Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

"It turns out to be Song Xian's nephew. I haven't seen him for more than ten years. He is so old. If he didn't have a slight resemblance to your father, I wouldn't have recognized him."

Yin Lin'an thought for a while, finally remembered which old nephew this was, and said with a smile.

After hearing this, Liu Mengsong remembered that this old playmate walked over and looked left and right, but still couldn't believe it: "Brother Pei? Is it really you?"

"Mengsong, it's really me. I wrote you a letter last year but you didn't receive it?" Song Pei said with a smile.

"I got it, but aren't you supposed to be in Qingyang Mansion? You also said that there is the old Chile River, but the wind blows the dust and no cattle or sheep can be seen."

Liu Mengsong really didn't expect that Song Pei would appear in the capital and that they could continue to study.

"Uncle Master knows why I determined to study medicine. After years of diagnosis and treatment, I finally cured my father's old illness. After receiving your letter and learning that my mentor passed away, I said goodbye to my father and planned to go to the funeral to burn incense for him.

Kowtow.

After leaving Qingyang Mansion, I went home to pay homage to my ancestors. Then I heard about the selection of doctors at Tai Hospital, and thought you might come, so I signed up and walked all the way here. Sure enough, I met you."<

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It turned out that Song Pei, who was suffering from his father's old illness, had studied medicine with his senior brother Yin Lin'an more than ten years ago. At that time, Yin Lin'an was not yet thirty, but he also imitated his senior brother and accepted a disciple, Liu Mengsong.

Song Pei's father, Song Dai, served as an official in various places, from the Cheng of Yangxin County in Binzhou to the current magistrate of Qingyang Prefecture. He was promoted to the sixth level in more than ten years, which is considered a normal promotion speed.

"Great, I'll introduce you to my junior brothers. I often tell them about you." Liu Mengsong said excitedly, shouting to all the junior brothers: "Come on, come on, come and meet Senior Brother Song."<

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Zhou Zongyue and others swarmed up and talked in a flurry of excitement, their excitement palpable.

Song Pei said with a smile: "Okay, today I, Song, have so many junior brothers. It's worth celebrating. I'll treat you to a drink tonight. We won't go home until we get drunk!"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Thank you, Senior Brother Song!"

Like a well-trained army, it directly suppressed the momentum of the Henan youth who had just uniformly reported to their families.

Zhang Jiebin couldn't help but clicked his tongue and said: "This hasn't even started yet, and it's gone from forty-two to forty-eight to forty to fifty, not to mention they have a great god holding the battle, it's incomparable."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that there was another great master who also studied medicine in Shandong, and they knew each other. His heart felt even more chilled, and he couldn't get the slightest interest out of it.

Next, Zhang Jiebin could no longer hear what everyone said, and he was in a state of confusion, like a walking zombie.

Everyone paid no attention to Zhang Jiebin's condition. They saw Song Pei holding up his hands and apologizing: "Brothers, it was Song who was rude just now. He didn't mean to make a fuss. It's really strange why someone from Puzhou, Shandong would run for election in Guide Mansion. I'm offended.

Please forgive me!"

Li Xianfang waved her hands repeatedly: "Senior Brother Song is serious. I hid it first, not to mention we don't know each other without fighting. I didn't expect that we are from the same school."

Zhang Chang said sourly: "What's so great, isn't there a canal, which makes it easy to travel from south to north. Our land of Henan is the heart of the Central Plains. It has outstanding people for thousands of years. It was possible before, and it can still be compared with the others."

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When Liu Ji and others heard this, they all blushed and silently stayed away from him. It is true that Henan is the heart of the Central Plains, but it is no longer the Central Plains of a thousand years ago. Compared with the surrounding areas, it does not have the advantages of a thousand years ago, let alone the rising stars.

The Jiangnan comparison.

It’s okay to brag by closing the door, but it’s hard to avoid being a little embarrassed when you use this as a declaration.

