Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Since Elder Li had recognized Yun Shengsheng as his apprentice and was a very important figure, Gan Yuwan and Yun Huaikang naturally dared not neglect him.

Seeing that it was getting dark, the two decided to invite him to have dinner with them.

Gan Yuwan makes braised pork intestines, braised pig's trotters, and pork offal soup.

The recipes for braised pork intestines, braised pig's trotters, and pork offal soup were all explained by my little girl, Yun Shengsheng, from beginning to end.

She followed the instructions on what ingredients to use, how to wash them, and how long to boil them, adding her own ideas as well.

The large intestine was scrubbed inside and out seven or eight times with wood ash and water until it was clean and odorless. Then it was cut into sections and boiled in a pot for a whole afternoon.

In another pot, pig's trotters were also being cooked.

She also cleaned the pig liver and intestines in the pork offal soup thoroughly. Since she didn't know what starch was, she used flour instead.

Before dinner was even served, that unique aroma had already wafted out of the courtyard, following the alleyway and reaching the noses of the neighbors.

Several neighbors were peeking in, wondering what they were stewing. It smelled so good!

Old Li was about to leave, but when he smelled that odor, he couldn't move his feet.

Without saying a word, he casually sat down at the small table in the courtyard and waited for his meal. He also took the opportunity to tell Yun Shengsheng some precautions for studying medicine.

During the meal, Yun Huaikang placed the fine wine that Zhen Linqing had sent last time on the table.

Despite his high status, Old Li was very easygoing. After a couple of drinks, he was chatting enthusiastically with Yun Huaikang, calling him "Brother Huaikang" repeatedly, as if he were no stranger to the family.

After a satisfying meal, Old Li let out a contented burp, declined Yun Huaikang's offer to see him off, and strolled slowly out of the alley with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune as he walked, looking extremely happy.

He strolled to the front of a large mansion. The gatekeeper saw him from afar, quickly opened the gate, and respectfully welcomed him inside.

If Yun Sheng were here, she would recognize it at a glance: this house is the one where Yan Shijin lives.

As Old Li walked through the corridors and courtyards to the back, he encountered Steward Chen, who also had a white beard.

Butler Chen greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Li, you've been out for so long today? Did something interesting happen?"

Old Li smiled and recounted the whole story of taking on a disciple that day, adding at the end, "Your young master stays cooped up in the courtyard all day, never leaving the house. No wonder he's not getting better. I'll bring my little apprentice over another day, let her play with him and talk to him. Maybe that will help him recover faster."

Butler Chen quickly cupped his hands in thanks: "Then thank you very much for your concern, Elder Li."

"Let's go see the young master," Old Li said as they walked, asking, "How was his meal today? Did he take his medicine on time?"

Butler Chen sighed and shook his head: "He managed to swallow most of the medicine, but he only ate a few bites of food."

"I thought that changing the cook would make the young master eat more, but it didn't make much of a difference."

The two entered Yan Shijin's courtyard as they talked. Two men in black stood guard at the entrance, one on each side, seemingly oblivious to their presence. Butler Chen opened the door, and Old Master Li followed them inside.

Yan Shijin lay quietly on the bed, her eyelashes lowered, as if she were asleep. But as they approached, her eyes suddenly opened, and she looked over calmly.

Old Li was startled.

This little kid is strange too. He's only six years old, but his eyes look like he's lived through two lifetimes.

However, thinking of the child's plight, he sighed silently. Despite being born into a noble family, the child had been harmed since childhood, resulting in such a weak constitution. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Old Li sat down by the bed, took Yan Shijin's pulse, adjusted the prescription, and then got up and left.

……

Another day passed, in the afternoon.

Yun Zide, along with several classmates, stood around the entrance of a quaint and elegant courtyard, craning their necks to look inside.

They have been guarding this place for several days in a row, not for any other reason than that the person living in this house is Su Qing, a great Confucian scholar of our time, whose courtesy name is Changru.

Mr. Changru usually stays in the capital, but recently he has come to Taijing County. As soon as the news spread, all the students in the county flocked to him.

The alley was completely blocked, a sea of ​​people.

But since they were all scholars, and considered themselves aloof, no one dared to make a loud noise; they all spoke in hushed tones.

Yun Zide blushed with excitement, clenching his fist and saying, "If I could receive even a word or two of guidance from Mr. Changru today, I would benefit immensely!"

A student next to him nodded, then couldn't help but tug and pat his robe repeatedly, saying, "I've heard that Master Changru is very particular about dressing properly, so we'd better behave ourselves..."

One sentence reminded everyone around, and they all started to straighten their clothes, helping each other to dust off their gray hats, busy and happy.

Suddenly, the courtyard gate creaked open, and a young page stepped out.

The crowd surged forward immediately.

"Is Mr. Changru in? We have come to pay our respects to him!"

The page boy bowed and smiled, "Please go back, everyone. Master Changru has gone out on business and we don't know when he will return today."

Everyone was stunned, their expectant expressions freezing.

Yun Zide gave an awkward laugh and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright, I'll just wait here a little longer."

The pageboy didn't try to persuade him any further, turned around, went back to the courtyard, and closed the door.

The number of people coming to see his husband every day is higher than a wall; he's long been used to it. But today, his husband did indeed go out, and he didn't say when he'd be back…

Yun Zide continued chatting with people when he suddenly spotted Fan Sibo's figure at the back of the crowd. Fan Sibo was clearly there to see Mr. Changru as well.

Seeing that the other person was about to leave, he quickly said to the person next to him.

"I'm just going over there, my cousin's husband is here, I'm going to say hello!"

Everyone looked over and saw that it was Fan Sibo. Some people couldn't help but mock him.

"You're the only one who's willing to talk to him. He used to be so arrogant, always getting first place in exams. But look at him now. It's been years, and he still hasn't passed the imperial examination."

Yun Zide sighed, "Brother Huang, don't say that. Brother Sibo, he does have some talent, he's just unlucky."

Another person curled his lip and said, "Brother Zide, don't speak up for him anymore. Don't forget, when you asked him for advice, he ignored you completely."

Yun Zide gave an awkward smile, but still went over and called out to Fan Sibo.

When Fan Sibo saw it was him, he nodded politely and addressed him as "cousin" according to seniority.

After exchanging a few casual pleasantries, Yun Zide suggested, "We're all going to Baoqing Restaurant later, would Sibo like to come along?"

Fan Sibo shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, cousin. I won't bother you any longer." He then turned and left.

He has promised his wife that he will go home early today...

Meanwhile, Yun Shengsheng was sitting on the steps in front of her shop, flipping through the book that Old Li had given her.

She is actually literate, although she can recognize most of the characters, even the traditional ones.

Moreover, she has a photographic memory; she has memorized most of the book, though she doesn't quite understand its meaning yet.

Suddenly a shadow fell over her head. She was startled, looked up, and saw two people standing in front of her.

One was Master Li, whom she had just recognized a day ago; the other was a middle-aged man around forty years old, dressed in a wide robe with flowing sleeves, exuding a refined and approachable air.

Old Master Li smiled and said to the person beside him, "Changru, do you see him? This is my newly accepted young disciple. How is he? Isn't he studying very diligently...?"