Famous Doctor Woman
Chapter 778
Chapter 778
The scorching heat in Kyoto in July was unbearable, and when it was hot, Mo Yan would habitually nest in the side hall, teasing Bei Bei and Yu Yu.
In a few days, I will accompany Wanqi Yuling on a tour in a micro-clothes, and it will be inconvenient to bring two little buns who are still breastfeeding.
Even though he was there, Mo Yan could feel at ease, but the trip this time was not short, and it was going to be windy and rainy, and if he caught a cold, it would be difficult for Xiaowa to prescribe medicine, and it would not be easy to heal.
For this reason, Mo Yan thought deeply, and sent someone to find a few cows, filter and sterilize the milk produced, remove the water powder from it and turn it into milk powder, and she is training her two young ones to drink milk powder.
The taste of milk is different from that of human milk. Bei Beiyu was disgusted at first, would cry non-stop, refused to drink, and would rather be hungry.
Although the little baby is only a few months old, she has a lot of self-control. Mo Yan has no choice but to squeeze her own excess milk into milk powder and mix it with cow's milk. .
This job is tedious and complicated, Mo Yan is not used to other people touching his body, and he relies on the help of the emperor, but his welfare has been completely deprived.
Thinking of last night, his deep and meaningful long and narrow eyes in the darkness, Mo Yan couldn't stop blushing and heartbeating.
If it is better to travel without buns, Weifu becomes more worth looking forward to. The husband and wife have not had a two-person world alone for a long time.
"Look, this is presented by Mrs. Ye Xiang."
Toner held an envelope on both ends, and Mo Yan took it, and opened it to see that it contained the specific arrangements for the poetry meeting on the seventh day of July.
Mrs. Ye Xiang and the wives of the official family in Kyoto Zhang Luo, set in the West Garden of Ye Mansion, followed by several alternative topics for the poetry meeting.
How boring!The old style, using pine and bamboo, flowers, weather, etc. to write poems, those ladies who are going must have already prepared.
She once participated in the poetry meeting, a group of young ladies who are sad and full of love, just idle!
Mo Yan felt a little regretful, she shouldn't have agreed to host such a boring poetry meeting, in order to reflect her virtuous reputation, she had to put on a show.
"Do you still remember Wang Mudan? The servant sent her to the doctor's class. I heard from the master that she has a very high level of comprehension."
The survivor of Xia Mingxuan's prostitute house, Wang Mudan was very tenacious, and she never flinched from the rumors. She was divorced by her fiancé, and she didn't say anything. She never thought about herself from the beginning to the end.
Among the girls who are kind but not weak, caring and considerate, and will definitely be outstanding in the future, Mo Yan nodded with a smile.
The other survivor was not so lucky. Yanxia was working as a helper in the Yamen of Jingzhao Yin, sometimes normal, sometimes crazy.
Yanxia's normal performance is in dealing with people, but she is very persistent in her treatment of Zhang Ju, as if she regards him as her own property.
"There are either young children in the charity hall, or old people who are getting old. It is not appropriate to send her there."
Mo Yan has considered that it is unrealistic to establish a mental hospital in Dayue, and now the national treasury is tight. Before the flood in the southwest, the food and grass were allocated from Dawu, but the medicinal materials were actually produced in Dayue.
"But can she stay with Master Zhang?"
Mo Zi silently lit a candle for Zhang Ju in her heart. She had a good impression of Zhang Ju, she was respectful and humble, and couldn't help but say something for him.
"if not?"
Yanxia was only stimulated, but not to the point of completely losing her mind. She can help the yamen servants with work on weekdays, and it should be considered as her wages for food and drink.
Everyone is very friendly, not treating her badly is already the best result, and it will not be too late for Mo Yan to think of a solution if there are similar people in the future.
Babies and babies are enlightened in advance, from Chenshi to Sishi every day, learning to recognize characters for an hour, the eldest brother Mo Qingfeng sighed, the little buns are very smart, and they can accurately recognize what they learned the day before the next day.
The baby is still young, but she has a clear mind, and has been very serious for an hour, without looking around, whispering, it is really rare to have patience at such a young age.
At the beginning of learning calligraphy, the baby and the baby can't sit still. Although they are smart, they learn quickly and forget quickly, so don't memorize them.
Mo Yan used Beibei and Yuyu to make a fuss, asked them to study hard, and then taught them to his younger siblings. The two younger ones solemnly agreed, and they really cared more than ever.
"Your Majesty, the ice bowl made by the servant girl."
Mo Zi presented a tray with a crystal glass bowl, which contained finely crushed ice balls, a few boiled red hawthorns on top, and sweet and sour hawthorn juice.
Mo Yan Kuxia dug out a piece of crushed ice with juice with a small silver spoon, squinted his eyes comfortably, and did not forget to ask, "Have you sent the emperor and the two princes?"
