After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The mysterious man had no idea that Gu Nanxi was silently thanking him in her heart, otherwise he would not have appreciated this favor.

The spectators on the first floor of Fuquan Teahouse were still busily discussing all kinds of gossip.

"What's the big deal about Huang Niangzi's matter? Song Da, there must be something you don't know."

Song Da raised his eyebrows: "Tell me about it?"

"Hehe, Yan Fusong, Mr. Yan is a hero who saves a beautiful girl. He is so happy with a beautiful woman under the moonlight."

"Is there such a thing?"

"You are unworthy of being a gentleman!"

"It's really too much."

Someone on the second floor pinned a big red flower on his head and chuckled to his companion beside him, "The temperament of the people in Kyoto remains the same as it was back then. There has been no change at all."

His friend rolled his eyes and complained, "You did a terrible job on Cui Sanlun back then, causing him to wander around in the wild for ten years, not daring to return to the capital. He suffered a lot. If he knew you were back, he would probably pick up his sword and duel with you."

The old man with the flower in his hair looked at the flower on his head in the bronze mirror and thought it was very beautiful. He replied with satisfaction: "That fellow Cui Sanlun grew up in a pile of brocade, wearing fine clothes and eating luxurious food. Has he ever truly experienced the suffering of the people?"

The old man with the flower in his hair opened the window on the second floor and threw a big golden chrysanthemum towards the storyteller's head. He said nonchalantly: "Cui San should be grateful to me for his paper. Why should he resent me?"

His friend beside him ignored the stubborn old man. Anyway, these two had been playing around since they met, and they had never really fallen out.

Perhaps this is another version of Zhou Yu fighting Huang Gai, one is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten.

Su Xuanming, who came with Gu Nanxi, heard the laughter and chatter of the tea drinkers downstairs and felt mixed emotions.

This seems to be how relationships between men and women work. At first, Jingniang and Yan Fusong were under a lot of pressure to be together, but in just a few days, things changed so quickly.

And isn't it the same for me?

I made a vow to Jingniang, but looking back now, it was just a young love.

Realize that the past cannot be changed, but the future can be pursued.

At this moment, Su Xueming seemed to have realized something and transformed from a teenager into an ambitious young man.

"Mother, let's go back. I think I have obtained the true scriptures!" Su Yunyan said confidently.

Gu Nanxi glanced at Su Yunyan and asked suspiciously: "Are you sure this is enough?"

"Of course!" Su Yunyan observed carefully for a long time, and she finally discovered what the difference was between her shop and Fuquan Teahouse.

Gu Nanxi hesitated to speak, wanting to ask her what she had realized. Then she changed her mind and realized that this was the child's own shop, so let him decide for himself what to do.

"Then let's go." Gu Nanxixi made the decision readily.

The inconspicuous carriage slowly traveled through the bustling streets of Kyoto.

Su Xuanming, who had resolved his worries, opened the curtains, looked left and right, and discovered that the roads he had walked so many times, the people and shops he had seen so many times, had many new discoveries if he looked at them with a different mindset.

The two adjacent clinics were also very busy, with ordinary people dressed in ordinary clothes coming and going.

Although the other house was deserted, a luxurious carriage stopped there.

If it were in the past, Su Xueming would definitely think that the bustling shop would have better business and more money.

But now Su Xuanming looked at the decoration of the two shops and found at a glance that the one with few customers was more luxurious.

Gu Nanxi looked at Su Quanming and Su Yunyan who were lost in thought and asked, "What did you see?"

Su Yunyan said without hesitation: "It's easier to make money from rich people."

Su Xuanming lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "The gap between the rich and the poor in the Great Zhou Dynasty is too great."

Su Xuanming looked out the window with a bewildered look in his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "People say that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's child will dig holes! But is this really true?"

Su Xuanming couldn't help but think of himself and the common people students in Songshan Academy.

Whether it was Songshan Academy or Imperial College, students were not divided according to their academic performance but according to their family background.

Students of noble birth were allocated different dormitories, received different teacher education, and were given different paper, ink, pens, and inkstones than those of common scholars.

Commoner students not only had to pay the same tuition, but also had to buy their own candles, paper, pens, ink, etc.

Despite this kind of differential treatment, there are still students from poor families who rank among the top students.

If they were provided with better conditions, what would they be able to achieve?

Su Xuanming was in a daze, thinking that perhaps his Baichuan Academy could do better.

"A quack doctor is harming people! You are so famous as to call yourself Jirentang in Kyoto. Look at what you have done to my Dalang."

The bustling street was instantly broken by the old woman's shrill wails, breaking the harmonious atmosphere.

Gu Nanxi and others looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the entrance of Jirentang, which specialized in treating common people, was blocked by a luxurious carriage.

An old lady in gorgeous clothes, led by a dozen servants, carried an unconscious middle-aged man, pointed at the doctor from Jirentang and cursed him.

"He was a very lively man when he came here, but after taking the medicine you gave him, he fell into a coma. Are you curing the disease or killing him?"

The old woman was intimidating and spoke a lot without giving the doctor any chance to explain.

The doctor was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he was tongue-tied and could only keep gesturing with his hands.

The old woman raised her eyebrows and said, "Why? Have I wronged you?"

"Everyone, come and have a look! See how this unskilled doctor tries to justify himself!"

The old woman greeted the people around her who were watching the excitement, and complained: "My son originally had a slight cold, and I asked him to go to Tongji Hall next door, but he believed what others said and wanted to come to Jirentang!"

"After taking the seven doses of medicine he prescribed, my son has become what he is now!"

"My family has plenty of money. Can I really gamble my son's life just to wrongly accuse a mere doctor like you?"

After saying this, the old woman clapped her hands three times, and a young maid brought out a plate of silver ingots.

The old woman took the plate and threw the silver at the doctor.

The white shadow rolled to the ground, emitting charming light, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"This is a full 100 taels."

"I don't think this old lady is setting a trap. Could it be that the doctor really misdiagnosed her?"

The doctor was speechless and his face turned red.

The patients who had trusted him just now now looked at him with suspicion.

The doctor's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Gu Nanxi and Su Xuanming in the carriage, his eyes full of helplessness and a plea for help.