The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

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Ding Chenguang smiled and said: "Where, where, I am just a poor scholar, not comparable to these two talented scholars."

He said and looked at Qiao Muchen: "I heard that Mr. Qiao, in the Tongsheng Examination, won the first place for three consecutive terms. When I met you today, you are really talented and extraordinary."

Qiao Muchen smiled dryly: "Where, where, it's not as good as Mr. Ding..."

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Watching them brag about their business, Zhao Zhitong was speechless.

Finally, his eyes fell on the painting, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to change their topic: "Ah, Mr. Ding, is this your painting?"

Ding Chenguang looked at the paintings on the table, and said with a smile, "Yes, I earned a few copper coins by not reading and writing letters to others, bought some rice paper, and made some paintings myself, showing my shame."

Zhao Zhitong admired this ink painting, "Young Master Ding is too modest."

Among the paintings is a picture of winter plum blossoms. Zhao Zhitong couldn't help but think of a poem, and began to chant: "Fixed at the end of the world, Yiyi to Wuhua, Samuume is the most hated, long as last year's flowers."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Ding Chenguang's eyes lit up, and he said twice, excitedly: "This poem expresses the state of mind when I was painting!"

When he said this, he looked at Zhao Zhitong with more admiration in his eyes, and his expression was as excited as if he had found a confidant.

"I didn't expect Miss Zhao to have such a literary talent at such a young age. I admire you."

Zhao Zhitong waved his hands again and again: "No, this is not my poem, but a friend of mine. Just now, I saw your painting, and I couldn't help but think of this poem."

Qiao Muchen and Zhao Yue frowned at the same time: "Friend? That friend of yours?" Why didn't they know.

Zhao Zhitong pursed her lower lip. These were poems she saw on Grandpa Bai's bookshelf, and they were the abbreviations of a poet named Li Shangyin.

Grandpa Bai said that Li Shangyin is not from their space.

There are many, many excellent works in that book, including Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, and other great writers, all of which can be called excellent works.

She loves it very much and often reads it.

But she couldn't tell the truth at this meeting, so she could only say: "It's a friend I know, named Li Shangyin, you don't recognize it."

Qiao Muchen and Zhao Yue looked at Zhao Zhitong suspiciously, they were always together, why did the two of them never know what friend Zhao Zhitong knew called Li Shangyin?

The two still wanted to ask more questions, but Zhao Zhitong fooled them.

Therefore, Ding Chenguang decided that the poem was written by Zhao Zhitong, but she didn't want to reveal her talent.

Ding Chenguang: "Miss Zhao, this painting is basically finished, and the inscription is missing. I like the poem you just recited very much. Can I put it next to the painting? Don't worry, I will mark your name."

Zhao Zhitong nodded: "Of course, but you don't want to put my name on it, you just put Li Shangyin on it."

Ding Chenguang felt that Zhao Zhitong had a good character and talent, and he didn't show off, and he didn't care about false fame.

So, he picked up the pen and eloquently put the poem that Zhao Zhitong just recited on the painting, and wrote it down, Li Shangyin.

Finally press your own chapter.

Qiao Muchen was still wondering who Li Shangyin was, Zhao Zhitong often went to school and played with them, when did he know Li Shangyin?

Could it be that you met him when you were doing medical treatment for people?

Can't help but feel that there seems to be a secret between Zhao Zhitong and him. They used to be close friends who knew everything without saying anything.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling sour in my heart, Qiao Muchen had something on his mind.

On the other hand, Zhao Yue didn't seem to be affected by this incident. He was still asking Zhao Zhitong when to introduce them to Li Shangyin, and asked, "Then Li Shangyin is a student of our class?"

Zhao Zhitong could only be vague, ready to fool him.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the street.

"Killed, killed!"

"Misdiagnosis by quack doctors is killing people!"

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The noise was getting closer and closer, and several people were instantly attracted by the noise. Looking for the reputation, they saw someone carrying a dead body towards them, and they cried while walking: "The quack doctor misdiagnosed and killed someone. "

Obviously, their goal is to come to their medical center.

Sure enough, they carried the body straight into Deren Hall, and as soon as they put the body in the center of the main hall, a man yelled at Sun Kang: "Quack doctor, you killed my mother-in-law's life, and you will pay for my mother-in-law's death!" Fate!"

As they spoke, those people stepped forward and dragged Sun Kang out, intending to press him next to the corpse.

Sun Youli and Sun Daqing were all terrified by the sudden scene, and after a while, they ran out one after another to stop them from hurting Sun Kang.

"What are you doing, my father is not a quack doctor, not a quack doctor." Sun Youli tried his best to defend Sun Kang and yelled at the man.

The third fool cried with snot and tears: "You said that you are not a quack doctor, but my mother-in-law just has a sore throat. She came to your doctor's clinic for treatment, and after returning home and taking the medicine prescribed by your family, she died! "

"Isn't this a quack doctor? My God, the quack doctor misdiagnosed and killed people!"

The patients in the hospital were all talking about it.

Outside the door also attracted a lot of people to watch.

"No way, did Dr. Sun really misdiagnose and kill someone?"

"It shouldn't be. Dr. Sun of De Ren Tang has excellent medical skills. My old problems for many years were taken care of by Dr. Sun. How could he be a quack doctor?"

"Yes, yes, Dr. Sun's apprentices are all genius doctors, how many lives have been saved, and the common people in this street know it."

Sun Kang is a kind person, he always upholds the benevolence of doctors, and considers patients in everything. Therefore, in this entire North Street, almost no one says anything wrong with De Ren Tang.

No, the surrounding people all expressed difficulty in believing this matter.

Some people recognized the person who came to ask for trouble, so they asked: "I said, did you make a mistake, you three idiots, Dr. Sun is not a quack doctor."

The three idiots shouted: "It's a quack doctor. It's not your family who died. You don't have back pain when you stand and talk."

The man was a little angry when he was told by the three fools: "Hey, why don't you talk!"

At this time, someone suggested: "Report to the official! Call the county magistrate."

The three fools seemed to be sure that it was Sun Kang who killed someone, and they were not afraid at all, and immediately said: "Tie Dan, go and report to the official, and find the official!"

Tie Dan froze for a moment, but didn't dare to move.

The third fool urged again: "Zhuzi, go and report to the officials with your elder brother!"

Zhu Zi nodded immediately, dragged the iron egg and ran outside.

The four of Zhao Zhitong squeezed into the medical hall.

She glanced at the corpse on the stretcher, then raised her foot and walked over, looking at the corpse, there was no trace of fear on her face.

After all, this is the one who can go to the mass graves in the middle of the night to dig up other people's corpses.

However, there was no panic at all.

At this time, the rest of the Sun family panicked. When did they encounter such a thing, the common people themselves were afraid of officials.

I heard that if you report to the official, you will be punished.

At this moment, seeing Zhao Zhitong walking in, Sun Daqing and the others seemed to have found their backbone in an instant.

Even the second uncle, Sun Youli, and the second aunt were less afraid after Zhao Zhitong came back.