Saint of the Confucian way

Zhang Jing'an quickly turned and rolled to avoid, but the man's sole rubbed his scalp and kicked, and there was a slight pain on his scalp.

"Well, forget it. After all, he is the eldest son of the Fenghou family." several young people came forward to hold the man.

"What kind of feudal family is he? He is an inverse beast!" the man stopped angrily.

Zhang Jing'an sat on the ground and wanted to yell back at his father. He wanted to ask why the other party beat people, but reason told him that he shouldn't say anything.

However, Zhang Jingan remembered this man, Gu Hong, the nephew of the Duke of the Ming Dynasty.

A young man in a scholar's uniform slowly walked up to Zhang Jing'an, looked down at Zhang Jing'an from a high position, and said coldly: "We don't know what you want to do, let alone what trick your rebellious father plays, but you should remember that half of the medical schools and medicine halls in Chu are under our control. Don't say you, even if all the generals of the Pearl River Army are in front of us, they can only lower their heads!"

When Zhang Jing'an saw the Jinshi, he instinctively bowed his head and dared not resist at all, because the man's grandfather had served as the Minister of Chu. Although he had become an official, his family was old and old all over the government and the public.

Yue Ming, although he is not the legitimate grandson of the Yue family, he is the favorite grandson of master Yue. His presence here shows that things are extraordinary.

Zhang Jingan realized that he had made a terrible mistake.

"Your so-called" clean medical order ", there are not a few, all here!" Yue Ming said, throwing a pile of paper in his hand on Zhang Jing'an's face.

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The paper flies, and the black and white words are particularly dazzling in the midday sun.

Zhang Jing'an raised his head and stared at Yue Ming's face. He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth. His anger was just about to go to his head, but he pressed down.

"Remember, it's not our fault, it's not all the medicine halls of the medical school, it's not the officials of the court, it's not the law, it's only the medical school, it's the Jianghu doctor, or many Jianghu doctors! Go back and write a new notice! If you dare to do so again, don't be the pavilion leader!"

Yue Ming turned and left, and the others followed.

Zhang Jing'an's face was red, ashamed and angry. His mind was buzzing, as if it might burst at any time. The voices of those people kept coming from his ears.

"It's easy for us to make some money because we don't know the heaven and earth. We're so angry when being pointed at by those civilians. We dare to find our bad luck and don't know how to live or die!"

"I hope he's a tough man and doesn't bow his head, so we don't have to keep our hands!"

"Compared with the previous Zhujiang Marquis, this generation of Zhujiang Marquis and this son are just a pair of losers. Can you small families intervene in the medical Hall of the state of Chu?"

"Those doctors and even half doctors are just our money making mechanism. How dare a small pavilion leader be so presumptuous!"

"Zhangjia people are becoming more and more incompetent..."

Zhang Jingan's body trembled, because the person who said that the Zhangjia people were useless was not someone else, but Gou Han of the Gou family. This person didn't come in, but made waves in the dark.

"Son of a bitch!" Zhang Jing'an got up slowly.

When those people were gone, Zhang Jing'an bent down and picked up the "clean medical order" one by one.

The other five people in duting stood in the distance and looked at Zhang Jing'an with pity and even schadenfreude.

Old man Gao walked slowly over, helped Zhang Jingan pick up the "clean medical order" one by one, and then entered the house with Zhang Jingan.

Zhang Jingan lit all the "clean medical orders", sat in a chair, looked up at the roof, his eyes were empty, as if they were blocked by the shadow of the sky and the earth, and lost their due color.

Old man Gao stood at the door, took out his dry cigarette and smoked.

Not long ago, the light in Zhang Jing'an's eyes changed, his face changed, and occasionally even distorted. It seemed that there was an extremely fierce struggle in his heart.

After a long time, Zhang Jingan asked in a low voice, "Uncle Gao, how can I recover now? I want to continue to be a pavilion leader."

"Since it's not their fault or the medicine Hall of other medical schools, it's naturally the Jianghu doctor's fault. You can strictly investigate the Jianghu doctors in Wude street and make the people of Chu hate those Jianghu doctors. No one will accuse them behind the scenes. This will naturally pass."

"But..."

"Are Jianghu doctors like Li Du wrong?"

"Wrong."

"What are you waiting for? Just write a notice." old man Gao spits white smoke out of his mouth.

"What about the real murderers behind the scenes?" Zhang Jing'an said.

Old man Gao didn't seem to hear, so he turned and left.

One day later, notices were posted in many places of Wude street to strictly investigate all Jianghu doctors, and suggested that residents of Wude street should not trust Jianghu doctors but regular medical schools and medicine halls.

On the day after the notice was posted, magistrate Qiao's mansion issued a document to commend Zhang Jing'an, and let all Pavilion and interior chiefs of Jingzhou mansion learn from Zhang Jing'an's spirit of asking for orders for the people.

Zhang Jing'an finally got the result he wanted before, and finally beat his father who was named Zhujiang Hou once. However, he found himself unhappy.

Thanks to the praise of magistrate Qiao, except that old man Gao is still not salty, the attitude of the other five people in the pavilion has obviously improved and approached actively. Zhang Jing'an found that it was difficult before, and now he can do it easily.

However, Zhang Jingan found himself rejecting them.

As time went by, Zhang Jingan kept persuading himself, but he couldn't convince himself after all.

Zhang Jing'an has a habit of sitting alone in a daze, more and more unlike an 11-year-old child.

On the third day of November, light snow.

In the cold wind, Zhang Jing'an walked slowly to the kiosk in Jiangjin street.

Zhang Jing'an smoothly entered the Jiangjin Pavilion and saw his father drinking tea leisurely. The room was full of the fragrance of tea.

"Jing'an is here? Sit down, you are lucky." Fang Yun said, aiming at the teapot in the air. The teapot flew out of thin air and poured light red tea into an empty cup.

Zhang Jing'an has no interest in tea, but since he smelled the smell of tea, he actually had saliva and wanted to taste it.

Zhang Jingan picked up the tea cup and tried to taste it. The tea rolled in his mouth and calmed down until he entered his stomach. Then the comfortable warmth spread all over his body.

"This should be the legendary spirit tea?" Zhang Jing'an asked.

"Yes, I got it from Gou's secret room. Don't spread it out." Fang Yun said. Although there is spirit tea in the secret room of Gou family, it is of average quality. It is the spirit tea in the ancient land of blood mountain.

Fang Yun stopped talking, tasted tea silently and read silently in the world of strange books.

Zhang Jingan only drank tea at first, but after a while he made many small movements.

Until nightfall, the window changed from light snow to heavy snow, and Zhang Jing'an finally opened his mouth.

"I... I... Don't want to be a pavilion leader." Zhang Jing'an said, lowering his head and showing a look of shame on his face.