Jiangzuo, Xunyang.

The Yun family is not a prominent family in Xunyang, but it is quite famous in the world. On the tenth day of every month, the Yun family will set up a medical tent on the outskirts of Xunyang for three days to consult and administer medicine to the poor.

The act of kindness has lasted for decades.

The Yun family's philanthropic deeds also affected other vendors in Xunyang. Whenever the Yun family's free clinic was used to administer medicine, several charity huts, such as porridge huts and tea huts, would be erected near the Yun family's medical shed.

Mei Changsu, who did not go to Xunyang last year, finally got Doctor Yan's approval and was able to leave Langzhou for Xunyang after a lot of talking.

This time, Zhen Ping replaced Li Gang and stayed in Langzhou.

However, Li Gang did not go with Mei Changsu. He and Doctor Yan went ahead one day earlier.

Mei Changsu took Poria and Banzhuoqing, and Ji Bu drove slowly.

After arranging everything at hand, it was already May when Mei Changsu arrived in Xunyang.

There is an old saying: At noon on the fifth day of the fifth month, the Heavenly Master rode a tiger. His red mouth ascended to the sky, and all the insects returned to the underworld.

Every year in May, the Yun family will change the regular three-day free clinic to the first ten days of the month, and the dates will also be changed from the first to the tenth day of the lunar month.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Mei Changsu, who did not go to the dragon boat race to join in the fun, found an empty thatched hut and made a wooden sign saying "Write letters on behalf of others" and hung it outside the hut.

However, for some reason, the whole morning passed and no one stepped into his hut.

"Sir, drink tea!" Ban Zhuoqing obediently brought a cup of astragalus tea to Mei Changsu. When Mei Changsu took the cup, he turned around to grind it.

Mei Changsu smiled lightly and pulled Ban Zhuoqing to sit next to him: "Qing'er, would you rather go to school or travel with me?"

"The school is very good, but Qing'er also likes to travel with the young master." Ban Zhuo Qing thought for a while and replied.

"Why?" Mei Changsu glanced at a porridge shed not far away: the Ban family had indeed followed.

"Young Master knows more things than Master, and Brother Fuling treats Qing'er better than other friends!" Ban Zhuoqing cast his eyes on Fuling, who was helping to distribute medicine in the medical shed, "Sir, do you think Qing'er can be like Qing'er in the future?

Does Brother Fuling also help many people?"

"Yes!" Mei Changsu put down the tea cup and said with a smile, "But if Qing'er wants to help others, she must first remember the people who have helped you."

"Qing'er will never forget Young Master and Uncle Chen!" Ban Zhuoqing whispered, "Grandma Ji, Uncle Li Gang, Uncle Zhen Ping, Qing'er will not forget either."

"It's not just them. Qing'er can't forget the master who taught you knowledge, the friends who studied and played with you, and other people who helped you." Mei Changsu withdrew his eyes from the Ban family porridge shed, "Also

Yes, no matter what kind of favor others give you, you should keep it in your heart. Don’t take the favor that others give you for granted, let alone compare it with favors!”

"Okay!" Ban Zhuoqing thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Qing'er has remembered it."

"Qing'er also needs to remember that no matter how good Qing'er is in the future, you can't be arrogant." Mei Changsu's tone became slightly stern, "I don't blame you this time, but I have to remember it next time. You can't do it in front of the Master.

Even if you contradict someone, don't be aggressive in front of your friends!"

"Yes, Qing'er knows that she is wrong. Qing'er has written the "Disciple Rules" a hundred times." Ban Zhuoqing choked up and said, "Sir, do you think Master will let me go back to school?"

"Yes! Qing'er sincerely admits your mistake, Master will let you go back."

It's because he didn't think properly.

The school had a half-month spring plowing holiday. He was afraid that Qing'er would go to trouble again, so he set aside two hours a day to teach Qing'er.

As a result, Qing'er, who returned to school, could not listen to what Confucius taught at all, and she spoke nonsense about the articles written by her friends.

Fortunately, Qing'er knew the rules and didn't say it was the knowledge he taught, so Master Er only complained and had no intention of driving Qing'er out of the school.

He knew he was in the wrong, so he found a reason to ask Li Gang to take three months' leave for Qing'er, and took advantage of his own trip to take Qing'er with him to travel.

He remembered that he had made the same mistake when he was young. Brother Jing Yu just found an excuse to take him on a trip. During the trip, he made him realize how ridiculous his cleverness was.

He thought that after seeing more things and coming into contact with more people, Qing'er would put away his proud and complacent temper just like he did when he was young.

"Hey, it's almost noon. Qing'er should go to the porridge shed to ask for some rice porridge. Remember, be polite!" Although his martial arts skills have been lost, his eyesight is still as good as before. The person responsible for scooping porridge at the porridge shed over there,

Isn't he the old man of the Ban family who has been unemployed for many years, Qing'er's biological grandfather? I'll let you take a closer look, Mei Changsu thought while thinking.

"Okay!" Ban Zhuoqing put down the ink stick and ran towards the porridge shed with a bound.

This is the temperament a teenager should have.

Mei Changsu watched Banzhuo go away and waved to the man a few steps away.

"Brother, do you want me to write a letter for you?" The man carrying firewood had been staring at him for a long time. Mei Changsu took it for granted that he was a mountain man who wanted to ask him to write a letter for him but was too shy to ask.

