Mr. Zhao was lying on the door panel and was carried home by his classmates.

Although there are sedan chairs and carriages, who can see the people inside?

Naturally, the best effect of the beating in the court would be to display the Second Master openly and let a group of peers surround him and parade him around the city, so as to bring out the best effect.

So from Zuoanmen to Chunsong Hutong, a distance of seven miles, Zhao Shouzheng was like a sacred bull being carried through the streets on a community day, allowing the people along the way to watch, admire and comment on him.

"Hey, who is this? Why is he beaten like this again?"

"Hey, isn't this Zhao Zhuangyuan? Mashiro..."

"Why were we beaten?" the people were talking about it.

"Our brother pleaded for the people!" His classmates loudly told the people along the street about Mr. Zhao's glorious deeds. "He was punished for the people of the world!"

In fact, my classmates didn't know why my brother was beaten with a stick. But the reason is not important, what is important is the result.

It's like winning a gold medal in the Olympics. Who cares what event you're in?

As long as you have been beaten with a stick in the court, you are a loyal minister who has spoken for the people! That is a glorious history that will be recorded in history books and erected on a monument in the village. It will be admired for the rest of your life and regarded as the greatest honor by the world!

Therefore, this did not affect the enthusiastic cheering for their big brother among their peers.

It also did not affect the people of Beijing who expressed their highest respect to Master Zhao with tears in their eyes.

After all, the affairs of the court were too far away from them, so they only needed to simply distinguish between loyal officials and treacherous officials, and then worship the former and despise the latter...

"In the past 200 years of our dynasty, we have never heard of a champion being beaten with a stick in the imperial court." The people along the way shed tears and worshiped:

"As a great scholar, how could you suffer this if it wasn't for the common people?"

"Zhao Zhuangyuan pleaded for the people. The young and old men in the capital will miss you forever..."

Hearing those passionate confessions, Mr. Zhao was so embarrassed that his face turned red and he twisted and turned on the bed, almost falling off.

Zhao is unworthy of this, men. Compared to those heroes who really plead for the people, I just got into a fight and scolded someone, and then was scolded by the emperor...

He really wanted to jump off the bed, cover his face and run home.

From this point of view alone, Mr. Zhao is better than most of the civil servants who seek fame and reputation and deliberately try to get the imperial caning.

At least he still has some sense of shame.

Unfortunately, his son didn't know...

Mr. Zhao could only accept his "fate" silently and let the public visit him along the way.

It was getting dark when they were slowly carried back to Chunsong Hutong to the sound of suona.

~~

Zhao Hao asked several disciples to ask all his classmates to leave the house, saying that his father needed treatment, and then asked the imperial physician Wang from next door to come and take a look.

Doctor Old Wang was full of respect for Mr. Zhao Er who pleaded for the people. He even slaughtered a sheep that fed his own milk and brought a hot sheepskin to apply to Mr. Zhao Er.

But when he pulled down his pants, Doctor Wang immediately lost interest, threw the sheepskin into Zhao Shizhen's arms, and said in a muffled voice: "It's useless. It's a waste of a sheep for me."

"It's okay, just stick it on." Fan Datong came up and said with an apologetic smile, "Otherwise, other people's butts will be covered with wool, while my brother's butt will be bare. How embarrassing!"

"Get lost!" Zhao Shouzheng finally couldn't help himself and jumped up to kick Fan Datong. "How can I face people like that?"

Everyone immediately looked at them in surprise. Why would you need to show your butt to others?

"Don't get excited. Your butt isn't even broken. You can't put a patch on it even if you want to." Doctor Wang sighed and said, "Apply some ointment to reduce the swelling. It will be healed in a few days."

As he said this, he dropped a small porcelain bottle and prepared to close the medicine box and leave. Only then did he discover that a plate of silver ingots had appeared in the medicine box.

Doctor Wang remained calm, picked up the obviously heavier medicine box and walked out of the room.

Hmm, about two hundred taels...

In the yard, a group of classmates were waiting anxiously and immediately surrounded them.

"Doctor, how is my brother's injury?"

"Will he not be disabled?"

"Is your life safe?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao is out of danger." Old Doctor Wang said seriously, "Use the medicine for ulcers passed down from my ancestors, and he will be cured in two or three months."

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone and said, "The injured need to rest, please stop making noise here."

Then, he left with steady steps amid the admiring gazes of everyone.

~~

In the next few days, Zhao Shouzheng naturally had to stay in bed and rest at home.

Li Chengen and Li Mingyue came to visit every day. Of course, the former was a real visit, and the latter was a fake visit...

The princess also wanted to come and see how Zhao Lang's injury was, but was persuaded by Liu Shanggong and Ji Sizheng.

How could a princess like her go to visit a man, let alone a widower of similar age?

It's hard not to make people think in the wrong way.

Zhang Juzheng also sent Jingxiu and others to visit Zhao Shouzheng, and brought him several wild ginseng from Liaodong that were as thick as sticks.

Li Maocai and Chen Yubi also came to express their condolences on behalf of their respective fathers.

Although this may seem like an slap in the face to Lord Xu, as a father I cannot stop my children from respecting their teachers, right?

After visiting Zhao Shouzheng, Li Maocai and Chen Yubei were reluctant to leave.

Zhao Hao was sitting in the patio, thinking hard about the test paper... He wanted to test out his students' math level to see if it could match his second class.

"Hey, why aren't you leaving yet?" After a long while, Zhao Hao stretched and saw that the two young masters were still standing there.

"I heard that the master is going to be sent away." Li Maocai said in a low voice with a worried look on his face.

"Um."

"What about the teacher?"

"Follow me." Zhao Hao answered casually while flipping through a book with his head down.

"Then how do we become his disciples?" Li Maocai and Chen Yiqin asked anxiously.

The two young masters have not passed the entrance examination yet.

"I didn't expect that you two still remembered this." Zhao Hao put down the work at hand and said with a generous smile: "The original agreement was just a joke and it doesn't count anymore."

However, the more he pushed outwards, the more Li Maocai and Chen Yubi wanted to move in.

"How can that be? A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!"

"Yes, teacher, do you think we are too stupid?" Chen Yubi, a scholar, said such words, which shows how his self-confidence has been destroyed by "Geometry".

Li Maocai also looked at Zhao Hao pitifully.

The two knew that Mr. Zhao's science was no longer as deserted as it was at the beginning of the year, and Sanyang had to go to various clubs to recruit people to join.

After half a year of hard work, his reputation has risen rapidly, and there are many people who want to become his disciples every day.

Zhao Hao had no choice but to open another registration office opposite the Science Exhibition Room in the East Courtyard. He sent disciples to take turns to sit in charge every day and test the scholars who came to register.

In the past month, about three hundred people have registered, and about thirty have passed the exam.

With the addition of Jiuyang and Zhao Shizhen, Zhao Hao now has a proper class of students.

Teacher Zhao can’t even teach all the serious students, so why would he care about two idiots like us?

So, both gentlemen are honest people, and their understanding of Teacher Zhao is still superficial.

If they knew a little more, they would definitely know that Master Zhao would not miss the opportunity to take the first and second assistants as his apprentices.

Even if the two of them are really idiots, the publicity effect is still great!

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