In the drug store, a white-haired doctor was checking the pulse of a young man in his twenties with a serious and serious expression.
The young man's face was a little pale, and he looked like he was suffering from a serious disease. He looked at the old doctor with decades of medical experience, raised his head and said: "My physical symptoms (mainly mental illness)
There should be no problem. First, you must see if my eyes are distracted and dull. Second, you must observe whether my words and deeds are logical to provide a basis for judgment. Third, you must ask me questions to determine whether I am hallucinating.
, delusion, schizophrenia..."
Behind this young man was a 15 or 16-year-old servant in gray clothes. He turned pale when he heard Lin Jing's words, and then whispered: "It's over, the master's madness has occurred again..."
The old doctor's original serious expression became a little ugly. He turned his head and looked at Lin Jing, retracted his hand and said softly: "It's nothing serious."
Lin Jing's expression was relaxed. He quickly took out the money and then asked: "Doctor, have you seen it?"
The old doctor took the copper coins, waved his hand and said, "Go somewhere else to play, I don't have time to play with you."
Lin Jing watched the old doctor turn his head, reluctantly took out a piece of paper and said, "Doctor, this is the schizophrenia checklist. There are questions and answers on it. You just need to give it to me in the normal order."
Ask questions.”
The corners of the gray-clothed servant's mouth twitched. Looking at the serious expression of his second young master, no matter how he looked at it, he felt pitiful and couldn't help crying.
The old doctor put the medicine in the medicine bag and said: "Your master is weak and has no other problems. Go back and take good care of yourself."
The servant in gray clothes smiled but did not dare to speak.
But Lin Jing became cheerful instantly. This is the twelfth one, enough!
He suddenly stood up, took out a small amount of money from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and said loudly: "Thank you, doctor!"
Lin Jing judged from the process of "seeing the doctor" that he had no hallucinations, delusions or schizophrenia. He had really come to the Ming Dynasty!
"Hahahaha, Ming Dynasty, my Lin is here!" Lin Jing screamed to the sky, laughed and left the medicine shop.
A group of onlookers looked at me with strange eyes, as if they were looking at idiots.
The servant in gray clothes was shocked, took the medicine from the drug store, chased Lin Jing eagerly and shouted: "Second Young Master, Second Young Master, go home quickly, Master went home early today, so you can't stay outside..."
A group of apprentices in the medicine shop looked at each other, approached the old doctor, and said, "Master, this man is the second son of Mr. Lin's family, right?"
The old doctor was unconcerned and tidying up his medicine box.
Another apprentice reluctantly said: "Master, is he really crazy? What he said is strange, incoherent, cannot be explained, and cannot be understood..."
The old doctor walked up to the counter and said softly: "Do your thing."
The apprentices were frightened and stood up in a hurry.
But the other party has confirmed that he is the second son of Mr. Lin, which is really crazy!
He went crazy just after winning the exam, what a pity!
September 21st, the fourth day after the results were released.
There is a joke circulating in Kyoto that the Ministry of Industry gave Lin Qingzheng’s second son Lin Jing a job. He went crazy.
The day after he woke up after being forced to faint, Lin Jing spent three consecutive days in major pharmacies in Kyoto. He wandered around major pharmacies to see doctors. He also said incredible things and did strange things with a piece of paper.
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Lin Jing confirmed that he had come to the Ming Dynasty, and he was very happy. In later generations, he was an orphan, coming and going without any worries. This Ming Dynasty was the dynasty he yearned for. Looking at the antique buildings around him and wearing blue cloth
The ancient man in the shirt, his face showed surprise, his eyes were full of excitement and widened. It was so big, staring at everyone around the world.
Even if passers-by looked at him like a fool, Lin Jing didn't care. He would feel light and trembling every step of the way.
"This big tank is not bad. It will be very valuable in the future. How about burying dozens of them first..."
"The quality of the dress is almost too bad. It won't last this long. Well, the girl is also short..."
"By the way, this row of houses must be very valuable. Do you want to buy a street?"
The servant in gray clothes followed Lin Jing, listening to his "crazy words", silently shouting "Crazy, crazy, crazy", and then followed closely, because he was worried that he would do something different.
Lin Jing was unaware of the gazes along the way and didn't know how long he had been walking. He pouted and looked at the arch in front of him with unfinished thoughts, which was shiny and exquisite.
Well, very valuable!
When the servant in gray clothes saw it, he suddenly remembered that Lin Jing woke up for the first time after coma and climbed onto the roof, shouted "I must be dreaming" and jumped off. He was shocked and hurriedly hugged Lin Jing. He said
: "Second Young Master, let's go home as soon as possible. The Master will be back soon..."
Lin Jing pulled him away, still smiling: "Go to the arch, let's have tea!"
The servant in gray clothes breathed a sigh of relief and gradually followed Lin Jing.
Lin Jing went to the second floor and sat at the table facing the street, still looking around curiously.
Seats from hundreds of years ago, people from hundreds of years ago, tea from hundreds of years ago...
Lin Jing was very interested in each one and stared at it with a greedy expression.
At the next table, there were four young people who were the same age as Lin Jing. They were talking and slapping the table from time to time. They seemed to be discussing something.
Lin Jing listened intently, wondering what they were talking about.
"Now, the frontiers are being eroded and the people are in turmoil. Master Ma proposed to increase the content of quarts, salt and other miscellaneous silver by 2 or 2 million. The result was rejected by the eunuchs. How crazy!"
"Now the treasury is empty and the world is in turmoil. The Eunuch Party doesn't want to do anything for the country. It has caused some chaos and harmed the country and the people. It's so abominable!"
"Who are the eunuchs? The despicable evil party wants to kill them with a three-foot sword!"
After hearing this, Lin Jing couldn't help but walked over and said, "Yes, how can we always increase taxes on the people? Why not increase business taxes? There were so many businessmen in the Ming Dynasty, and they just increased some of the treasury to make money?"
The four people at the table stopped talking and turned to look at Lin Jing, frowning.
Lin Jing looked at their expressions, thinking they didn't understand, and explained: "Take the salt tax as an example. In the tenth year of Wanli, there were still 10 million people, but now there are less than one million left. Should all these merchants be added?"
"
A young man looked at Lin Jing unhappily and said: "Businessmen buy low and sell high, making huge profits without producing. If the government increases taxes, they must raise prices. The people are already suffering. How are people's lives?
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Lin Jing was stunned. This was indeed reasonable and he could not refute it.
Seeing Lin Jing being questioned, another person expressed dissatisfaction: "Not only that, the merchants are now powerful, and the salt merchants in Yangzhou have obtained bureaucratic qualifications. How can scholars collect taxes?"
The meaning of this sentence is that the salt merchants are already scholars and cannot tax. The only people who can tax are those idiots who have nothing to do!
Lin Jing was a little angry when he heard these misunderstandings and said: "We are all the people of the Ming Dynasty. Why do those poor people have to pay taxes? Now the country is in trouble, why can't the scholars put in some effort? After the scholars maintained the dynasty for three hundred years,
They raised a batch of leeches that only suck blood!?"
"What did you say!"
Snapped!
The four young men hit the table almost at the same time, getting angry. This chapter has been completed!