Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

Shen Yourong was happy when he heard it. He thought it would be such a difficult word puzzle, but it turned out to be this. He almost blurted out: "Mr. Zhenchuan, Gui Youguang."

The musical instrument boy did not expect that such a difficult riddle could be solved by Shen. You must know that last year's Lantern Festival, the riddle was moved from eleven to twenty, and on the last day, it was solved by a student who happened to be passing by.

In fact, there is no reason to blame others. After all, the person who solves the mystery is a scholar, but the person who solves the mystery is an ordinary person, and they usually address everyone by their name. For example, Mr. Yangming and others know who Wang Shouren is, and there must be many people who don't know. .

Although the name of Mr. Zhenchuan is widely spread in the literary world, many people know it, but who cares about Mr. Zhenchuan's surname? Therefore, a mystery that is difficult for ordinary people, in the eyes of real scholars, is A piece of cake.

This is the ancient times. Although ordinary people can study and become officials, they are only one in ten thousand, and most of them are still doing nothing. When the time came to the late Ming Dynasty, everything changed, and opportunities for ordinary people were everywhere.

This unequal literary fight came to an end like this. If the person who came here was not Shen Yourong, if Shen Yourong was not from the Shen family, and his uncle was not Shen Maoxue, these children from the capital would not have been defeated so miserably.< /p>

Zhang Jiebin comforted the eighteen defeated youths, and then said: "Brother Shen, are you going to challenge the eight of them alone, or are you going to fight in pairs until you win in the end?"

"Let me try my hand at two people first." Shen Yourong is good at martial arts, but not reckless. Most scholars come from aristocratic families, and heroes come from rough families. He can rely on the Shen family's background to beat them in literary combat, but not necessarily in martial arts. It’s okay too.

Two strong young men came out with a tacit understanding. They were both children of low-level military attachés and had no inheritance rights. They had to start from scratch on their own and began to hone their martial arts skills since they were young. In addition, they grew up when Tan Lun was reorganizing the Beijing camp. Compared with Their seniors and juniors can be regarded as a promising generation.

Zhang Jiebin saw the three of them going back and forth and fighting lively, so he thought to himself: Brother Shen seems to be from a family of martial arts, not a family of generals. The moves in his hands are really beautiful, but they are inevitably a bit redundant. He is stronger than me. , if I had such strength, the two of them would not be able to carry out ten moves in my hands.

While Zhang Jiebin was thinking about it, the three people in the field had passed more than twenty moves, and Shen Yourong had gradually reached the top.

Shen Yourong had been working behind closed doors before, and this was his first time traveling far away. In the countryside, everyone knew that he was from the Shen family and that his uncle was a great talent, so they all treated him with courtesy. This made him unclear about his true strength. .< /p>

After this fight, he had some reservations. It wasn't until he became familiar with it that he gradually exerted his strength and forced the two of them back. Shen Yourong cupped his fists and said, "I give in!"

The two smiled bitterly, then apologized: "Thank you, Brother Shen, for showing mercy!"

Zhang Jiebin laughed loudly and said: "Wonderful, the three of them are all true heroes. Jiebin admires them. It would be even better if they could become fellow disciples."

The two men were overjoyed when they heard this. They were not afraid of hardship, but they were afraid that they would not be able to learn their true skills. If they could learn it, they would be willing to go around the entire capital, let alone kowtow a thousand times around the imperial city.

Shen Yourong didn't wait for Zhang Jiebin to ask, turned to look at the remaining six people and said, "You all come together!"

One of them was very anxious after hearing this and said quickly: "Hey, you didn't mean to just let us come up with the questions. Why did you decide on your own?"

This young man's surname is Wang, Weima. He is a son of a military family and has been good at handling horses for generations. His father is a sergeant who manages horses and herds at Zhongfu Pasture. Zhongfu Pasture is located outside Dong'an Gate and is one of the two pastures in the city where the Royal Horse Supervisor is located. The other place is the pasture in the Royal Horse Prison, which is all controlled by eunuchs. After successful training, they will be assigned to take charge of various pastures.

Wang fed the horse and said: "A group of good horses just came from Ji Town. They haven't been tamed yet. I want to compete with you in taming them."

Shen Yourong's mouth twitched when he heard it, and he took a deep breath before calming down, and said simply: "I know how to ride a horse, but if I can't control a horse, Shen will give up."

Wang Feima was overjoyed and said to the seven people: "Let me tell you, if we use our special skills, can't we win this time?"

One of the two people in front regretted: "If I had known that I would compete with him on how to repair a gun, what kind of martial arts competition would I have?"

The remaining five people became more active and started talking one after another.

"Haha, you and I are here to catch a thief. Based on my familiarity with the alleys of Beijing, whether you are an official or a thief, you will definitely lose."

"You and I are competing to do business. We each pay ten cents to see who makes more."

"I compete with you in making weapons, do you dare to come?"

"I, I, I..." The remaining two people thought for a long time, but did not come up with any winning ideas, so they said together: "We are also here to catch thieves."

Shen Yourong couldn't laugh or cry. He wanted to turn around and leave, but he didn't want to give up on the famous teacher. He shook his head and accepted his fate: "I don't know how to make weapons, and the rest is up to you. How long is the time for the officer to catch the thief?"

Zhang Jiebin studied under Zhou Shuxue and was proficient in astronomy and calendar. He was very sensitive to the time. He looked at the shadow of the sun and added the previous bells, and calculated: "There are about three quarters of an hour before the unitary hour, so the three-quarters of an hour is the limit. The bell rings. Win or lose."

As soon as Shen Yourong heard about Youshi, he remembered that his uncle asked him to go back before Youshi. In order not to delay, he chose to be a thief and let the other three become officials. After Zhang Jiebin gave the order, he ran away.