Zhang Chang was young and vigorous, and he had been taught the theory of superiority of the Central Plains since he was a child. He could not see Henan being inferior to others.

Zhang Jiebin was in a state of confusion when the scene suddenly became quiet. He wondered: "What's wrong?"

Liu Ji was originally quite far away from him, but in the future he stayed away from Zhang Chang and unconsciously came closer to him. At this time, he heard the words and whispered about Zhang Chang's declaration of war.

When Zhang Jiebin heard this, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhang Chang. He asked strangely: "The Central Plains is superior to other places. Isn't it always like this?"

Everyone was dumbfounded and didn't know how to explain it to the two youngest guys.

Ba Yingkui slapped Zhang Jiebin firmly on the back of the head and cursed: "You brat, don't talk nonsense if you don't know."

This time, Zhang Jiebin was confused. He didn't think he was wrong.

"Then why don't you speak your Xin'an dialect?"

"Why don't you speak Ganjiang dialect?"

"Why don't you speak your Qilu dialect?"

"What do you all say about Zhongyuan Yayin? You are not worthy!"

Zhang Jiebin was crying and shouting as hard as he could, and his questions hit everyone's hearts hard.

Yes, both the people of the Yuan Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty officials praised Zhongyuan Yayin from top to bottom. This is the root of China and the essence of Ming Dynasty. Zhongyuan Yayin has long been integrated into the blood of every intellectual.<

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Zhongyuan Yayin is the Mandarin of the Ming Dynasty, and it is a common language that connects hundreds of millions of people. Because of Zhongyuan Yayin, people in southern Fujian can talk to eastern Sichuan, and Lingnan people can empathize with Hebei.

Everyone was lost in thought. Without Zhang Jiebin's questioning, they would have forgotten that since the day of enlightenment, what they have been reciting is the elegant music, the Luoyang Zhengyin that comes from the Central Plains and has been passed down for more than a thousand years!

It’s not Nanjing dialect, not Beijing dialect, it’s Zhongyuan dialect.

It is the Tao preached by Duke Zhou, the sound established by Confucius, the soul given by the sages of the past dynasties, and the testimony of the restoration of China in the Ming Dynasty.

Gong Tingxian was the most knowledgeable person present, and his knowledge of Confucianism, medicine, and Taoism had reached a level that was beyond the reach of ordinary people. At this time, he felt inspired and said: "The calendar of heaven is in your hands, and I am willing to hold it. The world is poor, and the fortune of heaven is eternal."

End!"

Yin Lin'an was startled for a moment, and then became thoughtful.

The rest of the people looked at each other in confusion, wondering what Gong Tingxian meant when he said the Analects of Confucius.

After Zhang Jiebin vented his anger, he calmed down. He started to feel scared, worried that Ba Yingkui would deal with him again, so he quickly moved aside.

Ba Yingkui had no intention of continuing to teach. He was still thinking about the relationship between The Analects of Confucius and Yayan. After thinking for a long time, he came to the conclusion: they are all related to Confucius.

Gong Tingxian waved to Zhang Jiebin and said: "Come here, Jiebin, I didn't expect us people to understand better than you. You are not wrong, the fault is ours."

When Zhang Jiebin turned from sadness to joy, he came over happily. Gong Tingxian then pulled him and said to everyone: "Children, there is a saying that can be read a hundred times and its meaning will appear by itself. Mr. Chang Li's "Teacher's Talk" should be repeated even more

Read, read all the time.

You all know that ‘a disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher does not have to be better than a disciple’.

You must also remember that ‘there is a sequence of learning, and there is a specialization of skills’.

So what does it mean to be a "man of witchcraft, medicine, music and craftsmanship, not ashamed of a physiognomist"?

And why is it said that ‘a man who is a man of witchcraft, medicine, music, and craftsmanship is looked down upon by a gentleman, but now his wisdom is beyond his reach, and it is strange that he is not worthy of it’?”

Seeing that everyone was thinking, Gong Tingxian called again: "Zhang Chang, come here too."