Farmer of Shu Han

Thinking of my lord, apart from this martial arts, what I have learned from him in the past ten years is actually not as much as my elder brother taught.

In his eyes, there is only that elder brother.

Now I have both the share of the ranch and the share of the textile workshop, plus this official position, which one was not given by my brother?

If you make more contributions during this trip, all kinds of things will add up, if you want money, you have money, if you have an official position, you have an official position, if you want credit, there is credit. In this generation, except for the two of Guan Zhang, I am afraid that no one can compare with me.

In this way, how can I rely on my family?

You can even support your elder brother in turn. In the eyes of adults who only value elder brother, this should be happy.

The elder brother's words are correct, the world that he breaks out by himself is his own.

Relying on the family, you will eventually be fettered by others, how can you feel so happy and at ease now?

"what happened?"

With a bang, Feng Yong threw the wooden board on the table, and said with a little dissatisfaction, "How come your homework has deteriorated these days? Can you make mistakes on such a simple subject?"

Amei, who was sitting in front of him, lowered her head and twisted the corners of her clothes with her hands. She probably knew that there was something wrong with what she did, so she immediately knelt down, "I'm sorry lord, the servant girl failed the lord's expectations."

For such an extremely docile student who never disappointed him, Feng Yong really didn't know how to deal with this situation.

"Obviously I learned literacy very quickly, why did it become like this when I learned mathematics? Don't you like mathematics? That's not right, I thought it was pretty good before!"

Feng Yong looked at Amei who was kneeling on the ground, feeling a little irritable in his heart.

If such a good seedling is like Yaomei who stayed behind in Zhuangzi, and loses her motivation after learning halfway, it will really disappoint him.

"Brother, don't worry, I see that Ah Mei is always a little restless these days, is there something on her mind?"

Guan Ji, who had been by Feng Yong's side these days, came over at this moment and poured Feng Yong a bowl of water.

Then he picked up the wooden board and looked at it, and said with a smile, "My brother taught Amei these things, and my younger sister listened to them all the time. Now I look at the things on it, but I can't even understand them. Amei can learn this step." , is already considered rare.”

Although Nanxiang County is called a county, its population is not as large as that of a village over Jincheng.

Li Qiu was able to agree to be the county magistrate of this few people only because of the face of Feng Yong and Li Yi.

The place is desolate, so the danger is high. In addition, Feng Yong is running all over the mountains and plains with people these days. Guan Ji is really worried, so she follows him all the time and rarely leaves his side.

The beauty is very kind, so Feng Yong naturally listened to what Guan Ji said.

"What's on your mind?"

Feng Yong looked at Amei, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "Get up first. You are a girl, you can read and read after eating and warming every day. What can you worry about about your daughter's life?"

Amei responded, and when she got up, she glanced at Guan Ji gratefully, lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Master, the servant girl does have something on her mind, but she doesn't dare to disturb the master, that's why she is restless these days." of."

Feng Yong was stunned, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Guan Ji, thinking to himself, since when did Guan Ji care about such a little maid?

Guan Ji noticed Feng Yong's eyes, she just pursed her lips and smiled without speaking.

It's just that he didn't see it, when he turned his head back, Guan Ji's eyes fell on the woman's hair that Amei had curled up for a while, and then she took it back.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Knowing that Ah Mei has something on her mind instead of being unmotivated, Feng Yong lost the level of worry, and he was in the mood to care about himself as a personal maid.

"My lord, that... In this world, do you think there will be two people named Zhang Ji?"

With Feng Yong's permission, Ah Mei finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"Of course there will be. This big man has a general named Ma Zhong, and there is also a general named Ma Zhong in Soochow. Isn't this a normal thing?"

Feng Yong answered casually, what mentally retarded questions does this girl ask?

There are only about 3,000 Chinese characters in common use. How many people use Chinese characters for their names? How could it not be repeated?

"Then...the one who knows medicine and is also called Zhang Ji?"

Ah Mui had a little hope on her face this time, and asked with some worry.

"What's the meaning?"

Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat, "Say it clearly!"

Zhang Ji, the sage of medicine, is Feng Tubie's greatest regret, and at the same time, he has left a big regret in the history of Chinese medicine.

"Before the maidservant's lord left, he left a few books for the maidservant."

Amei lowered her head again and said softly.

"I know!"

This dead girl's words can really suffocate people, Feng Yong interrupted her impatiently, "Get to the point!"

"Those books seem to be medical books, and it says that they were written by Zhang Ji..."

Fuck!

Before Ah Mei could finish speaking, Feng Tubie suddenly stood up, overturned all the bowls on the table excitedly, didn't care when the water splashed all over the table, immediately crossed the table and grabbed Amei's arm.

"Where is the book? What about the book?! Is it called Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases? Isn't it?"

There was a look of extreme surprise on Amei's face, "The servant girl can't read all the words on it, but there is indeed the word typhoid."

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong, it must be Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases! It must be!"

Feng Yong said again and again, as if he was also cheering himself up, as if this could give him a little more confidence.

Damn it, if it's really a treatise on typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, I will give away everything in my hand, and I will keep this "ancestor of all medicines" medical book.

"Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", even in later generations, has always been one of the main basic courses offered by Chinese medical colleges.

Chinese superstition?

I bought a watch last year!

Science was so advanced at that time, and in the year of SARS around the world, those unfilial children and grandchildren still had to read this book obediently, hoping to find out the method and theoretical basis for treating SARS?

It is said that the products of the island country are good, but few people know that among the Chinese patent medicines produced by some famous Chinese medicine pharmaceutical companies in the island country, Shanghan prescriptions account for at least 60%, and most of them are Zhang Zhongjing's prescriptions.

What's more, the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases" of later generations is basically a fragmented version, and many parts about miscellaneous diseases are incomplete.

The incomplete copy is so awesome, if I get the full copy, how can I still get it?

"Brother, don't get excited, brother."

Seeing the painful expression on Amei's face, Guan Ji didn't dare to struggle, so she quickly helped to pull away Feng Yong's hand that was holding Amei's arm tightly.

At the same time, she was also a little strange, this is just a medical book, not a classic handed down from generation to generation, why is her brother so excited?

Even if Feng Yong was pulled away, he still stared at Amei, "Where is the book? Where is the book?"

How can I not be excited?

National treasure too!