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Zheng Yiming felt a little uncomfortable on the way back to the inn, and the joy of performing exceptionally well in today's exam had obviously faded away.

Maybe he didn't pay much attention to it in the past, but today he met a little beggar and had a different focus. Zheng Yiming suddenly found that there seemed to be a lot of beggars on the street. When he passed by a street, he saw a lot of them. There seemed to be more than before.

When he came to take part in the last imperial examination three years ago, Zheng Yiming didn't seem to realize that there were so many beggars in Pingzhou City, or did he just ignore them last time?

When he reached the other side of the street, Zheng Yiming saw a stall over there that seemed to be surrounded by several scholars. Although he was thinking about the beggar, he subconsciously slowed down.

When I got closer, I discovered that it was a bookstall, and the scholars were flipping through the books on the stall. A gentleman who seemed to be knowledgeable was sitting behind the stall, just reading a book by himself, not caring about the scholars reading.

Zheng Yiming also walked over and saw that all the scholars seemed very excited.

"Book seller, is this "A Chronicle of Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers" really written by the Heavenly Official of the Dayongli Ministry, as described in the book?"

Dayong? Zheng Yiming's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously moved closer. However, the book stall owner just stroked his beard and looked at the book in his hand, as if he had no intention of answering.

Before Yi Shuyuan opened his mouth to answer, several scholars were all anxious.

"Are you deaf?" "The book seller is asking you a question!"

Several people shouted to Yi Shuyuan behind the stall.

Yi Shuyuan shook his head, just looked up at them and ignored them.

"Hmph, it's probably just to impress people!" "It's all about being mysterious!" "Don't you want to do business?"

Several people said this, but they still couldn't put down the book in their hands. They just secretly read the beginning and couldn't put it down. This was obviously not written casually.

"Book seller, tell me how much this book costs?"

"Meow~~~"

A cat's meow attracted everyone's attention. A black and white cat came behind the bookstall and was rubbing the man's calf, and the man raised a hand.

"Fifty cents?"

Someone asked, Yi Shuyuan shook his head and finally said something.

"Fifty taels."

"What?" "Fifty taels?!" "I'm driving you crazy thinking about money!"

"let's go!"

Several scholars suddenly became angry and asked for fifty taels for a few tattered books. It was really a money grab. After putting down the books in their hands, they left angrily.

Yi Shuyuan looked at those people. For fifty taels, even in Dayong, he might not be able to buy the official printed version of "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers".

Zheng Yiming was the only one left in front of the stall. Yi Shuyuan turned his eyes to him. Zheng Yiming was slightly startled and said something subconsciously.

"Sir, I'm not with them."

Yi Shuyuan smiled and nodded.

"I know! You can take a look at it."

Zheng Yiming also returned a slightly embarrassed smile and looked down at the books on the stall.

These books were placed on a bamboo shelf about knee high. Zheng Yiming looked at a few of them and found that many of them had never been seen before, including the "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers" that a few people had just thrown away.

"Sir, this book comes from Dayong?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and nodded.

This made Zheng Yiming frown.

"Why didn't you answer just now?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and shook his head and stopped talking. He continued to look through the books in his hands. Zheng Yiming scratched his head and looked through the stalls.

This also made Zheng Yiming look at Yi Shuyuan to see what the stall owner was looking at. When he saw it, he saw "On Strange Epidemics" written on the cover.

If you are a famous doctor, it is impossible that you have never heard of this book, but Zheng Yiming obviously doesn't know it. However, this book is indeed rare in Guiguo, and it is even rarer to see it all with all the tail. Even some doctors, some There is only a part of the transcript.

As for medical books, it is not enough to just read them. There must be doctors who understand enough to teach through words and deeds. This is obviously not enough here.

Although Zheng Yiming didn't understand medicine, he also understood that what the stall owner was reading was a medical book, and he immediately thought of the little beggar just now.

"Sir, do you know medical skills?"

Yi Shuyuan did not look up.

"Know a thing or two."

"There is a little beggar over there who keeps shivering. He must be sick. Can you take a look at him?"

"Meow~~~"

The cat meowed. Yi Shuyuan looked down and then put down the book and looked at Zheng Yiming. When the latter realized with some embarrassment that the other party might want to ask about the medical fee, Yi Shuyuan spoke again.

"If you find him, you can give it a try, but I'm not a doctor, so don't blame me if you can't do anything."

"Uh, how much does it cost, sir?"

It's better to ask about this kind of thing first. A book costs fifty taels. Zheng Yiming didn't dare to make excuses, but Yi Shuyuan laughed.

"Most of the scholars here come and go in a hurry, but you have such a kind heart. Don't worry, I won't charge you for the consultation because of your kindness."

"Oh good!"

Zheng Yiming felt relieved and hurried back to the area where he had just left Gongyuan. However, when he returned, the little beggar was gone.

After a while, Yi Shuyuan saw Zheng Yiming walking back with a slight disappointment.

"did not find?"

Hearing the stall owner's question, Zheng Yiming nodded.

