The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1473 The role of reading (9)

Zhang Jing'an hurriedly turned around and rolled to avoid it, but the sole of the man's shoe rubbed against his scalp, causing a slight pain in his scalp.

"Okay, forget it, he is the eldest son of the Fenghou family after all." Only then did a few young people step forward to hold the man back.

"What kind of feudal family is he? He is simply a beast of the wrong kind!" The man stopped angrily.

Zhang Jing'an sat on the ground and wanted to yell back like he did to his father, and wanted to ask him why he hit him, but his reason told him that he shouldn't say anything.

However, Zhang Jing'an remembered this person, Gu Hong, the nephew of Ming Guogong.

A young man in Jinshi uniform slowly walked up to Zhang Jing'an, looked down at Zhang Jing'an, and said indifferently: "We don't know what you want to do, let alone what tricks your reverse father is playing, but you have to remember, Half of the medical clinics and medicine halls in Chu State are under our control, let alone you, even all the generals of the Zhujiang Army can only bow their heads in front of us!"

When Zhang Jing'an saw this Jinshi, he instinctively lowered his head and did not dare to resist at all, because this man's grandfather had served as the Prime Minister of Chu. Although he had become an official, his disciples' old friends were all over the government and the public.

Yue Ming, although this person is not the direct grandson of the Yue family, he is the favorite grandson of Mr. Yue. His appearance here shows that something is extraordinary.

Zhang Jingan realized that he had made a terrible mistake.

"Every piece of your so-called "Pure Medical Order" is here!" After Yue Ming finished speaking, he threw a stack of papers in his hand at Zhang Jing'an's face.

Snap...

The paper was flying, and the black and white words were particularly dazzling under the midday sun.

Zhang Jing'an raised his head and stared at Yue Ming's face. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The anger in his heart was just about to go to his head, but he suppressed it.

"Remember, it's not us who are wrong in this matter, it's not all the medical clinics that are wrong, it's not the court and the public that's wrong, it's not the law that's wrong, it's just that medical clinic that's wrong, it's just that world that's wrong Doctors, or many quacks! Go back and write a new notice! If you dare to do this again, you should stop being the director of the pavilion!"

After Yue Ming finished speaking, he turned and left, followed by the others.

Zhang Jing'an's face was red, ashamed and angry, his head was buzzing, as if it might explode at any time, and the voices of those people kept coming to his ears.

"Is it easy for us to make some money because we don't know the heights of the world? We were already so angry because we were pointed at by those civilians, but they dared to seek trouble on us, and they didn't know whether to live or die!"

"I hope he is a tough guy and insists on not bowing down, so we don't have to hold back!"

"Compared with the previous Zhujiang Marquises, this generation of Zhujiang Marquises and this son are simply a pair of losers. Is it something that you, a small family, can interfere with the Chu State's medical clinics?"

"Those doctors and even half of them are just money-making mechanisms for us. How dare a small pavilion chief dare to be so presumptuous!"

"The Zhang family is really becoming more and more useless..."

Zhang Jing'an's body trembled, because the person who said that the Zhang family was useless was none other than Gou Han from the Gou family. This person did not come in, but was secretly making trouble.

"Son of a bitch!" Zhang Jing'an stood up slowly.

After all those people were gone, Zhang Jing'an bent down and picked up the "Pure Medical Order" one by one.

The other five people in Duting stood in the distance, looking at Zhang Jing'an with pity and even gloating.

Old Man Gao walked over slowly, helped Zhang Jing'an pick up the "Pure Medical Order" one by one, and then entered the house with Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an lit all the "Pure Medical Orders", sat on a chair, raised his head, and looked at the roof. His eyes were empty, as if blocked by a shadow that covered the sky and the earth, losing their proper color.

Old Man Gao stood at the door, took out his dry cigarette and started smoking.

After a while, the light in Zhang Jing'an's eyes changed, and his face changed accordingly, and occasionally even distorted, as if he was having an extremely fierce struggle in his heart.

After a long time, Zhang Jing'an asked in a low voice: "Uncle Gao, how should I redeem myself now? I want to continue to be the director of the pavilion."

"Since the fault is not with them or other medical clinics, then the fault is naturally with the quacks. You strictly investigated the quacks in Wude Street and made the people of Chu hate those quacks. No one blamed them, the people behind the scenes. This The matter will naturally pass.”

"But……"

"Are quacks like Lidu wrong?"

"Wrong."

"Then what are you waiting for? Just write the notice." Old Man Gao spit out the white smoke from his mouth.

"What about the real culprits behind the scenes?" Zhang Jing'an asked.

Old Man Gao didn't seem to hear him and turned around to leave.

One day later, notices were posted in many places on Wude Street, calling for strict investigation of all quacks and advising residents of Wude Street not to trust quacks, but to trust regular medical clinics and medicine halls.

The day after the notice was posted, Magistrate Qiao issued an official document to commend Zhang Jing'an and asked all the pavilion chiefs and li chiefs in Jingzhou Prefecture to learn from Zhang Jing'an's spirit of petitioning for the people.

Zhang Jing'an finally got the result he wanted before, and finally defeated his father who was named Zhujiang Marquis. However, he found that he couldn't be happy.

Thanks to Magistrate Qiao's praise, except for Old Man Gao who was still neither salty nor salty, the attitudes of the other five people in Duting improved significantly and took the initiative to approach. Zhang Jing'an found that things that he thought were difficult before were now easy to do.

However, Zhang Jingan found that he began to reject them.

As time passed, Zhang Jing'an kept persuading himself, but he could not convince himself after all.

Zhang Jing'an has a new habit. He often sits alone and stares blankly. He is less and less like an eleven-year-old child.

On the third day of the eleventh month, it snowed lightly.

In the cold wind, Zhang Jing'an slowly walked towards the street pavilion on Jiangjin Street.

Zhang Jing'an successfully entered the Jiangjin Duting and saw his father who was leisurely drinking tea. The room was filled with the strange fragrance of tea.

"Jing'an is here? Sit down. You are lucky." Fang Yun said, aiming at the teapot in the air. The teapot flew up and poured light red tea into an empty cup.

Zhang Jing'an has no interest in tea, but since he smelled the fragrance of tea, he actually salivated and wanted to try it.

Zhang Jing'an picked up the teacup and tried to taste a small sip. When the tea entered his mouth, it rolled in his mouth and calmed down until it entered his stomach. Then the comfortable warmth spread throughout his body.

"This should be the legendary spiritual tea, right?" Zhang Jing'an asked.

"Yes, I got it from the secret room of the Gou family. Don't spread it outside." Fang Yun said. Although there is spiritual tea in the Gou family's secret room, the quality is average. This is the spiritual tea from the ancient land of Xuemang.

Fang Yun stopped talking, tasting tea silently, and reading silently in the world of strange books.

Zhang Jing'an just drank tea at first, but after a while he made many small movements.

Until night fell, the light snow outside the window turned into heavy snow, Zhang Jing'an finally spoke.

"I... I... don't want to be the head of the pavilion anymore." Zhang Jing'an lowered his head after speaking, and a look of shame appeared on his face.