Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

It's powerful to know the ins and outs of every trade.

But what is impressive in the eyes of the students is that they get the top grade in their majors and can get full marks in practical science and geometry.

Throw the students into the streets of the outer city without paying them a penny. After three days, they will become as knowledgeable about human affairs as Huang Shilang, but Huang Shilang will never become a powerful person in their eyes.

"The Queen threw you to me. I don't know if it was to protect me or to let me take care of the child."

Yuan Congqian shook his head and looked at Qiu Fengshu.

"Mrs. Qiu, just ignore what others tell you. Knowing the hidden rules of officialdom is not an academic achievement; being good at guessing the intentions of superiors means that you are nothing more than a dog catching a Frisbee in the end."

“A dog with a Frisbee?”

She understood the first part but not the second part.

"How many people in this world want to be as open-minded and carefree as you, and want your martial arts, but they can't get it even if they pursue it for their whole lives. If you only need to understand the ways of the world, you will become a hero in the martial arts world that countless novels cannot describe."

Yuan Congqian handed Qiu Fengshu a bowl of wine with a sincere tone.

If he had traveled through time and space with his current mastery of Originium and swordsmanship, he would have gone to Shangshu with the headmaster Tudi to travel the world. Why would he need to look after the real dragon and the Ministry of Revenue in the capital?

Now he has many people's investment and all in. Not only can he not run away, but he must win all the way.

"My dear, I don't know how many people you have deceived with your words. I can hardly tell."

Qiu Fengshu took the wine from Yuan Congqian and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes slightly dizzy: "Anyway, my husband understands...it would be great if I could be your guard for the rest of my life, then I don't have to think about it anymore."

Chapter 75 Let’s Start by Learning Poetry

After all, Yuan Congqian is not Qiu Fengshu himself.

It is impossible to help her become a human spirit directly.

However, he has other ways to deal with mental exhaustion. In this case, diverting attention is a cliché but very useful method.

He walked ahead and pushed open a door.

"You are thinking too much and learning too little right now."

"I know all the ninth-rank officials, what kind of affairs they are responsible for, who created the name, and which official changed it. The Grand Chamberlain and the Queen both said that I am diligent in learning, but in your mouth, how come I am just thinking without learning?"

Qiu Fengshu was very dissatisfied with this and regarded what she had learned as pride.

Just as she was unwilling to let your sister help Yuan Congqian write memorials.

In the thousand years of the Great Yan Dynasty, there were so many generations of emperors and dukes, and how many characters with reduced strokes needed to be avoided? If your sister made a mistake, the memorial would be illegal, and it might even be considered as "the fragment of the year deliberately wrote the name of a certain previous emperor".

Yuan Congqian took Qiu Fengshu to another place in the Western pharmacy to drink.

The main hall was already filled with colorful poems and lyrics, so if he wanted to express himself, he had to choose other places.

"How much can the officialdom and calligraphy you learned help you solve the troubles in your heart?"

Yuan Congqian asked back, which made Qiu Fengshu silent.

"The art of language is the euphemism of subtext. This is true in every country, and it is also true outside the officialdom of Dayan. After being precipitated by time, it naturally becomes jargon and the so-called unspoken rules."

He asked Qiu Fengshu to help grind the ink, and said with a smile: "It just so happens that there is a kind of language art around us that allows you to directly express the author's meaning, which is so profound. Let's start with poetry. Poetry has been written by our predecessors, so let's talk about lyrics."

"it is good."

Qiu Fengshu hummed softly and moved quickly.

In less than a moment, the room was filled with the scent of ink.

Yuan Congqian used a large brush made of animal hair and dipped it in ink, and wrote on the white wall:

[The water in the duck pond is warm. The wind is strong and the willow flowers are blowing in my face. The powder on my face leaves marks on my eyes. My eyebrows are long and green.

Asked to know that needlework was stopped on the festival day. Looking for new swallows. Baochai had a stiff neck and a distant spring dream. The shadows of the curtains filled the courtyard. 】

With his fast pen strokes, Yuan Congqian's calligraphy has become somewhat similar to Qiu Fengshu's.

Qiu Fengshu immediately recognized the tune after reading the rhythm of the syllables and the divisions he subconsciously left out: "The tune is called Autumn Bloom Fragrance, with a double tune of 48 characters. It is a very old tune."

However, she had a question in her mind that she didn't express, which was that she had never read the lyrics of this poem.

Moreover, the wording of this poem is not gorgeous. It seems to be all the gorgeous words and phrases in the poem, but if you look closely, it is a meaningful description of the woman's appearance, and it ends with the courtyard scene, which is neat enough.

In the Yan Dynasty, when the ci and qu traditions were not lost, ci was not just a poem with a special rhythm, it could be directly sung to music. High-level lyricists, such as Liu Yong, would let the brothels and theaters let them enter for free, just to get new ci as soon as possible.

