There was still some time in the afternoon, and I went to Weishan Academy again.

This may not be the one who learns it, but it is more important than that. Because to be honest, Zhao Cheng knows too little about history, but many things can be heard here.

I randomly asked a few students to inquire from the side, and whether the anonymous answer sheet on one day caused any response or something?

However, unexpectedly, the students in the academy spoke of the article with a "cut" expression.

A guy also said, "That boy is bad, don't let me know who it is. I dare to mention the daily behavior of lowly mud legs in such a place, but I don't know what he wants to express. His tone of words is vulgar, extremely naive, and eye-catching."

Zhao Cheng didn't ask much, so as not to become a rat crossing the street.

You can't get angry here either. In fact, most of the students here are really playboys, at least they have some money at home and some servants.

Forget it, I planned to find a new lecture hall to continue listening. But when I turned around, I met Zhang Ji again? Walked into this courtyard.

It was a little embarrassed when meeting, and Zhao Cheng wanted to leave quickly. Otherwise, she would seem a little unfriendly now. In this case, when she met other playboys, the situation would become complicated.

However, as a polite person, Zhao Cheng still politely said: "Sir."

Zhang Ji's tone was a little cold, "You...don't come here in the future. Leave now. Can you find a way out? If you can't, I'll give it to you."

Subconsciously, he thought he would keep a few more words to explain. But to Zhang Ji? It was quite surprising, Zhao Cheng just nodded slightly, "No trouble, I will go by myself. The chances of getting lost are not high, and even if I get lost, I won't die."

Looking at his thin and lonely back, Zhang Ji subconsciously wanted to give him another chance after hearing his explanation. But now that he is leaving, Zhang Ji? Of course, he will not call him back.

After looking at it again, he actually took the wrong path?

"Okay, let him go a few more circles by himself." Zhang Ji murmured to himself and walked up the steps...

Of course, Zhao Cheng won’t get lost, just Zhang Ji? Zhao Cheng won’t get lost here. He took the wrong path on purpose. He came here, so he went to a lecture hall and then listened to it.

Last time I came to take a look.

According to general rules, if you think the atmosphere of this academy is OK in all aspects and others are willing to accept it, you should take the "school record" to formally study this time.

This aspect is somewhat different from later generations, but it is just that. The scholar who got the exam before was graduated from elementary school and had a student status. The Song Dynasty is more open in this aspect, and you can go to any middle school to study with this set of academic records, just spend money.

It is a bit difficult to establish a state official school because the tuition fees for official schools are low and the quality preference is that the official school has the "education allowances and subsidies" from the Ministry of Rites. Since it is of welfare nature and there are so many people who want to study, it naturally causes the fact that ordinary people cannot enter. Basically, unless they are extremely outstanding and dare not fool others, the quota for official schools is mostly set and limited.

We can't blame this era, where there were extremely developed productivity and resources in later generations, so this was not surprising in ancient times.

There are many private academies, with high quality and basic quality. Zhao Cheng did not know the true qualifications of Weishan Academy. However, by the son of Li Zhi, who was appointed as the supervisor, studying here instead of the state official school, you can know the quality here. At the same time, there must be special resources here that are different from other places.

This is an essence that is easily judged from superficial phenomena.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ji? He said "Don't come" just now.

This does not mean that Zhao Cheng's road is really blocked, but there is no need to lick his face for the time being. I plan to observe it first and figure out what the real resources of Weishan Academy are making a conclusion and whether it is worth it for this public relations.

Thinking of it, I really took a class to listen...

It was almost evening when he left the academy this time, and Zhao Cheng discovered a problem. Compared with them, his calligraphy is the ugly and vulgar.

So I bought the Four Treasures of the Study House and planned to go home to practice calligraphy.

While walking, I saw a middle-aged woman muttering something.

Such expressions usually encounter some big problems. In theory, this woman is dressed well, like a rich family, and it is not the turn of Zhao Cheng to pity her, but she is a puppy who is next to her, the one who licked Zhao Cheng's feet last time.

After meeting an acquaintance, the puppy ran over and bit Zhao Cheng's trouser legs and dragged it to the woman who lost her soul.

Zhao Cheng was really speechless. He didn't want the newly bought clothes torn by the puppy, so he had to follow him.

The woman was very confused and came back to her senses. She saw the puppy biting the scholar's trouser legs, and bent down to slap the puppy in the head.

"Wangcai, why are you so hateful?" She caught the puppy and hugged it in her arms to protect her.

Zhao Cheng asked more, "What's wrong with being so anxious?"

The woman saw Zhao Cheng holding the four treasures in the study like a scholar, so she eagerly grabbed Zhao Cheng's wrist and said with red eyes: "My daughter is sick. I have seen many gentlemen and tried many methods but they are not good. Do you understand medical principles?"

She was really sick and went to the doctor. The doctors of this era were all scholars. On the other hand, scholars in the Northern Song Dynasty were very knowledgeable and basically understood medical principles. As for how to correctly quote medical principles from which limited medical rules, look at their faces and their own skills.

"I am not a doctor, you should ask for a good friend." You can't joke about this kind of thing. Zhao Cheng didn't understand it and could only refuse.

She burst into tears and pulled Zhao Cheng excitedly, "Wangcai is a dog with aura, so there must be a reason to find you. You are a scholar and you always understand some medical principles. You have found anyone you can find. Please ask the little gentleman to go and see me. Even if it is not cured, it will not be worse."

Khan, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but feel that what she said made some sense, and she was dragged away in a daze.

Her house is quite large, with two yards in front and back. The outer yard is more spacious, with some facilities and equipment for men to practice martial arts. There is an old housekeeper who is sweeping the floor in the inner yard, and some children play with Trojan horses and other toys.

Apart from that, I saw no one anymore, the huge house was deserted.

Before I even entered the house, I heard the child's cough, as if there was a lot of phlegm stuck in my lungs. The old butler shook his head and sighed.

When I entered the outhouse, I smelled a strong smell of medicine.

"Mr. Don't avoid suspicion. You can go into the house to diagnose your daughter. I, a stupid woman, will not disturb you. Even if there is no way, if I can save my daughter, I will thank you very much."

She was so anxious that she was almost unreasonable that she pushed Zhao Cheng into the room. She leaned against the wall of the outer room and couldn't bear to go in and see her daughter like that.

Zhao Cheng didn't care about that anymore. When he walked closer, he saw a girl about five years old wrapped herself tightly in a quilt, coughing without listening, and was in a sleep.

Maybe she is too hot, so she will naturally stick out her red tongue, as if she is dissipating heat?

Even Zhao Cheng was so scared that he reached out to touch him. It was really hot, so he had definitely had more than 40 years of fever.

He hurriedly loosened the quilt wrapped tightly on her and let her breathe first.

"Child...doll..."

Zhao Cheng tried to scream twice and couldn't wake up, but he was still coughing.

"This child has always been in good health, but somehow he suddenly became ill this time. He has seen many doctors and even went to ask the famous master Zhang Ji yesterday, but he couldn't even get rid of the high fever."

The woman was crying outside.

Zhang Ji? Have you also seen it?

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a while and observed it again. Even if he was not a doctor, he knew that the little girl might have pneumonia. This disease is a bit judging in later generations. It is delayed to this extent. In this era, it is basically unsuccessful and must have antibiotics.

I vaguely remember that I seemed to have seen Amoxicillin sold in the Bitch System Mall.
Chapter completed!