At the beginning, he took his seven younger siblings to join Yi Zhonghai.

Time flies.

Half a year has passed.

On the streets of Fuxue Hutong in Beijing.

Yi Zhongding was carrying two schoolbags in one hand.

One is his, and the other is that kid from China.

Thanks to their status as relatives of martyrs, he and Yi Zhonghua were able to smoothly enter school after the New Year.

Just like my older brother said.

He was in the second semester of his third year of junior high school at No. 5 Middle School and had just finished the high school entrance examination.

My younger brother is in the second grade at Fuxue Hutong Primary School.

They can go to and from school together every day.

I've been studying for a semester.

His tuition fees weren't wasted.

The book is well read.

After all, Yi Zhongding tutors him every day.

Good grades mean lots of toys.

At this age, he's practically invincible.

Naturally, I made quite a few friends.

Every day after school, I would play wildly with my friends all the way home.

So he gave his schoolbag to his older brother.

Yi Zhongding walked behind.

Watching my younger brother holding a wooden airplane model and having a fun competition with his friends.

He always had a doting smile on his face.

The wooden airplane was also made by him.

Similar to the twin-wing aircraft from World War II, it also has a propeller at the nose.

It spins like a fan when pushed by hand or when it flies.

If you hold it in your hand and throw it forward, it can fly more than ten meters.

Unfortunately, it lacks components such as motors.

This thing can't fly on its own.

Similar wooden airplanes, tanks, warships, guns, cannons...

Yi Zhongding spent his weekends making a lot of things for his younger siblings.

Zhonghua likes to take him to school to play and show off.

Over time.

He made many friends through toys.

Anyway, when it comes to making friends.

Yi Zhongding admitted that he was inferior to him.

Back in the compound.

Yi Zhonghua and his friends charged in like little tigers.

"Hey, you kids, can't you be careful?"

Yan Bugui was carrying his fishing gear and was about to leave through the gate when he was almost bumped into.

"Teacher Yan, I'm so sorry, you didn't bump into anything, did you?"

Yi Zhongding also walked to the gate, saw this scene, and said apologetically.

"Zhongding, not to criticize you, Teacher Yan, but you really need to keep a close eye on these kids at Zhonghua. It's just that I dodged quickly; if it had been an elderly person or a child, they would have run into them."

Yan Bugui saw him enter and said with a long face.

"Yes, I'll give him a good talking to when we get home. He really shouldn't have done that."

Yi Zhongding nodded obediently.

After all, his younger brother had indeed acted recklessly.

"Ever since your younger brother started school, this courtyard has become more and more lively, and the atmosphere here has become much more vibrant."

"But this is the age when he should be studying; we can't let him just play all day."

Seeing his good attitude, Yan Bugui's displeasure dissipated considerably, but he still made sarcastic remarks for a while.

His son grew up in the capital.

They moved to Nanluoguxiang quite some time ago.

He himself is also a teacher at Fuxue Hutong Primary School.

Let's not even talk about the three who are still practically baby nurses.

But his eldest son, Yan Jiefang, didn't seem to have made many friends or have such good interpersonal relationships.

Ke Yi Zhonghua has only been in school for half a semester.

He and his friends cause a ruckus in the yard every day.

"Hey, it's the perfect time for him to play. He's just a kid. I'll make sure he's careful in the future."

"Are you going fishing? Then I won't bother you any longer."

Yi Zhongding was too lazy to listen to his rambling, and after finishing his sentence with a smile, he was about to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, did you finish your middle school entrance exam today? Are you going to a vocational school or high school? I heard that graduates from vocational schools become government officials."

Yan Bugui grabbed his arm and asked with a curious look.

"I will continue to high school and then go to university."

Yi Zhongding said honestly.

This was the result of his careful consideration.

After all, his Shennong Cauldron needs both pathogenic and medicinal energy to advance.

Among them, the energy of pathogenic qi is the greatest.

Therefore, he was destined to become a doctor, specifically a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.

So here's the question.

First of all, the profession of traditional Chinese medicine naturally gives people the impression that "one cannot become a doctor without getting old."

If he had graduated from a vocational high school...

Let's not even talk about where we'll be assigned to work.

Even after they get a job, it's difficult for them to gain trust.

Who would believe that a vocational school graduate under 20 years old possesses such superb TCM skills?

This is related to his plans to practice medicine.

The most important issue is that he still needs to continue studying medicine.

Although the Shennong Classic includes Shennong's lifelong experience in traditional Chinese medicine as well as his discussion of the most essential meridians and acupoints of the human body.

But ultimately, it is an inanimate object.

Moreover, it's something from ancient times.

He can't just take it and use it.

We also need to flesh out the essence of this era.

Therefore, getting into a university and studying under a group of renowned teachers is the best choice.

However, there are currently no traditional Chinese medicine colleges in China.

The earliest university established was Beijing University of Chinese Medicine in 1956.

High school is still a three-year program.

So it was just right for him to finish high school and take the entrance exam for this university of traditional Chinese medicine.

As far as he knows.

The earliest teachers and the first two classes of students at the Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine either had a teacher-student relationship or came from a family with a long tradition of learning.

These people have access to the best academic resources.

He had seen a piece of news by chance in his previous life.

During that decade, tens of thousands of Chinese medicine classics were confiscated from a professor at the university.

What a vast amount of knowledge this is!

all in all.

Getting into this school is far more beneficial than harmful.

Moreover, medicine is a relatively closed field.

Don't enter this network.

There are many things I can't access.

So he decided to integrate himself into it.

"Going to high school? Oh my, that's going to cost a lot. I heard that the state covers all the food, clothing, housing, and transportation for vocational school students, and they're even guaranteed a job after graduation."

"These high school students have to pay for everything themselves."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui said with some regret.

"It's alright, my older brother and sister-in-law are happy to help, and I can earn some money by doing some carpentry work myself."

Yi Zhongding said with a smile.

"You can't say that. Think about it, a vocational school graduate can start working in four years at most. If you go to university, including the three years of high school, that's a difference of seven or eight years."

"That means we'll lose a lot of money."

Yan Bugui shook his head, his face full of disapproval.

"Hmm, you're right. Yan Jiefang and the others can go to vocational school in the future. I'm going home now, Teacher Yan."

Yi Zhongding smiled and didn't bother to refute.

Yan Bugui was just that kind of person: he cherished his life when doing great things, but was willing to risk his life for small gains.

There's not much to say about people like that.

This is Cao Cao's assessment of Yuan Shao.

But Yan Bugui is at Yuan Shao's level.

Yan Bugui looked at his retreating figure, still puzzled, with a hint of sneer at his stubbornness.

I was thinking to myself that it would be funny if I didn't get into university.

Yi Zhongding had no idea what he was thinking.

He walked toward the central courtyard on his own.

"Sister-in-law Jia, are you going out?"

When Yi Zhongding reached the Moon Archway, he ran into Jia Zhangshi and greeted her.

(Regarding the issue of seniority, the previous part was indeed quite messed up, and we are starting to correct it here. The previous part can only be corrected after the verification period has passed.)

(Sorry, guys, I made you uncomfortable.)

(I would also like to thank all the elder brothers for their criticism and corrections. From now on, I will use the normal generational names and no longer use age as the basis for the calculation.)

"Ah, Zhongding, you're back."

Jia Zhangshi weakly lifted her eyelids, clutched her stomach, and ran away like the wind.

Yi Zhongding hadn't come to his senses yet.

Then I saw Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu also clutching their stomachs and rushing out like the wind.