean curd, spread it evenly on the pancake, and then ate it in small bites.
In a short while, half of the pancake was eaten.
Seeing how delicious the food tasted, Cui Cen became very greedy and followed her example and took a piece of pancake.
Because his right hand was inconvenient, the way he applied the fermented bean curd was quite strange, which made everyone at the table laugh.
Zhao Qingyue couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he took the pancake from his hand, spread the fermented bean curd evenly on it for him, and then gave it back to him.
Cui Cen thanked him and put it into his mouth impatiently.
One bite and your mouth is filled with salty and fragrant taste. The unique aroma of fermented bean curd combined with the aroma of the flatbread makes you feel satisfied.
"Delicious!" Cui Cen exclaimed in amazement.
Of the other two men in the family, one could not drink and the other could not drink, so Father Zhao had to drink alone and poured himself a small bowl of Qingshan Village's unique green wine.
After drinking the wine in the bowl, Father Zhao picked up a small piece of fermented bean curd with chopsticks and put it directly into his mouth. The delicate taste immediately washed away the spicy taste of the wine on the tip of his tongue, leaving only the freshness.
He praised: "Auntie Zou's skill in pickling fermented bean curd is really amazing. Girl, go ask her how she pickles it, and we'll pickle a jar of it someday."
Zhao Mingsheng agreed immediately. She also thought it was delicious and the pickles were well-seasoned. She could eat a big bowl of it with rice.
Even if Father Zhao didn't say it today, she planned to take some time to learn from Aunt Zou. Judging from the appetite of the men in her family, these two earthenware jars would probably be empty in half a month. She couldn't finish them all and then ask others for more.
After dinner, Cui Cen came to the study with a stomach full of three pancakes.
The pens, ink, paper and inkstone that have been ordered will be delivered to the school early tomorrow morning, so they plan to start teaching tomorrow.
Cui Cen originally planned to have them start learning from the Three Character Classic and teach them to write some simple characters on the first day.
But plans cannot keep up with changes. His hands can't even hold chopsticks, let alone a pen.
It is impossible to teach the children to write now, so he plans to discuss with Zhao Mingsheng what to teach tomorrow.
After hearing Cui Cen's words, Zhao Mingsheng pondered for a moment and then said, "Why not teach the children how to be safe?"
Cui Cen was puzzled: "Be careful?"
"Yes, for example, tell them not to go fishing in a fast-flowing river; don't climb trees with dry bark that look strong but are actually hollow inside, and their branches break if you step on them; don't run around alone in the mountains because there are many poisonous snakes and fierce beasts..."
Zhao Mingsheng was thirsty after talking for a long time. Before she could reach out to pour some water, Cui Cen handed her a cup of tea at the right time.
Zhao Mingsheng took the teacup and gulped down the tea, finally quenching the thirst in his throat.
After drinking it, she realized that this was actually the tea poured by the little bully. Her first reaction was, could this child really be scalded and stupid?
I couldn't help but reach out and touch Cui Cen's forehead to check the temperature. Just as I touched him, the person opposite me suddenly took a big step away.
"Why... why are you touching me suddenly?!"
Cui Cen stuttered a little, and a suspicious blush appeared on the tip of his fair ears.
"Try to see if you have a fever. It's your fault for acting so abnormally today." Zhao Mingsheng said righteously.
"There's something wrong with me!"
Cui Cen was so angry that his face turned red. He had never served others like this before, pouring tea and handing water, and this woman actually dared to say that he was abnormal!
After taking the temperature and confirming that he did not have a fever, Zhao Mingsheng withdrew his fingertips.
Seeing Cui Ergou about to get angry again, he quickly smoothed his fur and said unconscionably, "I didn't say you were abnormal. I was just worried that you might get sick."
I said silently in my heart, just think that he suddenly had a change of heart and changed his ways.
The word "worry" pleased Cui Cen, and his expression finally brightened. He snorted and whispered, "That's more like it."
Zhao Mingsheng quickly took the opportunity to change the subject: "Did you write down everything I just said?" Afraid that he might not remember, he added: "I'll write it down for you with a pen."
Just as he was about to take out a pen and paper to write to him, he was stopped by the young man.
"No need, I have a photographic memory! If you don't believe me, I'll recite it to you now."
Speaking of this young man, his jade-white face revealed a long-lost confidence and high-spirited vigor, with a bit of scholarly spirit and a sense of being able to command everything.
"That's not necessary. I believe you." Zhao Mingsheng glanced at his zongzi hand and said with a smile, "There is one more most important thing I forgot to tell you."
She spoke so seriously, and mentioned five "mosts" in a row, that even Cui Cen couldn't help but become curious.
"What? You said I would remember it well and tell the kids about it tomorrow."
"The most important thing is not to touch the ashes with your hands."
Cui Cen, who had been teased, said: "I feel offended..."
After saying this, Zhao Mingsheng ran away like an agile little rabbit.
Looking at the girl's back as she ran away, Cui Cen smiled helplessly. The strange thing was that although he was fooled, he didn't feel angry.
The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Cui Cen couldn't sleep.
He stared at the beams with his eyes open, emptying his mind.
It’s my first time being a teacher, and it would be a lie to say I’m not nervous.
He tried hard to recall the master's every move in his mind, his serious eyebrows and his raised beard.
After rehearsing today's tasks in his mind, he prepared to get up and wash up.
When he sat up, he found that there was something extra next to his pillow.
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