After chatting for a while, Qian Zhifei glanced at the time and said, "Mr. Hu, it's getting late, and the host is here, why don't we talk about the recording?"

"Okay, with this beautiful lady's cooperation, I think I might have a chance to perform better." Hu Zhishu smiled and said, "Doctor Song, let's have dinner together later."

Song Che knew that he had to avoid it, so he stood up and said, "It's okay, I'll just go around here."

After saying that, Song Che left the main hall.

This old house in Yuqingtang is very large. Although it has been disrepair for many years, it still shows the prosperity of its prosperous period.

Song Che wandered around the corridor.

It was early spring, and although the temperature was still low, the breath of everything revived was already visible. A breeze blew, and the air contained a refreshing fragrance.

Before he knew it, Song Che walked to the backyard.

There are a few people here who are cleaning up.

It seems that this old house has been no longer inhabited for a long time. Now the column team is preparing to record Hu Zhishu here, so they will do a symbolic cleaning.

"Please carry this box in, be careful, don't bump it."

An old man was instructing people to carry two large wooden boxes into a room, and at the same time he came to the door from time to time and directed the people inside: "Be careful, take it and put it gently. These books are very precious. If you have a broken book, you can't afford to pay a day's wages!"

Song Che took a few glances and took the lead in noticing that the two large wooden boxes were made of Huanghuali wood!

There is no need to say how precious Huanghuali wood is, but judging from the old man's attitude, he seems to value the books in it more than the wooden box!

Song Che walked to the door calmly, glanced inside, and found that the room was actually a study room, with a few bookshelves in addition to the desk.

The wooden box next to the bookshelf was filled with books, and someone was taking out old books from it and placing them on the bookshelf.

These books are basically medical books.

At this time, the old man in charge noticed Song Che and asked, "Who are you?"

"Guest, Hu Zhishu asked me to wait for him here." Song Che replied casually, and raised his chin into the study, "Can I go in and take a look?"

"What's so good about it? It's dirty and messy here? I'm cleaning it up." The old man smiled bitterly.

Song Che thought they were busy putting books in it, probably because they wanted to turn around and let Hu Zhishu read books in it so that the camera could take pictures of Hu Zhishu's diligent and studious. He felt quite funny and said, "I am also a doctor and I am more interested in traditional Chinese medicine."

Hearing this, the old man immediately looked at Song Che seriously.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, most of these books were saved by the ancestors of the Hu family. Although they are not worth much money, they are of great significance. If outsiders want to borrow them, they have to obtain the consent of the head."

"I need Hu Zhishu's consent?"

"Hu Zhishu's words are useless."

The old man shook his head: "I need his father's permission."

I thought that if she said this, Song Che would definitely give up.

Unexpectedly, Song Che said stubbornly: "Can you help me ask what Mr. Hu Peijun mean?"

The old man frowned and his tone became cold: "Young man, don't you understand the principle of not being polite?"

Song Che said unhurriedly: "You misunderstood. My purpose is not to read books, but to treat books."

The old man was stunned.

Song Che smiled and said, "Books can also get sick. You can read these books. Time has passed, just like the old man in his seventies. Unfortunately, no one has read them for too long. It is like a pearl covered with dust, losing the meaning of their existence."

When the old man heard this example, he was amused and laughed: "You are so smart, you can speak seriously even if you are nonsense."

"That's because I'm really telling the truth." Song Che said: "The meaning of the existence of books is to record and inherit, record the information, and then pass on it through the reader. These medical books must be precious. I think that only by reading them to the right doctors can the doctor's abilities and experience be improved, and then benefiting more patients, so as to realize the greatest value of these medical books."

"Besides, Yu Qingtang's ancestral teachings are just that the family of good fortune will have Yu Qing. I think that as long as Mr. Hu Peijun remembers this ancestral teachings, he will understand the principle that the rose hand has lingering fragrance. It is better than putting these precious books here as decorations or even props for filming."

"..." The old man's old face was suddenly unhappy.

Song Che’s words are not only very reasonable and indescribable, but also extremely heartbroken!

Especially the last sentence, it is clearly a satirizing that they used these medical classics as shooting props for Hu Zhishu!

To put it bluntly, it's almost like scolding them for being fake!

"Young man, I admit that what you said is indeed a little bit reasonable. Books are always to be read, sharing, inheritance and teaching. They are the purpose of Yu Qingtang's inception..."

The old man first eased his wording, but then he took it for granted a "but": "But, these books are of great significance after all, and they are not something that anyone can read just by wanting them. You have also seen how finely these books are stored. The Hu family spent a lot of money to buy a wooden box made of huanghuali wood to prevent moisture and insects, so that they can be kept for a hundred years. If you really want to borrow, you can do it, but you have to prove that you have the qualification."

"What kind of person is qualified?"

"According to the rules of the Hu family, those who read books must pass three tests, except for the descendants of the Hu family."

The old man raised three fingers: "First, prove that medical skills are passed. Second, prove that medical ethics are passed. Third, prove that talent is passed."

Song Che thought that reading a book would require so many rules. If it were ordinary people who would have spitted him, he would turn his head and leave, but now he has nothing to do and is curious about the purpose of Yu Qingtang inviting him over, so he got into trouble.

After all, Song Che didn't think that Hu Zhishu invited him here specifically, just a few awkward conversations... There must be some unknown secret hidden inside Yu Qingtang!

Faced with the old man's difficulties, Song Che said directly: "My name is Song Che."

"???" The old man was stunned.

He is having a problem, what is this guy going to do if he reports his name?

"My name is Song Che." Song Che repeated again.

"Young man, you didn't understand what I mean?" the old man said angrily.

"I said it, my name is Song Che!"

Song Che was obsessed with his name and said, "You can go and inquire about the name Song Che and the deeds behind the name, which is enough to prove that all three requests you made have passed. If this does not meet your Yu Qingtang's requirements, then I have reason to think that your Hu family is a selfish and petty guy."

“!!!”

The old man was immediately frustrated.

This is too arrogant and domineering!

It can be translated into seven words: "I, Song Che, want to read a book!"

But he also knew Song Che's name and Song Che's deeds clearly.

This series of deeds is enough to prove that Song Che is an out-of-print talent with both morality, intelligence, medical skills!

If even he is not qualified to go in and read books, then there will be no more suitable people in the world!

Just as the old man was complaining, Song Che suddenly thought of something and asked seriously: "By the way, I haven't asked what your name is yet."
Chapter completed!