"Is your surname Su?" The firewood picker walked up to him, looked around cautiously, and then whispered in a low voice.

"My lord, Su Zhe, what does this elder brother do for you?" The man's question aroused Mei Changsu's vigilance. He seemingly casually changed the direction of the pen placed on the inkstone and said calmly.

"I met someone a few days ago who asked me to send you a letter!" Seeing that he had found the right person, the man put the firewood aside and took out a crumpled letter from his arms, "The person who entrusted the letter is He

A tea merchant about your age."

"What's the surname of the person who entrusted the letter?" He had opened a tea shop in Langzhou, but had never had a close relationship with him. Mei Changsu stared at the letter in the man's hand and asked.

"He said that when you see the letter, you will know who he is!" The man laughed naively, but held the letter tightly in his hand.

Mei Changsu raised his brows, snorted coldly, took out the brocade bag from his sleeves, took out some broken silver, put it on the desk, and said: "Brother, thank you for your hard work!"

The man smiled honestly, took the broken silver, put the letter in Mei Changsu's hand, "Thank you, sir!"

Su Zhe personally initiated the marriage?

Who is it? Who would know that he has arrived in Xunyang and arrange for someone to deliver the letter to him in advance?

Mei Changsu's expression condensed and he opened the letter without any further hesitation.

I was ready to investigate and make arrangements, but after reading the contents of the letter, I picked up the tea cup and took a sip of astragalus tea. Because I drank too quickly, Mei Changsulian coughed a few times, and then managed to calm down.

.

No wonder he lost his composure, because the words on the paper were familiar to him: remember to miss me, and don’t forget about Yinzhou!

This person!!!

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Ban Zhuoqing asked worriedly when he saw Mei Changsu looking angry and returning to the hut with a cup of rice porridge and three empty bowls.

"Your Uncle Chen left us a letter!" Neither of them named it, so Mei Changsu simply showed the paper to Ban Zhuoqing to read.

"Yinzhou?" Ban Zhuoqing scratched his head and asked doubtfully, "Sir, is Uncle Chen worried that someone will kidnap Miss Yun?"

"...No!" Mei Changsu replied softly, "He was reminding me not to leave you behind again."

The white lie made Ban Zhuoqing's eyes mist: "Master, it's okay. Qing'er knows that you have important things to do, so you asked Qing'er to be taken to Langzhou first."

Mei Changsu smiled, pulled Ban Zhuoqing over, and said, "Let's have some porridge. When we finish work in the evening, I'll take Poria and go to a restaurant with you!"

"Can you call Brother Poria over to eat together?" Ban Zhuoqing raised his head and asked.

"Okay, but you have to tell Miss Yun!" Mei Changsu ordered.

"I know!" Banjo responded loudly and ran towards the medical shed.

The almost inaudible laughter came from the tea shop next door, which made Mei Changsu murmur: Prajna is true, Qin Yue showed up in Xunyang, and jointly set up a tea shed on the day when the Yun family opened a free clinic, it may be related to Lin Chen

?

"Young Master!" Just as he was thinking about it, Fuling and Ban Zhuoqing were already in front of him. Fuling bowed slightly and said, "Sir, please have a meal."

"Sit down and eat!" Mei Changsu pointed to the small bench next to him.

Fu Ling frowned slightly, pulled Ban Zhuo Qing beside her who was about to sit down, and whispered: "You are the young master, Qing'er and I cannot eat at the same table with you."

Mei Changsu glanced at the tea shed next to him, and said at a volume that Prajna True and Qin Yue could hear: "Outside of the country, it is important for masters and servants to sit at separate tables. That's the eldest master! I'm just a scholar, sit down and eat.

"

Poria responded and then sat down with Ban Zhuoqing. Mei Changsu saw that he was a little reserved and said: "Eat quickly. There are many people coming for consultation today during the Dragon Boat Festival. After eating, you can go and help me earlier."

It’s also good.”

"Sir, you, no one will ask you to write letters for you!" Poria took a few mouthfuls of porridge, raised her head, and said in a very low voice, "People who are literate will not ask you to write letters for them;

People who are illiterate don’t know what is written on your wooden sign.”

"They don't know whether you are writing letters or measuring fortunes, or whether you want to charge a fee?" Fuling said at a very fast speed.

"..." Mei Changsu was stunned. Is this the reason why he didn't open the store all morning?

"You have to shout and let them know that you are writing letters for free!" Fu Ling said cautiously, "If you feel embarrassed to speak, you can ask Qing'er to go to the free clinic team to speak. I, I can also help.

."

Shouting? I really can't do it. Mei Changsu rubbed his hands and sighed softly: "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Okay!" Poria responded, pulled Ban Zhuo Qing over, and muttered a few words, causing Ban Zhuo Qing to nod frequently.

Mei Changsu didn't listen deliberately, but what Fu Ling whispered to Qing'er still fell into his ears.

Like a real elder brother, Poria instructs her younger brother on everything in detail: how to identify those who need to write letters among the snake-like team; how to tell them that his son can write letters; when they are hesitant

What should I say to someone; how should I respond to someone who refuses; how should I respond when someone comes to ask for a letter to be written for me, etc.

"Poria has ever written letters for others?" Mei Changsu asked after the two children finished muttering.

"I used to write for others when I was an apprentice in the shop." Seeing Mei Changsu asking questions, Fuling hurriedly stood up and answered.

"Did your young master ask for it?"
To be continued...