Yuan Congqian put down his brush and introduced:

"There is a very special type of poetry that describes the sorrow and resentment of young women and girls in their boudoirs. Some female poets wrote it themselves, but it is not as good as that written by male poets. This type of poetry is called boudoir resentment poetry."

"There are poems about women's complaints, and naturally there are also lyrics about women's complaints. This lyric about women's complaints is about a woman in the boudoir. The first two lines describe the spring scenery, and the rest of the lines go into human affairs. I wonder what you can see from it?"

Qiu Fengshu was naturally aware of poems about women's grievances.

Hearing Yuan Congqian's question, she carefully read the lyrics of this song that she had never heard of before.

"Baochai has a stiff neck, which should be a reference to Qin Jia's "Three Poems for the Wives in Liujun", which means that the girl is sick."

"Exactly."

Yuan Congqian snapped his fingers and continued to ask in a guiding way: "Then why did you say that the girl was sick? How did the author of the lyrics know that the girl was sick? Why did he write it like this?"

Qiu Fengshu was confused: "Isn't the lyrics about her putting on makeup?"

Looking into her eyes, Yuan Congqian sighed helplessly.

"Baochai has a stiff neck and a dream of spring, which means she has no intention to put on makeup. Why does she have no intention to put on makeup and no mood to sleep? One reason is to describe the laziness of the girl, which adds color to the poem. Another reason is that she has been away from her old friend for a long time, and her heart is filled with longing and sadness. Her illness is indeed true."

"But the description of the girl didn't mention the person she missed. Where did the idea of ​​missing someone come from?"

"How not?"

Yuan Congqian pointed to the sentence "Ask about the day when you stop sewing."

"After asking and knowing that today was the community day, she even stopped sewing and went to see if the spring swallows had returned. If she hadn't hoped that someone would say they would return on this day, why would she have paid attention to the new swallows?"

"Then why are you so sad? Maybe it's time for Dahuang City to welcome Shennong?"

The only part of Qiu Fengshu's body that remained tough was his mouth.

Because she found that she really couldn't even understand the lyrics that were usually regarded as a toy for young people.

"Baochai had a stiff neck and was dreaming about spring. It was spring, and what was she dreaming about? She was dreaming about the person she missed far away. But the poem has not yet expressed sadness. It is only at the end, when the shadows of the curtains fill the courtyard, that it expresses sadness."

"It's clearly a description of the scenery, but it ends with a description of the sadness of the people?"

"The writing art of the Yan people is implicit. Just like the real dragon writes about righteousness for the country, and writes about my father warning me. The poet writes about the uneven shadows of the curtains filling the courtyard, the curtain of wind and catkins in the heartbreaking courtyard, the river of tobacco filling the city, the wind and catkins, and the plum blossoms when it rains, it is the same."

Yuan Congqian turned around and looked at this poem which did not have much profound meaning.

"If this scene is made into a movie, how should it be made? The picture in many people's minds must be the picture that gradually moves away from the sleeping face of the girl, to this courtyard, and then to the shadows of the curtains. Who is missing in such a large courtyard? Who is missing whom? This intense emotion of missing someone but not being able to do so, which is difficult to even dream of, is all in these six words!"

It does not have the boldness of Li Bai's poems that are popular among time travelers, but is only subtle and lingering. After all, Yuan Congqian did not come to drink and compose poems with Qiu Fengshu, so it was just right to use this typical implicit poem.

It can be said that without writing a single word, the elegance is fully expressed.

Yuan Congqian's little explanation gave Qiu Fengshu a little shock in poetry.

But he had no intention of stopping.

"After talking about the superficial meaning of this poem, let's move on to the deeper meaning."

“So it’s just the surface meaning?”

Yuan Congqian smiled and said: "The poet does not write about others missing her, but writes about her missing others. It is through her that he expresses his own longing. What kind of description of longing is the most moving? That is not writing about longing.

When will we cut the candle in the west window and talk about the night rain in Bashan Mountain? If I write about the future instead of longing, isn't that longing? Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for the Wushan Mountain, all other clouds are but clouds. If I write about the past instead of longing, isn't that longing? This is the reservedness of the Yan people. Whatever I want to write, the highest realm is that I don't write a single word about it!

The shadows of the curtains fill the courtyard, and the girl in the courtyard dreams of her old friend. So, isn't that old friend also missing her? "

"Ah, ah?"

Qiu Fengshu's mind was in a mess.

"Go buy a copy of the Ci poems and read them. If you don't understand something, come and ask me. If you can't even understand the thoughts of the poets who lived hundreds of years ago, how can you understand what people are saying today?"

Chapter 76: Doctor Kai, a Miraculous Bringer

Western pharmacy, office.

The students of the Department of Practical Science walked hurriedly in the corridor. Not only did they not feel that their official duties were heavy, as Yuan Youcheng said, they used the students as hard laborers. Instead, they thought that this was a paradise for the Department of Practical Science.

The theories and conjectures they learn from Victorian textbooks are verified the next day, and then they continue to verify theories and come up with conjectures to be verified tomorrow.

