technical type

"Have you studied medicine before?"

"Never."

"Can you identify herbs?"

"I know one or two."

"Do you know what this medicine is for?"

A medicine bag was opened, and there were four kinds of medicinal materials inside, one was like a nut, the other was like a branch, and the other two should be grass, but they were different grasses.

The boy kneeling on the ground slightly raised his head and looked at the things on the paper package on the table. He was about to reach out, and then looked up at the middle-aged man across the table. Zhong Yi picked up the four herbs one by one, looked at them, and smelled them for a long time before hesitatingly said: "... Xu Neng clears away heat?"

His answer was not very positive. It can be seen that in this process, he completed the judgment of the efficacy of this prescription by identifying each medicinal material. It is not a professional, but it is not a pure layman.

If it is said that there is no foundation, it is better than not knowing at all, but you can teach it.

The middle-aged man had a beard that was not long but only reached the neck. He stroked his beard as he pondered. It seemed that the end of the beard was always smoothed by him, and there was a slight arc that was not noticeable, and it hung naturally. His beard looks like some kind of medicinal herb.

"That's all right, a three-year apprenticeship, starting from rough work."

In a word, the interview with the boy was completed in this way.

"Yes, Master!"

The young man responded happily, and the joy on his face made his thin face feel a little amiable.

The child poked his head out from behind the middle-aged man, looked at the young man, and sized his eyes up. Is this... Junior brother?

In the evening, this question was answered.

"What junior, you haven't officially become a teacher yet."

The middle-aged man still cared about his child, he was the only one who would inherit everything, but the child's words were funny, so he said something with a smile.

"Why isn't he a junior? Did he start learning as a teacher earlier than me? Although I haven't saluted yet, my qualifications to become a teacher have been established since the day I was born. Isn't the time earlier than him?"

The little child Tong raised his head and chest, and handed the foot wipe to the man while talking.

The man is his father, Ji Qingzhi.

A middle-aged widower, guarding a small medical clinic, living in a small town, is not a bad life, but by no means an excellent type. This kind of family can afford cooks and helpers You know, it can be regarded as a well-off family.

The child is now Ji Mo, with a new life, a new identity, and a new mission.

[Main task: Physician. 】

[Current progress: Ji Qingzhi (Master) - completed. 】

"you--"

Ji Qingzhi didn't know what to say for a while, so he shook his head helplessly and smiled, raised his hand to pick up the foot cloth, and wiped his own feet. The cloth was already a little wet, and it was given to him after Ji Mo finished wiping.

Looking for a dry place, he wiped his feet thoroughly, the cloth was almost completely wet, and put it on the small stool beside him, Ji Mo, who had wiped his feet, had already put on another pair of shoes, holding the cloth he had just sat on with both hands. The small stool was put back, and even the cloth on it was picked up and unfolded, and placed on a small wooden pole.

Looking back, I had to put the shoes I took off and Ji Qingzhi's shoes on the other side to stand against the wall, for no other reason than to prevent rats and insects from pouring out of them when I put on the shoes tomorrow.

At this time, the insects are making noise, so we still have to be careful.

Originally, medicinal powder is also available, but the medicinal materials for grinding the medicinal powder are also collected at home, or they are picked from the deep mountains, one by one, it is not easy to think, this is not essential , use it every day, and the doctor's family can't afford it.

After the shoes were put away, Ji Mo went to wash his hands again before returning to the bed.

The edge of the bed was a bit high, he turned his back and tied his arms slightly, Ji Qingzhi put his hand under his armpit, and with force, he directly lifted him onto the bed.

The new shoes on the feet naturally fell on the bedside, and they were shoulder to shoulder with a pair of adult shoes. The two pairs of shoes were made of the same fabric, and there was no trace of embroidery on the black fabric. Not to mention exquisite, even the aesthetics are not good, but there is another kind of regularity in such a neat arrangement.

"You are so young, why do you want to be a senior brother?"

When Ji Qingzhi said this, he was really puzzled.

Ji Mo, who was already on the bed, skillfully took off his coat, burrowed under the quilt, and went directly to the inside against the wall. He lay down and looked back at Ji Qingzhi, and said, "Of course it's because it's good to be a senior brother. Being a senior brother is justified. heir to the mantle."

It's good to be a son. Being a son is the rightful heir. The task of apprenticeship is always easy to complete.

Who knows that in ancient times, a son is the one who inherits everything, let alone only one son, this kind of preference is even more obvious. Unless there is a problem with the brain, no one will pass on their own things to outsiders.

Ji Qingzhi obviously has a clear mind, knowing that the real good things must be taught to his son, so when Ji Mo was born, his master-apprentice mission had already been completed.

In general, the apprenticeship task given by the system seems to be a two-way choice, but in fact, only the master will always make the real decision.