"did not find"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Zheng Yiming. Regardless of whether it was a story of past and present life, this person's kindness was rare, especially in the environment of Pingzhou scholars.

"To be able to care for a strange beggar, this young master is very kind-hearted. Let's borrow some books and read them!"

"Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Zheng Yiming couldn't afford and didn't dare to borrow fifty taels of books, and Yi Shuyuan was also happy.

"If you have righteous thoughts in your heart, you will get pregnant if you study. There is no charge for borrowing the book. Feel free to take it and read it. Even if it is damaged, you will not be asked to pay for it!"

Is there such a good thing? Zheng Yiming was stunned. He lowered his head to look at the bookstall, and couldn't help but pick some books.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the overjoyed Zheng Yiming and continued to sit down and read, saying quietly.

"A doctor can save one person, ten or a hundred people. He who saves thousands of people is a scholar-official!"

Zheng Yiming was stunned for a moment and looked up. The gentleman was sitting there reading a book. He didn't seem to speak at all. Only the cat that had jumped on the table at some point was looking at him.

"Meow~~~"

Zheng Yiming woke up, borrowed a book, said hello to the stall owner, and went back to the inn. However, he was excited and deep in thought from time to time on the way.

I have read and listened to some great principles too much. I don’t know when it started. I no longer had the original intention to think deeply about them. I just try to memorize them and memorize them, and integrate them smoothly into the articles.

After leaving the bookstall, Zheng Yiming walked much faster. With something on his mind, he returned to the inn unknowingly. When the innkeeper saw that he was back, he smiled and asked before he entered the door.

"Mr. Zheng, how did you do in the exam?"

Zheng Yiming came back to his senses and looked at the innkeeper, smiling.

"I feel like I have a divine help when I start writing. I have a clear understanding of what I have learned over the years. I don't want to say that I am ranked among the best, but passing the provincial examination should not be a big problem."

The innkeeper is very familiar with what kind of character Zheng Yiming is. He rarely brags and boasts. When he said this, he must be really sure, which also made the innkeeper laugh.

"Okay, okay, it's good that Mr. Zheng can pass the exam, and the people in our inn are expecting you in vain. By the way, I'm treating Mr. Zheng to braised carp tonight!"

The waiter on the side also came over.

"I opened a jar of wine last night and didn't finish it. Can we drink together later?"

"Hahahaha, you want to eat fish together, right?"

The shopkeeper laughed and cursed, but had no objection.

Zheng Yiming was still very touched. It was a kindness to be taken care of by the inn, but then he frowned again. When he saw the shopkeeper writing the accounts, he couldn't help but ask.

"Shopkeeper, you are a kindhearted person. Today I passed by the street and saw a thin and trembling little beggar. He was poor and hungry. There are many beggars, but in Pingzhou City."

The shopkeeper raised his head, and his eyes stopped Zheng Yiming's words. The former shook his head, as if he understood what Zheng Yiming was going to say.

"Well, Mr. Zheng, you are a scholar. You are knowledgeable and know etiquette. You are expected to achieve fame. No matter how bad things are, there is always hope. Do you know that there is a saying that it is to help the urgent but not the poor?"

To save the urgent or not to save the poor?

Zheng Yiming muttered silently, his brows still furrowed, while the shopkeeper shook his head again.

"Nowadays, life is difficult. How can a small businessman like me take care of the beggars and homeless people?"

"Previously, there was a flood peak in the upper reaches of the Zhuoyang River, and many places were hit by disasters. The places that were already struggling to survive suddenly became homeless, and there were more beggars in the city. To put it bluntly, even if they helped one or two, they would not be able to survive. I don’t know how to be kind, maybe a group of people will come to my place soon, how can I take care of my business?”

It turns out that there are indeed more beggars these days.

Zheng Yiming was stunned for a moment in front of the counter. Suddenly, he understood some of the contents of the sage's book for the first time, and he also thought of the words of the gentleman at the bookstall.

"The sorrow of the small people, the happiness of the small people."

Zheng Yiming murmured in a low voice, and the shopkeeper behind the counter also heard it. He looked up at the scholar in front of him.

"Mr. Zheng? What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Yiming came to his senses again and bowed his hands to the shopkeeper.

"Nothing, Zheng just understood some truths. Some truths that I have read and read every day for so many years, but have always been superficial. Thank you, the shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper watched Zheng Yiming leave, frowning thoughtfully, and then smiled. This scholar was indeed a little different.

Zheng Yiming returned to the corner of the woodshed. The straw floor was covered with sheets and quilts. It was actually very comfortable. He put down his bag and carefully took out the books inside. The first thing he picked up was a book called "The Chronicles of All Peoples".

Opening the book, Zheng Yiming looked at the title page, which showed a portrait of a great scholar with great bearing. When he turned another page, his eyes widened.

"In the 31st year of Dayong's reign, it was printed by the emperor's decree and the Imperial Academy of the Ministry of Rites."

This one too? Couldn't it really be passed down from Dayong?

When Zheng Yiming actually started reading, he was gradually attracted by the content of the book unconsciously. The beginning of the book is about a great flood that happened in a distant country.