Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 880 Carp Leaping over the Dragon Gate

   It doesn't matter whether you understand or not.

   After a while, Zhu Houzhao was at the bottom of the list.

  He likes to join in the fun, although he has a short beard and is messy, his body is covered in oil, and there are seven or eight craftsmen behind him.

  Looking at the list, Zhu Houzhao had a half-knowledge and patiently listened to the narration.

  Probably... I understand it ignorantly.

   "If you find something, you can submit a manuscript. If you submit a manuscript, you can become a Grand Academician. What kind of official is a Grand Academician?"

   "..."

   "It's not an official, it's just a title within Xishan Academy. With the title, you can be hired by the academy. If the weekly magazine sells well, there is still a remuneration? Even if someone quotes an article in the future, will there be money?"

  Zhu Houzhao squinted his eyes.

  What tricks is Lao Fang up to.

  Probably, he understood something.

  So Zhu Houzhao sneered, why is this so difficult.

  …

  In just a few days, many submissions came.

  There are all kinds of people, Fang Jifan's head hurts watching it.

  After all, many people don't have much idea about thesis at all. At this time, there is no template for the thesis.

   As a result, all kinds of messy words appeared, so that Fang Jifan read an article and talked about it for a long time, confused, not knowing what it meant...

  Fang Jifan was busy looking for the signature of the subordinate, wishing to arrest this person immediately and beat him severely to relieve the hatred in his heart.

   But... not all of them are scum.

  At least, there is an interesting article, but it was discovered by Fang Jifan—there are worms in the human body.

  Fang Jifan's scalp was numb.

  Bugs... Bacteria?

Fang Jifan read this article carefully. The author of the article claimed to have observed the rotting process of meat. In an environment completely free of flies and mosquitoes, the meat was placed in a glass bottle, and the rotten meat slowly changed. The root cause may be the bug.

So he began to try, intercepting the magnifying glass to observe, but unfortunately, the magnifying glass could not observe the existence of these worms, but... this person did not give up, but continued to look for the craftsman who made the glass, and actually combined the two lenses At the same time, he actually magnified the multiples of the magnifying glass. Although he still did not observe the worms, he decided to use two pieces of cooked meat to conduct experiments. The final result found that the rot of the meat has nothing to do with the external environment, even in the absence of the outside world. Under the circumstances of the environment, cooked meat will still rot.

  He believes that the corruption of the flesh must be related to something invisible...

  In this era, there are always people with all kinds of whimsical ideas.

  Fang Jifan read this person's signature... His name is Zhang Sen, and his name is very common, so Fang Jifan didn't have much impression of him.

  This person is a medical student, very inconspicuous.

  He insisted that after a person is injured, the reason why the wound rots must be related to worms, and the use of alcohol for disinfection must be because alcohol may be able to eliminate these worms, which can prevent wound infection.

  Fang Jifan selected this article and ordered some of the reviewers to test it.

  Of course Fang Jifan would not tell others that there are indeed germs in the world. Since the magazine appeared, a rule must be followed.

   Immediately afterwards, the reviewers began to experiment with various methods.

  Finally... seems to have sparked controversy over this man's theory as well.

   However, since there is controversy, then this person’s statement cannot be denied. In the end, this article made the list.

  In addition to this, a large number of agricultural papers appeared.

  Zhang Xin led a group of agronomy students and school captains, using various crops and plant discoveries to directly dominate the rankings.

   But the other articles are lackluster.

  The first issue of "Quest" magazine has been finalized after discussions among various parties.

   Immediately afterwards, in a printing workshop in Xishan, the crazy printing began, and Wang Jinyuan looked at it with pain.

   Toss ah, too toss.

   Such a thing, neither teaching people to read and write stereotypes, nor is it a popular storybook about the world, so it is impossible to sell it. There are all kinds of plants, insects and other messy things in it, who cares.

   Isn't this a prodigal?

  Why does the young master like to toss about this?

  Wang Jinyuan is a businessman.

   Unique and keen business vision.

  It would be nice to sell the house honestly.

  He sighed inwardly.

  …

   But it seems that everything is calm.

  In the medical school, a young man named Zhang Sen, as usual, came out of school and returned to his shanty town.

  Today, he watched his teacher Su Yue perform caesarean section on a woman.

  The woman was eight months pregnant and felt pain in her stomach, but she couldn't give birth. In desperation, her family sent her here.

  In fact, it takes a lot of courage to send a woman to a family for medical school. After all, a woman's reputation is sometimes more important than her life.

   But in the end, the husband's family still stomped their feet, determined to save people.

  He watched with his own eyes how his mentor opened his stomach and took out the child, but in the end, the woman still couldn't hold on.

   Zhang Sen was in medical school and was used to seeing life and death, but he still felt heavy in his heart.

