The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

#275 local tyrant (one more)

The place where Gu Jiao visited today was in a three-entry house in the east of the city. The master of the family is a great man, and he teaches in a nearby academy. His wife's family has a little background, so her family is not bad.

The patient this time is their eldest son, who is 20 years old this year. He just passed the exam this year as a scholar. The family was very happy, but unfortunately contracted a serious disease a few days ago.

They sent people to a nearby hospital, but they were turned away, saying that it was smallpox, so they were treated at home.

The medical center did prescribe medicine, but they did not get better after a few days of eating. It was a student from the academy who said that Miaoshoutang's medical skills were good, and they hired a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Who knew it was a doctor girl.

The couple were disappointed.

Gu Jiao has been practicing medicine for so long, and she has long been accustomed to this kind of gaze. There are no female doctors in Zhao country, and the status of medical women is low.

She simply did not aspire to be a great person.

Gu Jiao entered the house.

People are coming, and the couple is always not good enough not to be healed.

The mental state of the scholar was not very good. He was a little panicked and irritable while lying on the bed. Judging from his symptoms: fever, headache, pimples... It was indeed similar to smallpox.

But after careful diagnosis, Gu Jiao found that it was not.

"It's rash." Gu Jiao said.

This is considered a severe allergy. It is not easy to survive until today. Many severe allergies can cause shock or suffocation. It can only be said that the life of this scholar is really big.

Gu Jiao took a few tablets of loratadine from the small medicine box, put it in a porcelain bottle and handed it to the couple: "Once a day, one tablet at a time, swallow it with warm water. After eating, I will return to the hospital for a consultation."

"This, this is the end?" The woman looked at the small medicine bottle in her hand and opened her mouth in disbelief, "But they said it was smallpox."

Gu Jiao said: "He has a mild cold and has an allergic rash. At first glance, it does look like smallpox, but he is really not. You two don't have to worry about it. No allergic rash is not a minor illness, and it can be fatal at any time when it gets serious. This time, he was lucky, and he must pay attention in the future. Did he do this after touching something?"

"He..." The woman recalled carefully, and said, "I ate a peach that day, and in the afternoon began to say that I felt uncomfortable. I didn't pay much attention to it. I thought it was the peach hair sticking to him, so I asked him to wash it. The shower seemed to be getting better, but it got worse the next day."

Gu Jiao has no test strips for allergens, so she can only try to keep the patient away from peaches: "Don't let him touch peaches in the future."

"Ah, good, good." The woman responded.

She is obviously a little doctor girl, but why are her words inexplicably convincing?

do not care,

Zuo But other doctors couldn't cure his son, so he had to try this little doctor girl's method first.

The woman entered the house and gave medicine to her son.

The third son received the consultation fee, the fee for the visit was 22 taels, and the medicine fee was 1 tael.

This is the foot of the emperor, and this charge is already considered very conscientious.

Gu Jiao walked out of the house with a small basket on her back and got into the carriage.

After the third son received the consultation fee, he sat on the outer seat and said to Gu Jiao, "Miss Gu, are we going back?"

Gu Jiao nodded: "Well, go back."

Nothing else.

"Hey, alright!" The third son grabbed the whip and drove the carriage smoothly.

The carriage didn't leave for a long time, when suddenly several men rushed on their horses. They were extremely fast, and they didn't care about the people on the street.

The people hurriedly avoided it, but there was still an old man who was carrying a load and couldn't avoid it. His load was knocked over, and the man fell to the ground.

But the culprit didn't even look back and walked away.

The old man fell on the side of the road and couldn't get up for a while.

Naturally, this caused a sigh of relief.

An out-of-town youth spoke up, and he asked the guy next to him who came out to watch the fun: "My dear, isn't this the foot of the emperor? How could anyone dare to ride a horse like this?"

The man said, "You don't know that, do you? Didn't you see the clothes they were wearing?"

The youth said: "It's too fast, I didn't pay attention."

The guy looked at the retreating backs of the few people and said, "That's the man from the Marshal's Mansion."

"Marshal's Mansion?" The young man frowned, apparently not long after he entered the capital, he still didn't know the situation in the capital.

The guy explained patiently: "It was originally the Hushan General of the Hushan Camp, but he was named the Great Marshal of the Military and Horses of the World a few days ago. Those people are the people of the Marshal's Mansion."