"I knew you would miss it. Sister Mo Bing sent it over in person."
Mo Zi grinned, since Mo Bing went to the south with Mo Qingyun, his whole person has changed, although he still has a cold face, occasionally distracted, showing the shyness that only a little daughter can have.
The day of the micro-service tour is set on the tenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and major domestic affairs are handed over to Ye Xiang and Mo Xiang to handle together.
According to the set plan and route, Wanqi Yuling brought Mo Yan and his party back to Beijing before August [-]th.
Lizhou is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and it is an extremely large basin. The traffic is relatively blocked. Even though it is not far from the capital, there is very little news from Lizhou here.
In the sunny afternoon, Mo Yan was sitting in the gazebo in the imperial garden, drinking tea, and reading the thick materials sent by Zhang Ju.
The magistrate of Lizhou, surnamed Zeng, has just taken office for three years, and his performance in the yamen in previous years has been excellent.
Mo Yan wanted to check to find out in which year Zhifu Zeng was admitted as a Jinshi. The strange thing is that there is no record of Zhifu Zeng in the official records.
"Mo Bing, is there any precedent for such an official in Dai Viet?"
The sun was westward, and it was full of golden light. Mo Yan rubbed her eyes, changed her position, and stretched lazily.
In order to make this month compact and not waste time, on a whim, she asked Zhang Ju for help, and transferred the archived materials of the prefect of Lizhou and surrounding prefectures from the Ministry of Officials.
The result was beyond her expectation, the dignified fourth-rank magistrate, the file turned out to be a blank sheet of paper, could it be said that the officials of the official department were negligent?
"Your Majesty, slaves don't even know about it, but to be a magistrate, at least one must be a Jinshi."
Not only that, but he had to climb up from the ninth-rank and seventh-rank Zhima officials, and was directly appointed as the magistrate, reaching the sky in one step. Even the relatives of Ye Xiang's family could not have this kind of treatment.
"Oh."
Mo Yan raised her voice and nodded thoughtfully. It seems that the prefect of Lizhou has a problem with his identity. It may be the product of Wanqi Yufeng, a bastard who bought and sold officials.
Is it too childish for a person who has not passed the Jinshi examination to be the parent official of a party?
She has never had a good impression of pedantic scholars, but only reading can make sense.
Assuming that a peasant family is allowed to be the magistrate, he may consider the poor people, but his vision is limited.
(End of this chapter)
The scorching heat in Kyoto in July was unbearable, and when it was hot, Mo Yan would habitually nest in the side hall, teasing Bei Bei and Yu Yu.
In a few days, I will accompany Wanqi Yuling on a tour in a micro-clothes, and it will be inconvenient to bring two little buns who are still breastfeeding.
Even though he was there, Mo Yan could feel at ease, but the trip this time was not short, and it was going to be windy and rainy, and if he caught a cold, it would be difficult for Xiaowa to prescribe medicine, and it would not be easy to heal.
For this reason, Mo Yan thought deeply, and sent someone to find a few cows, filter and sterilize the milk produced, remove the water powder from it and turn it into milk powder, and she is training her two young ones to drink milk powder.
The taste of milk is different from that of human milk. Bei Beiyu was disgusted at first, would cry non-stop, refused to drink, and would rather be hungry.
Although the little baby is only a few months old, she has a lot of self-control. Mo Yan has no choice but to squeeze her own excess milk into milk powder and mix it with cow's milk. .
This job is tedious and complicated, Mo Yan is not used to other people touching his body, and he relies on the help of the emperor, but his welfare has been completely deprived.
Thinking of last night, his deep and meaningful long and narrow eyes in the darkness, Mo Yan couldn't stop blushing and heartbeating.
If it is better to travel without buns, Weifu becomes more worth looking forward to. The husband and wife have not had a two-person world alone for a long time.
"Look, this is presented by Mrs. Ye Xiang."
Toner held an envelope on both ends, and Mo Yan took it, and opened it to see that it contained the specific arrangements for the poetry meeting on the seventh day of July.
Mrs. Ye Xiang and the wives of the official family in Kyoto Zhang Luo, set in the West Garden of Ye Mansion, followed by several alternative topics for the poetry meeting.
How boring!The old style, using pine and bamboo, flowers, weather, etc. to write poems, those ladies who are going must have already prepared.
She once participated in the poetry meeting, a group of young ladies who are sad and full of love, just idle!
Mo Yan felt a little regretful, she shouldn't have agreed to host such a boring poetry meeting, in order to reflect her virtuous reputation, she had to put on a show.
"Do you still remember Wang Mudan? The servant sent her to the doctor's class. I heard from the master that she has a very high level of comprehension."