He ran all the way on East Chang'an Avenue, along the road he had walked in the morning, and rushed towards Zhang Mansion. He wanted to go back and say something to his uncle first, and he had an impression of walking along this road. Shen Yourong's legs and feet were fast, and the street People were coming and going, and soon the three of them were left behind.

Soon he arrived at Zhang's Mansion. He went to the living room to drink tea and couldn't help but laugh. He thought to himself: I'll let you make trouble. You can touch your eyes in the remaining two quarters of an hour. I won't accompany you. He made up his mind that if the bell doesn't ring, Can't go out.

Just like that, three cups of tea passed, and when the clock struck, he went to the toilet in a hurry, came back and said to the door: "When Mr. Shen asks about it later, just tell me that I will go back to the clubhouse first."< /p>

"Okay, Mr. Shen, walk slowly. Can I arrange a car for you?" Menzi said.

"No, no, it's just a few steps, I'll just walk back. I also plan to stroll along the way." Shen Yourong quickly waved his hands and said, the competition is not over yet, he still has to go back!

Not long after he left, Shen Maoxue and Zhang Sixiu walked out together. Zhang Sixiu asked: "Is Mr. Shen coming back?"

"Young Master Shen came back and drank some tea in the living room. As soon as the bell rang, he left again. He asked me to tell Mr. Shen that he would go back to the club first. I was going to arrange a car for him, but Mr. Shen didn't want to sit. He said he wanted to go shopping along the way." Menzi said truthfully.

"Mr. Shen, look, Brother Shen has gone back, do you still want to introduce him to your father?" Zhang Sixiu asked.

Shen Maoxue pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "No need, Si Xiu will let this matter go. It is better to let him take the path of martial arts on his own. Only by being upright can he stand out in the army."

Zhang Sixiu nodded. He also knew that Shen's uncle and nephew were all capable people. With or without his help from the Zhang family, they would be able to get ahead.

Shen Yourong rushed back to the entrance of the dungeon and saw that the three people had been waiting dejectedly for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, he said to Zhang Jiebin: "Brother Zhang, there are only four people left now. Can you let us go in together?"

Zhang Jiebin pondered for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head and said: "What about the four of us? I think the two people you are competing with can join in together! As for the others, it's not that there is no chance. It depends on whether you can grasp it."< /p>

"What opportunity?" everyone asked.

"Conditions remain unchanged, kowtow a thousand times!" After Zhang Jiebin finished speaking, he walked in with six people.

Arrange everyone in an empty cell, and arrange for individual interviews one by one. Zhang Jiebin first asked the two martial arts youths to go first, and the third one was Shen Yourong, followed by Wang Ma Ma, the weapons repair boy, and the merchant boy.

After the interview, Zhang Jiebin asked everyone: "Is Mr. Jiming worthy of being your teacher?"

Shen Yourong smiled and nodded: "I admire Mr. Ji Ming's talent very much."

The other five teenagers smiled bitterly, and Wang Weima even said bluntly: "I was just so nervous that I forgot to ask."

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and their expressions were no longer tense. Zhang Jiebin nodded secretly, and then led them in together.

He Liangchen looked at the seven people in front of him. He didn't expect that he hadn't found a suitable candidate in twenty years. In just a few days, there were seven candidates. After questioning them one by one, he already had an idea in his mind and said: "The last name is Shen's boy can be a registered disciple first, and others can wait until they have kowtowed a thousand times."

The five people were not nervous at first, but as soon as they saw He Liangchen, they became nervous again. This time they came in without actively saying a word, and were led out like puppets.

There were only three masters and apprentices left in the cell. Zhang Jiebin joked: "Brother Shen, even though you are a few years older, you still have to call me senior brother. Come on, call me and listen."

Shen Yourong said: "Now we are all just registered disciples, and we have not officially entered the school. What are we talking about as brothers? It depends on who starts the school first, and the seniority is determined based on the time of admission."

Zhang Jiebin was not happy and asked He Liangchen: "Master, do you accept the dogma of the world or not?"

"How can etiquette be reserved for our generation?" He Liangchen said proudly.

"That's right. You see, now everyone is talking about the same year according to the time they entered school. Scholars are in the same year, people are promoted in the same year, and people are promoted to Jinshi in the same year. Usually, if you win the imperial examination, you don't care about the friendship of being a scholar in the same year, and if you win the imperial examination, you don't care about the friendship of being promoted in the same year. This is today's etiquette, is the master willing to be bound by it?" Zhang Jiebin asked.

When the two heard this, they realized that it was really like this. He Liangchen pondered for a moment and said, "My disciples, He Jiming, regardless of their age or official position, will all be judged according to the time they entered."

Zhang Jiebin was overjoyed when he heard this and continued: "Disciple has a question, is the registered disciple the master's disciple?"

"Of course..."

Before He Liangchen finished speaking, Zhang Jiebin immediately praised: "Master is wise. Since we are all disciples, I am the master's well-deserved disciple."

After all, this was the first time they met Shen Yourong, so he was not as familiar as Zhang Jiebin. In addition, he was not a person of etiquette. Although it was a bit awkward to call a young man a senior brother, it was not unacceptable. Now that he had figured it out, he said politely: " Shihong has met his master and his senior brother!"

Zhang Jiebin said with a smile: "Junior brother, from now on, senior brother will protect you!"

"Okay, okay, why do you think you deserve a beating so much? You two can come here to see me when you are free. You can borrow my military books. Be careful with the manuscripts. You can only read them and copy them, and you can't take them with you. There are about three hundred volumes in that row." He Liangchen said.

Zhang Jiebin walked over to look through it, and after a long time he asked: "Master, is this "Eight Formations Pictures" really written by Zhuge Liang?"