The young man wondered: "Is it so arrogant?"

The guy hurriedly made a silent gesture: "Shh, you can't talk nonsense, presumably they are in a hurry, otherwise it won't be like this."

What's the urgency? Almost made a scene in the street.

Everyone understands that this is just an excuse, but no one has the guts to expose the truth in the street - the hussar general surnamed Tang is the confidant of Empress Dowager Zhuang. When Empress Dowager Zhuang returned from illness, the first thing was to promote him to be a soldier in the world. The grand marshal divided the military power of the Marquis of Xuanping in a grand manner.

"Sister, the people of Tang Mansion are too much!" In a teahouse facing the street, the girl in purple said to the Taoist nun opposite, "This is not the first time they have bullied others! Earlier in Liuxiang, I saw a servant of Tang Mansion. Someone beat up a commoner and said that the commoner owed money to the Tang Mansion, but you can't beat him like that if you owe money!"

The Taoist nun didn't say anything, just took a sip of tea quietly.

The girl in purple was lying on the table, approached her, and whispered, "Sister, what do you think... is that rumor true?"

Taoist nun glanced at her: "What rumor?"

The girl in purple: "It's... Marshal Tang is the illegitimate child of the Empress Dowager."

The Taoist nun looked at her coldly: "Is it a long life?"

The girl in purple stuck out her tongue. She was a little intimidated by her sister, but she still dared to say: "I heard that the queen mother almost married Princess Ning'an of Concubine Jing's back to him."

The Taoist nun pushed her sister back to her seat, glanced at the noisy street, and said, "Zijuan, go and help the old man and buy all his tea."

"Yes!" The little girl on the side bowed in response. She was about to go downstairs when she heard the Taoist aunt say, "Forget it, no need, someone has already gone."

The little maid and the girl in purple looked at the fallen old man at the same time, and saw a young girl in green walked past the crowd, came to him, and helped him up.

"Ah, elder sister! It's her!" The purple-clothed girl recognized Gu Jiao.

No, it was Sanding Jia who gave her hairpins!

''Why is she here? ''

The girl in purple is still obsessed with the champion of the new division, and by the way, she will think of this woman who was treated differently by the champion of the new division.

Obviously she doesn't look good, but after the hairpin incident, her appearance and dress became popular in the capital, and she even had a small tang flower on her face.

The Taoist nun looked at Gu Jiao and murmured, "Yes, it's really fate."

Gu Jiao picked up the old man and bought him a pound of tea. The surrounding people probably felt that the behavior of just standing by was not as good as a little girl, and they also bought the old man's tea in shame.

The baskets of tea bags were sold out.

"Thank you girl, thank you girl!" The old man bowed his hands and thanked him excitedly.

Gu Jiao turned and got into the carriage.

It was not until the carriage disappeared at the end of the street that the Taoist nun slowly retracted her gaze.

Gu Jiao handed over the tea she bought to the third son, and then returned to Bishui Hutong.

Before Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun came back, Xiao Jingkong went to his aunt's grandfather's side, and in the kitchen room was the housemaid cooking.

Xiao Liulang plunged into the study without even realizing that Gu Jiao pushed the door in.

It was rare for him to be so ecstatic when Gu Jiao walked over and found him drawing.

"What is this?" Gu Jiao asked.

The light in the room was a little dark, so she got closer to see the drawings clearly.

When Xiao Liulang heard the sound, her forehead was close at hand, and the warm breath was intertwined with his breath.

Xiao Liulang's heart skipped a beat, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he felt that he should avoid it, but he never moved.

"Arithmetic." Xiao Liulang said, "I am cutting a circle."

"Cut a circle? Do you want to calculate the ancestral rate?" Gu Jiao was actually not sure if this time and space called pi the ancestral rate.

"Do you know Zu rate?" Xiao Liulang was surprised. Even if he understood that she had many secrets, he didn't know there would be so many secrets, and he still knew Zu rate.

When she heard that it was really Zu rate, Gu Jiao understood that this time and space also overlapped with the time and space she was in, such as pi. Liu Hui originally calculated it to four decimal places, called Hui rate, and then Master Zu calculated it. Calculated to seven decimal places, called the ancestral rate.