As long as there is even a little bit of uncertainty in the master's heart, this task cannot be completed, and once it is completed, it means that no matter what Ji Mo does, the other party will not fail to teach him, and this responsibility will also be established.

"You are my son, my successor, it will always be you. There are multiple senior brothers, just for you to take care of them in the future."

A single tree is hard to make a forest. Ji Qingzhi didn't plan to marry again, so he planned everything for his son. If he couldn't give his son a few brothers to help him, he could only take in two more apprentices, so that his son would not be alone in the future. Like myself, if I want a helper, there is no one, and I can't believe it.

A three-year apprenticeship also depends on character.

"Then I have to be a senior brother to be successful. The senior brother has the name to govern the juniors under him. If not, he won't listen to me, so why should I speak against him? If he bullies me by virtue of his status as a senior brother, I can still refute his failure." ?”

Ji Mo thinks a little longer.

In fact, he was too lazy to pretend to be cute to irrelevant outsiders.

It's better to be a little adult than to act naive as a child. If you are a little careless, there is a risk of overturning the car. It is like a person with two faces in front of you and behind, which is not a good image.

Ji Qingzhi only looked at his age before, but he didn't expect this. Hearing what Ji Mo said, he certainly didn't want his son to be wronged.In everything, the status is very important. It is a matter of course in the eyes of the world that seniors are in charge of juniors. Even if seniors are not as old as seniors, it is normal. Apprentices are sorted in order of entry, not by age. Preconceived as the big, big and respected.

The situation is reversed, if the younger brother refuses to obey the older brother's control, and even refutes the older brother, not to mention that the two of them have different identities, the younger brother is the son of the master's father or something, outsiders will only think that the younger brother is rebellious, and they should be taught a lesson.

This first impression is the shackles of etiquette.

If the master is still there, one can be biased based on distance and closeness, and no one can say otherwise. If the master is no longer there, then the order of the seniors is very important.

Relying on the word "long", the royal family can argue endlessly, let alone ordinary people.

In this way, the title of Senior Brother is really important.

Thinking about this in his heart, Ji Qingzhi didn't show it, he just smiled: "Okay, I'm up to you, I'll let you be the big brother, it's done, go to sleep, I will apprentice tomorrow."

"I don't need to pray, just pretend that I have already prayed, otherwise, if he sees it, he will look down on me."

Same door, classmate, same period, a "same" seems to bring the relationship closer, but in terms of restricting the relationship, it is not as effective as "longer". , It's hard to say who's up and who's down when arguing with each other, and it's hard for others to make a first impression.

Putting it here, if you start at the same time, you will have to fight for the first place, and the other party will not be too convinced of this "senior brother".

But if he had apprenticed as a teacher two years earlier, he wouldn't have to say anything.

Ji Mo is acting more and more cautiously now, always guarding against others. If the other party is good, he is just being a villain in his heart, but if it is not good, these vaccinations will definitely hurt him. , It is also a protection for oneself.

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you, maybe you're asleep?"

Ji Qingzhi said in a good-tempered manner, raised his hand to stroke Ji Mo's forehead, closed his eyes slightly, and let him sleep with them closed.

Ji Mo closed his eyes obediently, and said one more thing on his mouth: "Daddy is better than master, so there is no need for an additional ceremony for the relationship between you and me. My father and my teacher, I kiss and respect..."

Ji Qingzhi didn't hear the last two sentences very clearly, but he also smiled, "I don't see you talking so much in the past, but today you are chattering."

Ji Mo, who had already closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, thought helplessly, is there any topic to talk about usually?

There is a cook for meals, and a helper for chores such as clothes, shoes, socks, etc. No matter how bad it is, you can still buy it outside. With Ji Qingzhi, the father, the most you can talk about, and the most you can talk about is medicine, but in this respect, only look at that. Even Ji Mo needs to spend a certain amount of effort to recognize the medicinal materials. There are more than 2000 Chinese medicinal materials, all rely on memory, and write them down one by one without confusion.

It is also necessary to attach the properties and basic uses of individual medicinal materials, as well as some simple compatibility. It is no exaggeration to say that Ji Mo, who was enlightened by the names of medicinal materials, has only memorized them by rote with his good memory. Back all.

It's not that he doesn't work hard, but that there is none in the medical clinic. Ji's medical clinic is a small medical clinic. The medicinal materials that are prepared daily are for some common diseases. Those that are fast-selling products come quickly and sell quickly. Be quick, so as not to backlog in your hands.

Even after the medicinal materials are processed, they can't be kept for too long. It can be as long as three to five years, or as short as one or two months, and the efficacy of the medicine will become worse day by day. It will only be faster to go, and if there is any decay, it is all money!

Under various conditions, even though Ji Mo works very hard, there are still some medicinal materials that have only heard their names, and heard Ji Qingzhi's description of how to use them, but they have never seen the real thing.