imperial psychologist

Chapter 672 "New Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Psychological Lectures"

In Jiangzhou City in the afternoon, people came and went.

As the old man said before, Jiangzhou should be one of the cleanest state capitals they have encountered these days.

Sure enough, there is no open channel on the main road in the city, and the stone bricks on the ground are neatly arranged and smooth, as if they have just been washed with water.

Different from other state capitals, there are not markets on both sides of the road, but tall brick walls—these are square walls, and inside the walls are the places where people live and trade.

There are thirteen east-west avenues and twelve north-south avenues in Jiangzhou city, with a total of [-] squares.

The streets between the squares are extremely wide, almost unreasonably wide-Burling roughly estimated that this is enough for ten chariots to drive abreast.

The high and thick walls of the square seem to be very suitable for mounting bows and crossbows...

This seems to be a city specially designed for street fighting.

Several people received corresponding pass orders when they entered the city. After entering the city, they can only use this pass to enter and exit the corresponding neighborhood. After evening, there is a curfew in the city, and the people are not allowed to leave the street. Since Jianxi 45 years ago, this has been the case every year since autumn.

The three of them walked through half of Jiangzhou City with half questioning and half searching, and came to "Puningfang" in the north of the city.

Most of the people living here are individual tourists from other places, and because of this, the daily garrison in Puning Square is twice as much as that in other neighborhoods - the prices of things bought here are also much more expensive than other places.

The three of them found a fairly quiet inn in Puningfang to stay. After having lunch and bathing, it was already evening.

A few people bought some daily necessities and new clothes to keep out the cold nearby. Standing outside the clothes shop and looking at the end of the street, the gate in the distance was closed. They went back to the inn to put their things and went out again.

After the doors of the workshop were closed, the Puning workshop became bustling instead. Because there was money to be made here, many small merchants and hawkers in Jiangzhou City sneaked in here with their own abilities, packed up the local specialties, and put some A powerful gimmick, sold to these individual customers at a high price.

Facing the hawkers' cries, several people were unmoved—in fact, they just felt that their teeth hurt from the inn's rice at noon, so they ran out to look for food at night.

After drinking and eating, the three of them set off on their way home. On the way, they passed a bookstore. Li Yiru ran in in a mysterious manner, and Bo Ling and Mu Cheng had to follow behind with their things.

The owner of the bookstore was dozing off on a chair by the street, but Li Yiru didn't call him, instead, he lit the dim light and quickly slid his fingers across the bookshelves one after another.

"What are you looking for?" Mu Cheng asked.

Li Yiru laughed twice, "I'm looking for books by my great-grandfather in the bookstore here in Jiangzhou."

"What's the name of the book?" Bo Ling looked at him curiously, "I'll help you find it too."

"Records of Mountains and Rivers."

"Shan..." Bai Ling was stunned for a moment. She felt that the name "Li Yuan" was familiar before, and she seemed to have heard it somewhere. Is it the travelogue that Mrs. Zhen never put down?

"Your great grandfather wrote "Mountain Records"?"

"Yeah," Li Yiru heard the surprise in Bo Ling's words, and turned around in surprise, "Have you heard of Song Qing?"

"I have read it," Burling said with a smile, "but I didn't finish it. I only read the preface."

"Among the several books in the "Records" series, that one has the best preface!" Li Yiru proudly said, "My great-grandfather's most inspiring work is "Taiping Sanji". He calls himself Taiping Layman , that collection contains a dozen or so essays of his own choosing, but it’s a pity that I haven’t seen this book on any bookshelf since I left Sichuan.”

Bai Ling smiled, and leaned down to search for each book. She suddenly felt that the fate in the world was really wonderful—a few years ago, she flipped through an old book casually, and a few years later, she became a walking partner with the author's descendants.

The three of them searched fiercely, and searched the wooden shelves inside and outside the bookstore three times, but they did not find any works signed by Li Yuan. Li Yiru was feeling regretful, but Mu Cheng suddenly found a wooden shelf near the inside with a book on it. A square basket made of bamboo seemed to contain something.

So Mucheng, the tallest, found something to step on, and then reached out to reach it——this movement finally woke up the dozing bookstore owner outside.

The boss rubbed his eyes, and when he turned around, he found that three people were trying to plan for his own treasure. He shouted angrily, picked up the broom beside him, and rushed towards the three people.

The three of them turned their heads when they heard the sound, but before they could say "Wait—" they heard a bang, and Mu Cheng hugged the square basket and jumped off the stool.

Although I didn't fall down, I took a few brooms firmly.

At first, Mu Cheng raised his hand to block it, but then he just stood there and didn't move—anyway, the boss is so flamboyant, it doesn't hurt when he hits it.

When the two sides finally cleared up the misunderstanding, the boss took back his treasure from Mu Cheng panting, and said angrily, "Oh, so you are looking for Mr. Li Yuan's book, which was sold out at the beginning of the month. The printing will have to wait until next month... This book is in short supply, if you want to pay [-]% of the subscription fee, no matter if you buy it or not, the subscription fee will not be refunded!"

"No, no," Li Yiru smiled awkwardly, and waved his hand, "We'll be leaving in two days, and we won't wait until next month... So much trouble today, we're leaving."

The owner of the bookstore didn't look at the three of them, but walked to his counter with the bamboo basket in his arms, and then carefully opened the basket to examine the books under the lamp.

Before leaving, Bo Ling glanced casually, and saw a few large characters written on the surface of the bamboo basket - "New Treatise on Febrile Diseases".

The movements of Bai Ling's whole body suddenly stopped.

The owner of the bookstore wiped the surface of the basket with his sleeve very preciously, and then rewrapped the book with a dark blue cotton cloth.

"Boss, whose book is this?" Bo Ling asked.

The boss glanced at him, "I don't like to talk to ignorant outsiders like you... This is "New Treatise on Febrile Diseases" by old doctor Bai."

Bo Ling looked at the book, and stumbled to the cabinet, "I... can I... have a look?"

"No!" The boss covered the book like a guard, "This is not an ordinary new treatise on typhoid fever, it was on the front page three years ago! There are only a hundred volumes in total, didn't you see that I usually put it on the shelf! "

Seeing Bai Ling's sudden change of expression, Li Yiru thought for a while, and stepped forward to explain, "To tell you the truth, my friend was rescued by the imperial physician Meng Bo and he is alive today. I wanted to come to Jiangzhou to visit the two imperial physicians." I didn't expect to hear the news that they died three years ago, so..."

The boss frowned, and seeing Bo Ling's inexplicably excited and sentimental face at this time, he believed it a little bit.

"Don't touch it," the boss's voice became calmer, "I'll show you."

Bai Ling nodded again and again.

The boss unwrapped the cotton cloth that wrapped the books, and there was a hard bookcase inside. One can imagine how much he cherishes this set of books.

Opening the cover of the book, the words "New Treatise on Febrile Diseases" in regular script on the cover came into view, and Bo Ling suddenly held his breath—there were three names written under the title of the book.

"...Why is Bo Ling's name on it?" She asked softly, "She...she didn't..."

"This set of books consists of thirteen volumes," the boss replied, "The first twelve volumes were co-authored by old doctor Bai and his son Bai Yi, and the last volume is "Psychological Lecture Notes", which was written by Bai Ling, a former imperial psychologist during the Jianxi period. It's a pity that the "Lecture Notes" is incomplete and is a fragmented volume."

(End of this chapter)