Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Fan Zheng walked around the state school, nodding his head slightly.

Doctor of Confucianism and two teaching assistants crossed their hands slightly, and answered questions for Confucianism students.

No way, the three gentlemen corresponded to [-] classics students, and they were already very busy.

Most of the male and female students in the middle school are the children of state and county officials. After studying in the state school, they can at least be a subordinate official when they come out.

The number of officials in Zhenguan year was relatively small, and the number of officials was amazing in the period of Li Zhi and Li Longji.

Therefore, classics students don't have to worry about reading in vain.

In theory, economics students also have the opportunity to take the imperial examination, but with that ability, who still lives in the state school?
Aren't you a handsome scholar from the four disciplines of the Imperial College?
Even if there are people with real talents and real learning, isn't it better to be promoted by Yongzhou than to go to the imperial examination without confidence?

Birth is the backing, so some graduates do not deliberately respect doctorate and teaching assistants.

"Assistant, it's Tang Dynasty now, what's the use of learning "Zhou Li"?"

There were still some stubborn students who asked a bunch of questions again.

The teaching assistant raised his forehead, he was so angry that his liver ached, he had already said this question three times!
Fan Zheng waved his hand slightly: "Maybe you don't care about the explanation of the doctor and teaching assistant about this question, and let me talk about it."

"If I ask you about the wedding ceremony in Tang Dynasty, you can answer it casually, but the classmate next to you can talk about the ceremony from Zhou Dynasty to today's ceremony."

"At this moment, there is only one meritorious officer left. Given that you two have the same background and almost the same talent and learning, who do you think I will hire?"

"Shangshu Zuo Cheng Lu Gong Chengqing, who was the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, His Majesty asked about the population, and Lu Gong recorded the population increase and decrease from the Xia Dynasty to the present without any mistakes, which is very favored by His Majesty."

Just pour the chicken broth here.

The reality is that you can only use it for a while if you are full of economics.

It's not bad to use it, and more people have learned a lot of knowledge that is useless.

As for the medicine that is separated by a wall, it is so quiet that it is frightening. The classics students who take a break and go wild everywhere refuse to get close to the medicine, even if the moon gate is not blocking it.

Fan Zheng took He Gouxiong across the moon gate and walked into the quiet courtyard. He didn't know if it was because of the shade of the trees or what, but he felt much cooler in an instant.

The sound of falling leaves occasionally floats in my ears.

He Gouxiong, who always prided himself on being brave, began to tremble in his legs.

"It's not like I haven't seen a corpse before. What are you afraid of? Besides, this is a medical school, and it's not a place of ghosts."

Although Fan Zheng wasn't particularly prudent, he had been to Liaodong, and he had seen many bone-like scenes. Would he be afraid of this small scene?
With a "squeak", a door slowly opened, causing He Gouxiong to jump.

"How lazy is medicine, won't you drip tung oil on the door hinge?"

Fan Zheng pushed the door dissatisfied, He Gouxiong had no choice but to follow up bravely, but was startled by several pale-faced people with hollow eye sockets who wanted to scream.

But seeing Fan Zheng go up, take off a head and weigh it in his hands a few times, feeling a little disgusted.

The leather is used as the table, filled with white stacks and other materials, and some hard objects are found as the frame support, which is obviously very distorted.

I don't know what He Gouxiong experienced when he was young, this is a bit like a childhood shadow.

"Fake! Medicine is for students to practice their hands. Can't these thick stitches be sewn into flowers?"

Fan Zheng told a cold joke that no one understood.

When He Gouxiong heard that it was fake, his belly immediately became fatter, and he jumped to Fan Zheng's side, poked and touched it, and came to a conclusion, sheepskin.

"This female worker is not as good as me." He Gouxiong said with disgust.

He Gouxiong, who was born as an orphan, really knows a little needlework, although not very good.

Doctor of Medicine Jiang Baizhi appeared at the door: "Hey, Shangguan doesn't think this thing is bad luck!"

The voice is a little joking, but also a little relieved.

Shangguan is very happy to understand medical matters.

This is a world of contradictions. While people hope that doctors can save lives, they despise them for being in contact with the dead, which is unlucky.

Fan Zheng put the fake head on casually, and curled his lips: "I have even been on the battlefield, are you afraid of this? By the way, you can't spend a lot of money, so you can hire someone to sew it? This stitch, even if I know it well, it's nothing more than that. "

It's just pure gossip, Fan Zheng has never studied tailoring skills, and he doesn't know "Sunflower Treasure", so what's the point of sewing?

Jiang Baizhi's feminine face showed a trace of ridicule: "This thing, even if you let the official slave make it, he won't, and I'd rather you kill him."

This is not only what all kinds of superstitions can say, but also the scourge of witches and Gu during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and the thousands of years of police training, it is even more respectful and far away.

They are all self-made by medical students, so don't expect extravagant stitches.

Following Jiang Baizhi to the lecture hall, Fan Zheng met the only [-] remaining medical students in Yongzhou.

This is the medicine that was allowed to be set up by the prefectures in the early years of Zhenguan. There were only [-] in Yongzhou, and the counties did not set up medicine.

Hey, twenty medical students, one for each county, is just enough.

There are even fewer in other places. There are 15 medical students in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion and the Central Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, 12 in the Lower Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, fifteen in Shangzhou, twelve in Zhongzhou, and ten in Xiazhou.

There are no medical students in Dadufu and Duhufu.

In the spacious lecture hall, medical students practiced individually.

Or read "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", "Bielu of Famous Doctors", "Plain Questions", "Huangdi Acupuncture Classic";
Or stick needles on dolls;

or mutual massage;
Or walk Yu steps, cast palms and handprints as curses and prohibitions.

The "New Revised Materia Medica" co-authored by Li Shiji, Xu Jingzong, Xin Maojiang, Su Jing and others did not come out until more than ten years later.

The students of the imperial medical department still divide into medicine, acupuncture, massage, and cursing, but the medical students of the prefectural school learn everything, miscellaneous but not perfect.

This is also helpless.

It's the same at the bottom level, you have to be good at everything, but it's rare to specialize in it.

After all, the common people don't just look at the projects you know and get sick!

It's not easy to be a medical worker these days. The Imperial Medical Office conducts annual assessments of doctors from all over the world. It's not easy to pretend to be a fake.

The medical students saluted without enthusiasm, although they were not moving, they were probably pondering various skills.

No matter how important a superior is, it is not as important as his job in the future.

After all, almost all medical students are sons of common people, who don't understand officialdom.

Fan Zheng didn't have time to put on airs: "I came here to see how medicine can help me. Let me speak freely, and I will do my best."

A young medical student stood up and crossed his hands: "Shangguan, you don't have enough alcohol."

Fan Zheng nodded: "Send ten altars tomorrow, can you?"

Alcohol was nothing to Fan Zheng at all.

The medical student crossed his hands and sat down, another medical student stood up and crossed his hands: "Shangguan also met, this puppet is too rough, it is difficult to practice acupuncture points!"

Fan Zheng grinned: "How about I invite you to use the body of Qiu Jue?"

In general, teachers can still go online in advance.

Thinking about howling with tears in the dark night, medical students carrying a general teacher on their backs and running with the wind must be very pleasant.

The medical students shook their heads in unison.

It's not necessarily because of fear, but the key is that it's easy to do and hard to talk about.

Dare to be the first in the world, is a brave man;
However, in this world, there are more ordinary people! (end of this chapter)