The survivor of Xia Mingxuan's prostitute house, Wang Mudan was very tenacious, and she never flinched from the rumors. She was divorced by her fiancé, and she didn't say anything. She never thought about herself from the beginning to the end.
Among the girls who are kind but not weak, caring and considerate, and will definitely be outstanding in the future, Mo Yan nodded with a smile.
The other survivor was not so lucky. Yanxia was working as a helper in the Yamen of Jingzhao Yin, sometimes normal, sometimes crazy.
Yanxia's normal performance is in dealing with people, but she is very persistent in her treatment of Zhang Ju, as if she regards him as her own property.
"There are either young children in the charity hall, or old people who are getting old. It is not appropriate to send her there."
Mo Yan has considered that it is unrealistic to establish a mental hospital in Dayue, and now the national treasury is tight. Before the flood in the southwest, the food and grass were allocated from Dawu, but the medicinal materials were actually produced in Dayue.
"But can she stay with Master Zhang?"
Mo Zi silently lit a candle for Zhang Ju in her heart. She had a good impression of Zhang Ju, she was respectful and humble, and couldn't help but say something for him.
"if not?"
Yanxia was only stimulated, but not to the point of completely losing her mind. She can help the yamen servants with work on weekdays, and it should be considered as her wages for food and drink.
Everyone is very friendly, not treating her badly is already the best result, and it will not be too late for Mo Yan to think of a solution if there are similar people in the future.
Babies and babies are enlightened in advance, from Chenshi to Sishi every day, learning to recognize characters for an hour, the eldest brother Mo Qingfeng sighed, the little buns are very smart, and they can accurately recognize what they learned the day before the next day.
The baby is still young, but she has a clear mind, and has been very serious for an hour, without looking around, whispering, it is really rare to have patience at such a young age.
At the beginning of learning calligraphy, the baby and the baby can't sit still. Although they are smart, they learn quickly and forget quickly, so don't memorize them.
Mo Yan used Beibei and Yuyu to make a fuss, asked them to study hard, and then taught them to his younger siblings. The two younger ones solemnly agreed, and they really cared more than ever.
"Your Majesty, the ice bowl made by the servant girl."
Mo Zi presented a tray with a crystal glass bowl, which contained finely crushed ice balls, a few boiled red hawthorns on top, and sweet and sour hawthorn juice.
Mo Yan Kuxia dug out a piece of crushed ice with juice with a small silver spoon, squinted his eyes comfortably, and did not forget to ask, "Have you sent the emperor and the two princes?"
"I knew you would miss it. Sister Mo Bing sent it over in person."
Mo Zi grinned, since Mo Bing went to the south with Mo Qingyun, his whole person has changed, although he still has a cold face, occasionally distracted, showing the shyness that only a little daughter can have.
The day of the micro-service tour is set on the tenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and major domestic affairs are handed over to Ye Xiang and Mo Xiang to handle together.
According to the set plan and route, Wanqi Yuling brought Mo Yan and his party back to Beijing before August [-]th.
Lizhou is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and it is an extremely large basin. The traffic is relatively blocked. Even though it is not far from the capital, there is very little news from Lizhou here.
In the sunny afternoon, Mo Yan was sitting in the gazebo in the imperial garden, drinking tea, and reading the thick materials sent by Zhang Ju.
The magistrate of Lizhou, surnamed Zeng, has just taken office for three years, and his performance in the yamen in previous years has been excellent.
Mo Yan wanted to check to find out in which year Zhifu Zeng was admitted as a Jinshi. The strange thing is that there is no record of Zhifu Zeng in the official records.
"Mo Bing, is there any precedent for such an official in Dai Viet?"
The sun was westward, and it was full of golden light. Mo Yan rubbed her eyes, changed her position, and stretched lazily.
In order to make this month compact and not waste time, on a whim, she asked Zhang Ju for help, and transferred the archived materials of the prefect of Lizhou and surrounding prefectures from the Ministry of Officials.
The result was beyond her expectation, the dignified fourth-rank magistrate, the file turned out to be a blank sheet of paper, could it be said that the officials of the official department were negligent?
"Your Majesty, slaves don't even know about it, but to be a magistrate, at least one must be a Jinshi."
Not only that, but he had to climb up from the ninth-rank and seventh-rank Zhima officials, and was directly appointed as the magistrate, reaching the sky in one step. Even the relatives of Ye Xiang's family could not have this kind of treatment.
"Oh."
Mo Yan raised her voice and nodded thoughtfully. It seems that the prefect of Lizhou has a problem with his identity. It may be the product of Wanqi Yufeng, a bastard who bought and sold officials.
Is it too childish for a person who has not passed the Jinshi examination to be the parent official of a party?
She has never had a good impression of pedantic scholars, but only reading can make sense.
Assuming that a peasant family is allowed to be the magistrate, he may consider the poor people, but his vision is limited.
(End of this chapter)
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