Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

"On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.

The human face doesn’t know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.”

Zhang Jiebin and his party came to the Medical Gate and saw Yu Yaori reciting Cui Hu's "Tidu Chengnanzhuang" and joked: "Brother Yu is seeing things and thinking about people again?"

"At this time last year, I came to Taiyuan Hospital to cause trouble, but somehow I ended up in Taiyuan Hospital. A year later, I seem to have learned a lot. I wonder where I would rank if I were on the list?" Yu Yaori said.

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Everyone looked at each other and smiled. Not everyone on the quasi-famous doctor list participated, and Yu Yaori was just one of them.

"We are planning to expand the scope of this year's list to include all doctors and doctors. Yao Ri, you are also invited to participate." Chen Shigong said.

"Okay."

No one expected that Yu Yaori would agree immediately. He had been invited many times before, but he had always declined. Unexpectedly, he changed his mind today.

"How can I cause trouble if I don't participate?" Yu Yaori said with a smile.

Everyone laughed, still thinking about this.

Soon, everyone gathered together, waiting to announce this year’s assessment results.

When Zhu Ru saw that everyone was almost here, he said: "After a year of study, you are no longer medical doctors, you are all qualified doctors. Unfortunately, the number of places in Tai Hospital is limited and we cannot all stay. Don't forget the doctors who want to return home."

Continue to learn so that you can better benefit Sangzi."

Everyone was a little depressed when they heard this. Everyone has lived in the Tai Hospital for a year, and they all know that the Tai Hospital has a quota. Medical officers are divided into hospital envoys, court judges, imperial doctors, officials, ambassadors, and deputy envoys; doctors are divided into

Although the number of doctors and healers has been expanded now, there cannot be too many. After all, they have to pay out rice, which is all real money and food expenses.

In the past year, 181 of them were not given rice except for food and accommodation. They had to prepare their own pens, inks, paper and inkstones for daily expenses. This is also the reason why some people left one after another. They taught Confucianism and medicine.

There is nothing, and the sense of gap is really too great.

Zhu Ru tried to comfort him at first, and finally mentioned in an understatement that the enrollment quota would be expanded to 50 this year. Without announcing the list, he asked everyone to participate in the sacrifice of the Three Emperors.

The Three Emperors Ceremony was still grand, and because it was the second time to participate, the shock to everyone was not as great as last year.

Zhang Jiebin also saw Guo Dan in the crowd. In fact, Zhang Jiebin knew a few days ago that the leader of the Qintian Supervisor team this time was Guo Dan. Leading 36 dancers, he was very impressive at the moment.

"In just one year, everyone has achieved their own achievements. I don't know how good it is now." Zhang Jiebin thought of Tang Xianzu at this time.

At the end of the ceremony, a banquet was held as a farewell. One hundred people were leaving, and dozens of others were going to various places to perform medical missions, for one, two, or three years.

Yan Pingzhi walked over happily, and Zhang Jiebin asked: "Brother Ping is so happy, could it be that his promotion to an official has been confirmed?"

"Jie Bin, look at you, no one has left yet, and the senior brother has stopped calling?" Yan Pingzhi laughed and cursed.

"I'm adapting in advance!" Zhang Jiebin said with a smile.

"The official position is not that simple. It's not like you don't know that the quota was full last year, but now that I have been promoted to a 'support-level salary', it is worthy of what I have done in the past few years." Yan Pingzhi felt very satisfied.

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Zhang Jiebin knows what the so-called "supporting grade-level salary" means. Since there is no real shortage for the time being, I will let you enjoy the official salary and treatment first, and then I will make up for you when there is a real shortage. I will first pay you the corresponding grade-level salary. This will

It’s a “support-level salary”.

The salary of a first-class doctor is the highest level for a medical doctor. The monthly salary of a first-class doctor is five stones, which is ten times the salary of a fourth-class food doctor.

Second-class doctors receive a miscellaneous salary of one stone per month and enjoy the miscellaneous salary.

A third-class doctor will receive a crown and a belt, and a monthly salary of seven dou.

The fourth-class doctors received food and a salary of five dou per month. Each doctor was exempted from two people's labor, one was his own person and the other was from the same clan.

A fifth-class doctor, with a monthly salary of four dou, is only exempted from self-service.

These are the salaries for those who have no family. If a doctor has a family, he can receive one more bucket of rice, and a doctor can receive two more buckets of rice, which is considered a welfare.

Now that they have just become fifth-class doctors, they only have four dou of rice per month, but Yan Pingzhi has five shi. Before today, he only received one shi of rice per month, and his income has suddenly increased five times. How can he not be excited?

"What level is Ma Shi now?" Zhang Jiebin asked.

"Junior brother Ma, he just started, and now he is still a food healer."

Zhang Jiebin was delighted when he heard this: "Hahaha, it turns out he is the one who would give up for five buckets of rice!"

Gradually, more and more people came over, including Wu Kun. Zhang Jiebin asked: "What kind of doctor is Brother Shanfu?"

"Junior Brother Wu, now he has a miscellaneous salary, but the teacher has said before that he is the number one among our doctors. If we only promote one person to be an official, it must be him." Yan Pingzhi said softly.

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Zhang Jiebin also leaned into his ear and said: "No, there is Ma Shi in front and Chen Shigong behind."

Yan Ping was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "My dear, it seems that I have no hope at all, and suddenly I feel that it would be great to be able to receive a grade-level salary."

Wu Kun came over and said, "What are you whispering there?"

"Senior Brother Wu, needless to say, they must be talking bad about us!" Tang Xinglu said.

Wang Tingfu, Liu Ji and others all nodded, as if they had been caught red-handed.

"Nothing, we are discussing salary. The guest asked Shanfu how much his monthly salary is." Yan Pingzhi explained.

"Well, I can't say enough about my salary, but I heard that Senior Brother Yan's salary has been increased, so why don't we treat him?" Wu Kun sighed, and then sold Yan Pingzhi.

The crowd booed, and Yan Pingzhi's eyes widened, as if he didn't recognize Wu Kun anymore, but Wu Kun didn't care.

"This is what you forced me to say. I want everyone to invite you together."

Yan Pingzhi's words could not scare him. Wu Kun said with a smile: "No matter how much you talk about the lotus flower, you can't do anything to me. I only have one stone of rice, and I have never grown more."

"In the February Poetry Festival, you Wu Shanfu came first and got one tael of silver. In the first month of the Lantern Festival, you Wu Shanfu got two taels of silver. At the end of last year, Master Gong gave you as much as twelve taels of money to polish your pen. In the twelfth lunar month, Yiyi Hall How much seniority will be paid to you? I don’t think it will be less than ten taels, right? How much money will be given to you by the herbal medicine library? Please judge, should Wu Shanfu be invited?"

"It's time to please! Hahaha..." The crowd naturally booed.

"Haha, why didn't I remember that there were so many benefits? Please, please, as long as Yan Pingzhi takes the lead, I, Wu Shanfu, will accompany me to the end." Wu Kun responded domineeringly.

"Tell me, how much money did Yiyitang receive last year?" Zhang Jiebin thought that he had received a penny, and suddenly became curious and asked hurriedly.

"Not too much, not too much, just seven taels."