Among them, Liu Hui in the Wei and Jin Dynasties used the circular cutting technique, and the adorning technique of the ancestors of the Southern and Northern Dynasties has been lost in any time and space, otherwise Xiao Liulang should use the stitching technique at this time.

Circumcision is a method of infinitely approximating the area of ​​a circle with the area of ​​a regular polygon inscribed in a circle, and then calculating the pi.

Liu Hui started from the hexagon inside the circle and cut it to 3,072 polygons, and finally it was accurate to the four-digit micro (small) number between 1415 and 1416.

This calculation is huge and terrifying, and it is much faster if calculus is used.

Gu Jiao said without changing her face, "I heard from the students of the women's school."

There are also arithmetic classes in the women's school, and Xiao Liulang is not very clear about the specific content.

However, he knew that Gu Jiao was extremely smart, and if he had heard it, he might have never forgotten it.

Gu Jiao said again: "Why did you suddenly think of this? Is it the homework of the Hanlin Academy?"

"No." Xiao Liulang shook his head, he hesitated for a moment, but still told about Xiao Jingkong and Master Sun, mainly because he wanted to verify whether Xiao Jingkong's ancestor rate and those arithmetic problems were taught to him by Gu Jiao.

As for Master Sun's anger and betting, he skipped the matter, and only discussed the ancestral rate harmoniously with each other.

Gu Jiao snorted and shook her head.

She did teach Small Clearance Arithmetic, but she didn't teach those questions, and she didn't involve Zu rate.

"Will he carry such a long Zuzu?" Gu Jiao was surprised.

Xiao Liulang called Xiao Jingkong in.

When Xiao Jingkong saw Gu Jiao, he almost thought that the bad brother-in-law had secretly sued him, but seeing Gu Jiao's expression as usual, he quietly felt relieved.

Xiao Liulang said: "You recite the Zu rate that you recited in front of Master Sun."

Xiao Qingkong recited it honestly.

Xiao Liulang: "I don't know if it's right or not, so I have to do the math."

Ordinary people would never believe that Xiao Qingkong was right, because there were only seven decimals in the book, but he recited seventeen.

Xiao Liulang did not immediately deny Xiao Qingkong.

It's not that he thinks Little Headroom is right, but that he can't prove Little Headroom wrong.

He won't use his identity to oppress people because of his age and more than ten years of reading.

A scolding may calm the child down, but it is not because the child is convinced, but because the child has given up the desire to know.

Gu Jiao understood that Xiao Jingkong had memorized it completely.

"Who taught you?" Gu Jiao asked.

"I read it in the book." Xiao Jingkong said.

"What book? Can you show it to us?" Gu Jiao asked again.

"Of course!" Xiaojingkong ran out, rummaging through his pile of rags, and found a yellowed and curled book.

The booklet was given to Gu Jiao, "Jiaojiao, here it is!"

Gu Jiao took the booklet and read it with Xiao Liulang.

Just one glance, the two of them were stunned in unison.

Gu Jiao was stunned because she saw familiar words and formulas, while Xiao Liulang was stunned because he saw patterns and words that he did not understand. At the same time, under these strange words and patterns, he used another The text is annotated.

It is the language of Yan Kingdom.

No wonder Xiao Jingkong can understand a little bit, he is learning Yan Guoyu recently.

It's just very strange, how could he have Yan Guo's book?

and--

Xiao Liulang turned to the last page, saw a big seal on it, and took a breath!

Wouldn't this be the national letter of the country of Yan?

The Yan Kingdom is the most powerful country in the Six Kingdoms, but who would have thought that it was only a lower country decades ago?

Suddenly one day, a powerful national teacher came to the country of Yan. He brought six major classics. It was with the secrets in the classics that the country of Yan sprang up like mushrooms after a rain.

The treatment of leprosy is also from the classics.

In the end, these six classics were sealed as national books and were kept in the Imperial Palace of Yan Kingdom, guarded day and night by hundreds of great masters.

If this national book is true, is the book in the Yan Kingdom's palace a fake?

Yes, it should be impossible, right? After all, Qing Kong is just a little monk who will faint.

Gu Jiao doesn't know what national book is not national book, but she can conclude that the simplified characters and high-number formulas in this book are not owned by this time and space.

Could it be that there are other transmigration seniors here?