Xue Qing also has no pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Mr. Qingxia's social studies not only require tuition, but also provides pen, ink, paper and ink... Of course, in addition to some poor students, many students still bring their own.

Xue Qing didn't bring it because she thought she wouldn't use too much on the first day, and she couldn't hold it in the basket.

She sat in front of the thatched hut, holding a branch and looking at the ground.

Is it a humble room? There are also some here.

Fortunately, she practices calligraphy all year round and uses a lot of ancient poetry.

She carried the branches and wrote on the ground.

Mr. Si Brooch finished drinking a pot of wine, and Xue Qing’s ten-time inscription on the humble room was also written.

"You wrote too fast." Mr. Sihuang frowned and said, "How can this be written to the heart? How can this be remembered with your heart, and..."

Xue Qing interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"I haven't said that you can just teach me how to read, sir, don't temper my character," she said, "I've written it ten times, and I know I remember it myself."

Mr. Si Broo stared at him.

"Then I'll teach you what you don't listen to when I say something, how can I teach you?" he asked.

"Tell me well," Xue Qing said, "You have to tell me why I should do this and what purpose should I achieve. If you say it well, I will naturally listen to it if it is useful and meaningful."

Mr. Si Broo looked at her with a frown.

"Then my husband is so pitiful." He said, smacking his mouth twice, as if he was savoring the taste of the wine, as if he was a little bitter, "It's really soft-hearted."

"I think everyone has a clear goal in this way. I am not becoming a literary scholar in order to do academic research." Xue Qing said, "You don't have to consider teaching and educating people. Just build me into an exam-oriented expert."

Although she looks like she is still a child, she knows that she is an adult, so she doesn't need others to shape her.

She had thought that if she wanted to be a famous teacher in the future, she would have to let the students pass the test of the student at a high rate.

"Exam Master? This statement is interesting." Mr. Sige read it again, and his face looked ugly, "Little boy, that's the top scorer, it's not that easy."

Xue Qing smiled.

"No hurry, let's take your time." She said, shaking the branches in her hand.

Mr. Si Brooke pinched his beard.

"What disciple am I taking?" he said to himself.

Xue Qing smiled, looked at the hut behind her and the lively street market in front of her, what kind of teacher did she worship again? If Guo Huaichun and others knew about it, they would be stunned.

She herself didn't expect why she really agreed as she said that.

Xue Qing looked at the old man who was rummaging over the basket again because he took out a piece of meat, hoping that her intuition was correct, and this old man was extraordinary.

When he approached him, he didn't notice it at all. This was unscientific.

.........

When dusk comes, the front of the palace becomes lively. After school, the students in the society go home except for those who are boarding due to long distances or other reasons. Before going back, most students in Chang'an City will go home. Before going back, they will go shopping on the streets or drink wine and tea with their classmates. The carriages and horses from various families are also crowded with the streets, and there is a mess everywhere.

Manager Wu saw Xue Qing walking towards him with a basket at a glance, and he hurriedly raised his hand to say hello.

Xue Qing walked through the crowd.

"Young Master, how about it?" Manager Wu asked curiously.

Xue Qing nodded.

"It's okay." she said.

The family had already greeted Mr. Qingxia, so let's learn it. Manager Wu smiled and raised the curtain of the car. Xue Qing didn't say anything anymore and climbed into the car. Manager Wu also got into the car, and the coachman led the horse through the crowd.

Someone in the crowd saw this.

"Yeah, this kid is just leaving now?" Zhang Shuangtong said, "Are you embarrassed to go home and say you didn't go to the society? Are you very arrogant? Are you still afraid of others saying it?"

Zhang Liantang smiled.

"Being arrogant is to have talent and be able to bear the word "pride" he said, "Without talent, it is not pride, it is sour."

Someone called their names there, and Zhang Shuangtong saw that they were classmates.

"Let's go," he said, "Don't worry about this kid."

Zhang Liantang waved his hand.

"You go, I'm going to visit Dr. Yang's place." He said.

Zhang Shuangtong was quite bored.

"Are you so curious about his prescription?" he said, not paying attention to walking away.

Zhang Liantang found his own carriage and headed towards the city.

Chang'an City is still bustling and lively in the twilight. Dr. Yang's clinic is at his own home, which makes it convenient for people to seek medical treatment at night. Other shops on the street are greeting guests, but Dr. Yang's clinic has been closed.

These days, I have been closing down so early.

In the courtyard in the back hall, Dr. Yang was carefully sorting out a few pieces of cut medicine, and putting it between his mouth and nose to taste it.

"Master, Young Master Liantang is here again." The little boy ran in and shouted.

Zhang Liantang followed him and knocked the boy on the head with a fan.

"What are you shouting, I'm seeing a ghost." He said.

The little boy covered his head and ran behind Dr. Yang and stared at Zhang Liantang. Dr. Yang did not look up and still seriously cut a piece of medicine.

"What's the good thing about that prescription?" he said, "Why are you so curious?"

After saying that, he said to the little boy and brought the medicine box. The little boy went there reluctantly with his lips pouted.

"My grandfather's illness has been helpless for a long time. Now that I have taken this new pill, it will take effect in a few days. Of course I am curious. This is undoubtedly like a fairy pill." Zhang Liantang smiled and said, "Is there any pill that is more powerful than stalactites and gold stones?"

Dr. Yang smiled.

"Don't worry, it's not Jinshi." He said, taking the medicine box brought by the little boy and opening it, taking out a piece of paper and handing it to Zhang Liantang, "It's a very simple prescription."

Zhang Liantang took it and glanced over and babbled first.

"The word "is pretty good," he said.

Dr. Yang smiled and said nothing. With the relationship between Zhang Yang's family, he didn't mind being seen as a prescription, and the Zhang family would not use it randomly. For the same disease, different medicines were used.

He continued to beat the medicine blocks, and Zhang Liantang had seen the prescription.

"It's simple," he said, holding the prescription but not letting go. "What's the name of this pill? Which expert wrote it? I don't even know that there are such masters in Chang'an City."

Dr. Yang stopped.

"I gave it a name for this pill." He thought for a while and said, "Qing... E... Pill."

"Qing'e'an?" Zhang Liantang read it again and nodded with a smile, "Good name, I don't know who the owner of Qing'an is?"

Dr. Yang smiled and shook his head.

"That's the other party, he doesn't let him say it." He said.

Zhang Liantang babbled.

"It turned out to be invisible." He said, "I am arrogant because of my talent."

Dr. Yang smiled.

"He is not a doctor, so he doesn't take it as a name," he said, "not to be disturbed."

Zhang Liantang said without asking again.

"That's really a sensible person." He said, "Then I'll thank Dr. Yang, and Dr. Yang will give it to him. Others may think that my grandfather only has a pain in his waist and legs, but I know how terrible this disease is for my grandfather. This time I can find the right medicine, and my grandfather undoubtedly overcomes the big disaster."

He said as he stood up and saluted respectfully.
Chapter completed!