Although this is also related to the fact that they have no decision-making power in the Western Pharmacy, the feeling of being involved in an important people's livelihood project makes the students feel that the purpose of entering the Daoyong Department is for this.

People from the outer city, dressed in different clothes, formed a long line and gathered in front of the Western pharmacy. They entered the office one by one to seek medical treatment under the guidance of the students of the Imperial College.

If a western pharmacy sells the medicine directly without consulting the patient, it is not helping the people who have suffered from mediocre doctors for a long time, but killing people.

Yuan Congqian had experienced the post-antibiotic era after the abuse of antibiotics, so he clearly limited the dosage of antibiotics from the beginning. It must be avoided that a 985 PhD student prescribes a 14-day course of antibiotics to a patient on his first day of consultation.

Moreover, antibiotics are not effective for all diseases. Now some people in the outer city have deliberately touted penicillin as a miracle drug that can cure all diseases, so it must be strictly controlled.

Fortunately, one of Terra's top doctors is here.

"Dr. Kai! How should I prescribe this penicillin?"

With a green-white hair tip, he was prescribing medicine in the lobby of the office with a calm face, and constantly guiding the trainee officials wearing the robes of the Imperial Medical Bureau who came to ask questions and help.

Kelsey just raised her eyelids and glanced at the patient, then said directly, "Upper respiratory tract infection, acute bacterial otitis media. Prescribe penicillin. Please refer to the textbook for the specific pharmacokinetic parameters."

"Textbook?"

"I wrote the textbook. If you haven't memorized the pharmacokinetics textbook yet, don't come here."

The patient who was covering his ears was unhappy:

"Penny, I think it's not as good as the musk and alum that the doctor said! You just took a look, how can you know what medicine I need to take? What's on that instrument?"

Zuo Xuanliao and Hu Sanlang, who were standing by, quickly took him and his family aside and began to explain the situation in turns.

"Uncle, listen to me! As the saying goes, Buddha saw 84,000 bugs in a bowl of water. Bacteria are the bugs that Buddha saw. I think your bacterial infection is caused by some wound inside your ear..."

"What a blessing! Doctor Kai has been in the pharmacy for two days, and all the patients she has received have praised her. We have collected so many silk banners, thank-you letters, and deeds to the outer city that we can hardly put them away..."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuan Congqian almost couldn't hold back.

Not only does Kal'tsit have to talk with Chen Zhijun and Lin Guangmei every day about her beautiful vision for the Western Pharmacy and express her insights as Terra's top medical expert, she is also responsible for guiding the dosage of Western medicine, guiding new patients, and even seeing patients here?

This is Dr. Kal'tsit, whom even Mr. Blood admires. Where is my arrogant old cat?

With Kal'tsit sitting in the pharmacy, Yuan Congqian felt unprecedented peace of mind.

Who says old cats are useless?

Yuan Congqian felt that the old cat was too accurate!

Moreover, there are also advantages to having many students from the Imperial College. Yuan Congqian taught them two ways to get along with patients in a friendly manner. One is to write well, and the other is to speak the same dialect as the patient.

Now, the fellow villagers in Henan have happily talked with Zuo Xuanliao about the Ministry of Household Affairs’ policies.

"The only problem is that there are too many people. Dr. Kal'tsit alone can't handle it all."

Yuan Congqian glanced at the endless crowd.

He thought about it and decided to take it from the Ursus, so he picked up his pen and started writing. The content was nothing more than inviting doctors from Chernobyl to come to the Western Pharmacy for exchange and study, and proposing that students from Chernobyl Middle School come to Beijing for internship.

By the way, he threw a bait to Longmen Black Snake and asked him to arrange for a doctor to infiltrate the Western pharmacy.

"Now, she has become famous in the outer city. People in Yan country call her Doctor Kai."

Mr. Wright spoke in the awkward Yan country official language, smiling: "I didn't expect that Dr. Kal'tsit, who had a unhappy face on the way here, would be so enthusiastic. It's really unexpected."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wright."

Yuan Congqian looked at the governor-general whom he had tricked into coming here, and there was some apology in his words.

"The laboratory equipment is still on the way. I'm afraid that you and your wife will not be able to start the experiment that you have already started in Columbia in this month. But I assure you that there will be no shortage of funds."

"Science does not distinguish between countries, but the level of science varies. When I agreed to come to Yan Country, my wife and I already had psychological expectations. It is our honor to help a country modernize its medicine."

Mr. Wright smiled and said nothing more.

After Yuan Congqian had painted that pie for him, perhaps he had already made up his mind to keep moving forward towards that pie. He was almost helping Yan Country build the foundation of an aircraft laboratory from scratch, but didn't that also mean that he could completely decide the direction of development?

It might be faster to paint his piece of blue sky on a clean canvas than in Columbia.

“Also, I really like the atmosphere of working with young people.”

Mr. Wright looked at the students from the Western Medicine Department of the pharmacy.