Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Xiang Mingxue, who was reading a book in the room, heard the conversation in the courtyard, so he couldn't help putting down his book and looked at the two masters and apprentices in the courtyard through the window.

Mr. Zhuang lowered his head to meet his disciple's bright eyes, and couldn't help sighing deeply.

He thought about walking in the yard, and he also hesitated in his heart, whether it was right for Man Bao to go further and further on the path of studying medicine.

Especially after she showed more and more her talent in reading and comprehension of world affairs.

But all the hesitation disappeared when the child looked up at the starry sky and made a wish that she would become the most powerful doctor in the world and save the wounded.

Mr. Zhuang turned around twice, and after thinking about it, he said, "Man Bao, the three of you have lived in Qili Village since you were young, and you don't know much about the outside world, and you have a simpler environment than Bai Shan and Bai Cheng. There are some things. , Mr. never specially taught you, and your family dotes on you, so you haven't felt some things."

Man Bao listened carefully.

"In the outside world, people are divided into three, six and nine."

Man Bao nodded and said, "I know, peasants, peasants, businessmen, slaves, and sinners."

Mr. Zhuang smiled, shook his head slightly and said, "You obviously don't know what you said so easily."

Man Bao looked at Mr. Zhuang suspiciously.

Mr. Zhuang patted her head and said, "Let's put it this way, people in the world think that witch doctors and musicians are despised by gentlemen. Doctors are among the craftsmen, and they are craftsmen, and their status is still lower than that of businessmen."

Man Bao opened his mouth wide, and it took a while to find a reason to refute, "No, there is no official in the business, and our doctor has an official."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and nodded, "You're right, so doctors are not registered as other craftsmen and are recruited by the government."

You must know that craftsmen are very hard, they must be registered, they often have to do white labor for the public, and sometimes they will be recruited for free when encountering large-scale events.

For example, in military service, there are regulations on the number of days that farmers and commoners have to serve each year. Generally, local officials do not and dare not delay for too long.

Otherwise, the labor is too hard, and the common people will rise up and attack, what should I do if they start an uprising?

But not for the craftsmen. If the roads are to be repaired, the craftsmen will be recruited; if the water conservancy is to be repaired, the craftsmen will be recruited;

Some craftsmen are recruited for two or three years, and some are even dragged to another place. They are constantly seconded, and their family members cannot be found at all. Sometimes they have been away from home for ten or twenty years when they are released back to their hometowns.

Mr. Zhuang said: "There are fewer now, but in the past, if there was a big war, there were no doctors in the army, and the army would recruit doctors from local areas to the army."

If you join the army, you are a military doctor. You can't just run away. If you run away, you will be a deserter and you will be beheaded.

He said: "Being able to go from a military doctor to the Taiyuan Hospital, and from the Taiyuan Hospital to return to the hometown for honorable care, there is only one Imperial Physician Fan in several dynasties."

Man Bao vaguely understood, "So the status of doctors is actually very low."

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, "And you are still a female doctor. In the eyes of the world, your status is lower, but educated people will be more polite to doctors and will not be angry."

There are also people who casually draw swords and cut people like the prince, but very few.

"Mrs. Cheng was polite to you before because you are a doctor. If you want to see a doctor for her, you should be more polite and get along well in the future." Mr. Zhuang said, "I respect you now. I think one is because you already have an identity. The difference is that although your father is a posthumous gift, he has a righteousness, you have a filial piety, and you can read and read, so you can be a scholar; and you, a loyal minister, are willing to do this thing of saving the dead and the wounded, naturally worthy of respect."

Man Bao was thoughtful.

"So you see, people in this world don't all follow the rules and regulations. There are people in this world who can see clearly like Mrs. Cheng Er, and naturally there are people who can't see these things and only recognize the rigid rules in this world. In the future, you will meet more people, all kinds of people."

Mr. Zhuang said: "These people may recognize you as a 'scholar', or they may only recognize you as a 'medic'. But no matter how others see you, you are what you are."

Man Bao thought for a while and said, "I think I am a doctor, and I can be a scholar, but I don't think a doctor is inferior to a doctor."

Mr. Zhuang smiled, "That's right."

He smiled and touched her head, "I can barely be considered a scholar as a teacher. Your father and brothers in your family are farmers. In your heart, is there a difference in the status among us?"

Man Bao shook his head embarrassedly, "No."

"This is the relationship between people and people in the world. The rules are set by people, but in this world, how can scholars only be friends with scholars, farmers only make friends with farmers, and businessmen only make friends with businessmen?" Mr. Zhuang said: " There will be more people you will meet in the future. Some will have the same attitude towards you from the beginning to the end, and some will continue to change. You don’t need to worry about these changes, let alone change yourself because of these changes. The original intention, understand?"

Man Bao nodded again and again, "Stick to yourself and don't forget your original intention."

Mr. Zhuang nodded approvingly, he liked to teach such disciples, and it was easy to understand. When he talked about it, he simply sat on the chair and talked to her more thoroughly.

"The distinction between the noble and the lowly in this world is just a rule that some wise people deliberately set to bind the fools who want to gain profits. This is something that has existed since Xia and Shang, and of course our flesh and blood can't change this rule." He said: "But our hearts are ours. It's good to keep some things in our hearts. If you don't feel that you are humble, then you are not humble. This is your backbone."

Man Bao thought with a small face, digesting the things that her husband taught her today.

Xiang Mingxue in the room was also stunned. He was holding on to the book tightly, and he didn't know how long before he came back to his senses when he heard the sound of hooting outside. When he looked out, he saw Bai Erlang was carrying The book basket rushed into the yard cheering all the way, with Bai Shan following closely behind...

Man Bao, who had been thinking about it, was also awakened. She turned her head to look at the two of them and asked, "What are you doing?"

Bai Erlang and Bai Shan gave their husband a sloppy salute and rushed to Man Bao together, asking with bright eyes, "Man Bao, where is your horse?"

Man Bao: "...How do you know?"

Bai Shan said: "When we came back, we deliberately stopped at Ji Shitang, and thought you didn't come back, but Xiao Shao said that you bought a horse and came back by yourself. Where is your horse? Is it in the front yard?"

Bai Erlang also looked at her with interest.

Man Bao: "..."

She struggled for a while, but she bit the bullet with the bright eyes of the two, no, the three of them: "Would you believe me if I said I gave the pony to someone else?"

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