Zhang Sen is a scholar, but his family background is not good. This is why he decided to transfer from the Faculty of Arts to the Faculty of Medicine. Xishan Faculty of Liberal Arts teaches stereotypes, of course they are powerful, but the tuition fees are also very high. Ordinary people can’t afford it. On the contrary, medicine, agronomy, engineering, and civil engineering not only have low tuition fees, but once you have mastered the basic knowledge after one year of study, you will be transferred to clinical practice. At this time, there will be some meager subsidies.

This meager income is nothing to others, but to Zhang Sen, it can fill his stomach. His parents almost sold all their belongings to support him in studying. Now, he really doesn't want to. What burden do you give your parents?

  Of course, when Zhang Sen's father learned that his son hadn't taken the stereotyped exam, he was so angry that he almost rushed into the academy and beat Zhang Sen to death.

  If you don’t read stereotypes, what good will you do, and you will be circumcised every day, and women will be disemboweled?

  He saw the look of regret on the old father's face, and in his mind, it was like a revolving lantern.

  When the carp jumps over the Dragon Gate, he is a carp himself. In everyone's mind, only by jumping over the Dragon Gate can he enter the Hall of Heaven, become an official, and honor his ancestors.

  He returned to his shed.

   Most of the scholars in the academy live in the farmer's house. The so-called dormitory is here.

   But when he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar figure.

   is his old father.

  A skinny man, wearing old clothes that have been starched for many years. This is a Confucian shirt. His father, who was a child, is proud of being a scholar.

   "Father..." Zhang Sen said.

His father's name is Zhang Jing, and Zhang Jing smiled wryly at him: "I'm back, your mother told me to bring you something for my father. When you came to study, you said that you often stayed up late to read. I was afraid that you would be hungry at night, so I brought you some sweet potatoes. .”

   Sure enough, under his feet was a basket of sweet potatoes that gave off an aroma.

  Zhang Sen hurriedly said: "This..."

Zhang Jing smiled bitterly at him: "You still have something on your mind. Back then, as a father, I expected more from you, but everyone has their own ambitions. As a father these days, at home, I figured it out. People...why do you have to be named on the gold list Well, if you want to hang the pot to help the world, there is nothing wrong with it, come, come, sit down."

   Zhang Sen's eyes were moist.

He naturally understands that his father is the greatest hope in his life to be named on the gold list. Studying, even selling the last bit of land...

  Zhang Sen bowed down: "Father, it is the son who disappointed the father."

In Zhang Jing's eyes, although there was loneliness, she forced a smile on her face: "Don't say that, you are the number one scholar. You are in school, do you have enough money? A few days ago, you worked for your father and earned some money. ..."

  Zhang Sen couldn't help crying: "Father... my son is dead, my son is sorry for you."

Zhang Jing stuffed the money into Zhang Sen's arms: "In this world, the hospital examination is held every two years, and the township examination is held every three years. It's not easy to get a title on the gold list. You don't have to blame yourself. In fact, it's good... just follow it." Doctors can also save people... Well, it's getting late, I have to go to work for my father, a few days ago, I found a job to settle accounts in the new city, it's easy, you don't have to worry about it."

   As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back and wanted to leave.

   Zhang Sen wanted to stop him, but he felt so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, his lips were murmured, but it was like a stick in his throat.

When he realized that his father was gone, he quickly chased him out, only to see that the father had his hands behind his back, still wearing a long gown with the stubbornness of a scholar, and seemed to be distressed that the old shoes were worn away by the rammed earth on the ridge of the field. , go away slowly.

   Zhang Sen burst into tears, and suddenly came out, knelt down towards the back, and grabbed the ground with his head.

  At night, he studied as usual. As for the money left by his father, he dared not use it and hid it all. He had saved more than 700 Wen.

  Early the next morning, the dawn was already blooming, and as usual, Zhang Sen arrived at the medical school.

   Oncoming, someone said: "Junior Brother Zhang, I heard that your article has been included in "Search". It is the strange theory of the worm, no, it is not a strange theory, I...I..."

  Zhang Sen looked listless, he didn't sleep well last night, and what lingered in his mind was his father's back.

  He knows that his worm theory is not recognized by many people.

   As for the contribution, I just insisted that the theory of fine worms must exist, and I wanted to try it out, whether my teacher agreed with it or not.

  Yesterday, he was still looking forward to this, but today, even if he heard that this article was included in "Quest", he was actually listless.

  Perhaps... I should learn stereotyped writing. Only in this way can my father's wish be fulfilled and my father be able to hold his head up in front of others.

   After a while, someone came again: "Senior brother Zhang, please come over..."

  His mentor is Su Yue, Zhang Sen did not neglect, and hurriedly moved.

  ...

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  (end of this chapter)