Happy Little Scholar

"The dozen people here are our original team. You have been with them for a long time. If there are smart people among them, you might as well let them go outside to take charge of the newly built venue. Of course, it doesn't matter if they are not smart. As long as they are down-to-earth and willing to work, they can learn these things slowly.'"

Li Yi pinched a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth, and told Wan Ruoqing his plan.

"It is not a good idea to rely on tips all the time. After a few days, number the chairs. When they watch the performance in the future, each person will have a ticket and sit according to the number. You can decide the ticket price. The further ahead, the more expensive it is. When all the seats are sold out, start selling standing tickets, and the price can be lower..."

Wan Ruoqing listened carefully and remembered every word he said in his heart. Since ancient times, the income of actors has been mostly based on tips from others. The way of buying tickets before watching has never been heard of.

But this is not important. The important thing is that this sentence came from his mouth, so it must be correct.

"This method may not be suitable. Anyway, change it slowly. You know more about things here than I do. Just make your own decision." Unconsciously, the last piece of osmanthus cake had been eaten. Li Yi stood up and clapped his hands.

Wan Ruoqing also stood up, bowed to him seriously, and said, "If this method is feasible, I don't know how many people can avoid displacement. I thank you on behalf of those actors first."

"The matter of recruiting actors will be left to you and Mr. Sun." Li Yi said with a bow.

The reason for doing this is that although he also wants to change the status quo of this industry and make those actors live a better life, it is more of his own selfishness. However, no matter what, a win-win result is always good.

He is used to being a hands-off shopkeeper. After handing this matter to Wan Ruoqing, he doesn't plan to manage it anymore. As an actor, she is the most suitable person to do this.

When he strolled out of the brothel and passed by Ruyifang, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side and grabbed his arm fiercely.

"Sir, I finally saw you!" Li Yi was startled, thinking that it was a bandit who came to seek revenge. When he was about to break free, he heard the figure say in surprise and joy.

It seemed that he was not here to seek revenge. He looked again and asked in confusion: "Doctor Chen, what are you doing?"

The person in front of him was Doctor Chen from Huichun Hall. He had not seen him for many days. The old man who was very energetic before was actually much more haggard. I don't know what happened during this period.

He invited him into Ruyifang and poured him a cup of tea. After taking a sip, Doctor Chen sighed and said in a rather resentful tone: "Sir, you really made me look for you."

"What did Doctor Chen look for me for?" Li Yi looked at him in confusion. Did he owe him money?

Looking at him like this, it seemed that he owed a lot.

It's impossible. I don't remember when I borrowed money from him... Looking at the confused face of the county lieutenant, the expression on Doctor Chen's face could no longer be described in words.

Since seeing the county lieutenant sew up the wound with needle and thread last time, Doctor Chen knew that this was another great achievement that would benefit future generations, and he solemnly requested him to pass on this method. The county lieutenant also readily agreed at that time, but there was no news after that day.

Although he personally saw the county lieutenant rescue the patient that day, he had seen the patient, and the wound was obviously not sutured with ordinary silk thread, and there seemed to be some details before sew up. He still had a lot of doubts about these aspects. It was a serious matter, and it was impossible to offer this method hastily.

As a doctor, Doctor Chen certainly understood the importance of this method. If all doctors in the world could learn it, I don’t know how many lives would be saved. During the days waiting for the county lieutenant to teach this method, he could not taste food and could not sleep at night. If he could also leave a small mark on this great merit, what kind of honor would it be?

However, after waiting for several days, he never saw the county lieutenant again. Doctor Chen, who was impatient, went to the county government several times to look for him, but he was always told that he was not there. He went to Ruyifang to look for him, but the door of the shop was closed and a big lock was hung outside. He squatted outside for several days but no one came.

Finally, he saw the light in the shop one night, but before he could get close, he was put on his neck by several knives at the same time. He was almost scared to death in the middle of the night.

If he hadn't explained his identity to those people, his head would have been chopped off long ago.

Thinking of what he had experienced these days, and looking at the confused expression on the county lieutenant's face at this time, he obviously put that matter behind him. Doctor Chen almost vomited blood.

After forcing the old man to breathe out, Doctor Chen stood up, bowed respectfully to Li Yi, and said, "I beg you to promote the wound suturing method throughout the country. Countless civilians and soldiers will remember the great kindness of the county lieutenant."

After Doctor Chen spoke, Li Yi remembered this matter.

At that time, it seemed that he had said that he would teach him the method of suturing wounds, but at that time he was worried about those green forest bandits. Who would remember these things afterwards? If he hadn't suddenly mentioned it today, I'm afraid he wouldn't remember it in his lifetime.

They don't need to remember the great kindness. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Wound suturing does not require any technical content, but it can be of great use on the battlefield. If the doctors in the army can learn it, at least more than 20% of the soldiers can escape from the brink of death. I don't know how many levels of pagodas there are.

Gunpowder is like a devil locked in Pandora's box, a machine that harvests human lives in the cold weapon era. Li Yi is the one who released it. I don't know how many people will die in the hands of this devil in the future. Although he didn't do it himself, it was also indirectly sinful. He didn't want to build countless pagodas and become a Buddha on the spot, but it was not bad to reduce some sins.

In order to ensure that he did not miss any key information, Doctor Chen made full use of the truth that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. He borrowed paper and pen from Li Yi and wrote down everything Li Yi said next. Afterwards, he asked Li Yi to check it several times until there was no mistake.

Looking at the densely packed page, Doctor Chen finally smiled.

This piece of paper, as light as a feather, weighed more than ten thousand pounds in his heart.

If future generations can remember his name Chen Mufeng when they mention wound suture again, in addition to being grateful to Li Xianwei, he will have no regrets even if he dies now.

"Sir, your kindness will never be forgotten by Chen Mufeng in this life." Doctor Chen's face was solemn, and he bowed to Li Yi respectfully again. The previous bow was for the people of the world, and this bow was for himself.

In this world, everyone wants to have a chance to leave a name for eternity and be remembered by future generations, and Doctor Chen is no exception. Li, who gave him this opportunity, could bear his great gift.

"If the relatives and friends of Sir, the county lieutenant, need medicine for any disaster or disease in the future, they can come to our Huichuntang. The medicine fee is free." In order to show his sincerity, Doctor Chen patted his chest and said.

Li Yi looked at him. Compared with the princess who only squeezed him and never gave him any benefits, Doctor Chen's sincerity was enough, but------why did he still have the urge to kick him?