The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Yun Yanhui and his party stayed in Puguanze until the evening before returning, and even tried rafting. The lake in Puguanze is quite clear, the reeds next to it have been preserved, the dock has been repaired, and long winding wooden stakes have been erected in the shallow area for playing.

"You have worked so hard, my colleagues, the victory is right in front of you," Yun Yan replied meaningfully after the inspection, "If it succeeds in a few months, then this may also be just the beginning."

The person in charge of the project stayed for a while, "Please also ask the governor to make it clear."

Yun Yan replied: "If the situation is good, then we will expand development and continue to build the second and third phases of the project."

The man was very happy, "This is a great thing. We will soon be repaired here, and many farmers are reluctant to do it. You don't need to serve during the work here, and you can get paid for it. You can earn more than farming. No I know how many people are willing to come. If I know there will be work to be done in the future, I am afraid that I will die of happiness."

"Work towards this goal," Yun Yan smiled back, "Especially you people who take the lead. You said that in the future, if we have to open a garden in another mansion, we don't have to rely on you experienced people. Right?"

Everyone did not expect that when they were still thinking about how successful they would be after opening, Yun Yanhui had already thought about going to the opening of the garden, and could only express his conviction.

On the way back, everyone was dangling in the carriage. Yun Yan asked Zhao Yunchu his thoughts, "Little Chu, what do you think of today?"

Zhao Yunchu thought for a while: "The Fengqing Street is very unique and will definitely be popular. I think it is actually like a relatively simple international food festival, which can be opened every day. The viewing platform is not very visible in winter. The flower field is not finished yet, but the snow scene alone is good..."

"I'm not talking about these opinions," Yun Yan interrupted him back, "I want to ask about your mood and feelings today."

"Ah..." Zhao Yunchu didn't know why he wanted to ask this. Although he was a little hopeless, his heart jumped abruptly. Then he thought of Ge Yan's barbecue for him at noon. In the afternoon, they went boating on the lake together and went to watch. Enjoy the snow on the viewing platform...

Zhao Yunchu then bowed his head shyly, "I am very happy today, it is so beautiful here."

"That's good." Yun Yan replied, "It seems that the satisfaction of female tourists should be very high..."

Zhao Yunchu: "..."

...

With the approval of the officials, the Imperial Medical Bureau launched a three-day free clinic outside the palace at the end of January, mainly for ordinary people who can't afford the disease. The concubines and officials also donated some medicinal materials.

After learning of the good news, although there was no publicity in the newspaper, many people flocked to see a doctor if they were sick, and if they were not sick, they came to check their pulse and ask for peace.

In such a big battle, Yun Yan didn't say hello before, and the Tokyo Daily had to send reporters quickly. Outside the shed supported by the Imperial Medical Bureau, there was a crowd of people.

People from Kaifeng Mansion are standing by to maintain order. Because there are not many people in the Imperial Medical Bureau, they are also responsible for registering. There are too many people, it is easy to be confused and cause disputes without registration.

Obviously, although he is not a member of the Imperial Medical Bureau, as a visiting professor, he still participated in this activity.

Xiaobao also sat at a table alone, and consulted others. These students have a medical record on hand, which records the patient's basic information, medical conditions, and pulse records. The teachers will review it after the diagnosis and treatment. And they must be recorded and kept as usual grades.

Yun Yanhui's family is here, Zheng Ling is also here, and Zhao Yunchu, who has been sticking together in Yunyanhui recently.

Yun Yan still asked for leave today. It was originally not his day off, but in order to see his younger brother's internship, even if he asked for leave, he still had to come. The demolition office wanted to drag him, but he didn't agree. "

Shuang Yi whispered: "Brother Yan is busy enough on weekdays, and he still pushes three and four when he wants to rest, and I don't want to think that Brother Yan is tired."

"Oh, my sister loves me." Yun Yan said back.

When Zhao Yunchu heard it, he asked, "What is Shuang Yi up to recently?"

Shuangyi has gone out less every day in the past two years. He used to go out to wander around the rivers and lakes. He is a famous local boss... No, the master, because there are fewer opponents, so he is idle.

Shuangyi: "Oh, I'm still idle. Aniang always tells me to think about what to do. I don't want to go to Yusunhongzhong if I have any ideas."

This kind of "leisure" has caused Shuangyi to have a somewhat irregular income. Although she has always refused to admit that it is a protection fee...but there are indeed many people in the community who will give her some money and gifts, and some try to give her directly , And some will pass Fu Yunfeng.

Yun Yan replied with emotion: "You were also born here. If you are under work pressure, can you be so free?"

Shuangyi thought he was talking about the kind of female households and businesswomen who wanted to support their own families, but Yun Yan said that after thousands of years, girls also have employment problems. They have to compete in the workplace and have more occupations. , And even have to fight for positions with men.

However, it is better for a girl to have a career of her own. In the past, Shuangyi was busy flattening the local martial arts. Now that she is a little lonely and begging for defeat, she has nothing to do. Yun Yanhui also wondered if she was called Shuangyi. Should I develop other hobbies?

Zheng Ling said to the side: "Hurry up to marry a child and you won't be free, please hurry up and find..."

There are people between Shuang Yi and Zheng Ling. She probed over to look at Zheng Ling, "What are you doing?"

Zheng Ling: "Don't do my business, but my dad is recommending a clansman to marry you... If it weren't for the difference between us, I would have almost ordered me!"

"That won't work!" Shuang Yi was unhappy, "My last name is Zheng too!"

However, firstly, she is the daughter of a married woman, and secondly, she is an adopted daughter. Zheng Ling whispered: "Don't tell me these things. I think the officials seem to be quite tempted. I think it's a good thing."

"It's okay, it's okay if we don't agree, it's A-niang, and won't agree with you to jump back into the fire pit." Yun Yan replied comfortingly.

Zheng Ling: "..."

He couldn't even refute it, saying it was a fire pit or something, isn't it?

Zheng Ling dragged Yun Yan back to the topic of dejection: "Brother Yan, by the way, I heard that the Imperial Medical Bureau wants to do a medical doctor?"

Yun Yan replied: "Do you know all this?"

Zheng Ling Wangtian: "Everyone knows! These little transparents who are not taken seriously are always in a group for warmth, and exchange ideas."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Yun Yan returned to mad sweat, because Zheng Ling learned his tone well.

It seems that in ancient times, in addition to bringing some benefits to everyone in advance, he will also leave some unexpected things, that is, various modern vocabulary, Internet terms...

Imagine that a few years later, the modern Chinese dictionary is “little transparent”: “little transparent” originated from the Northern Song Dynasty. It was originally a self-deprecating name for some undervalued departments, but it gradually came to say that the status of all industries is not high. People. Example: Xiao Ming is just a little transparent barber, and not many people ask him to get his hair done.

Just thinking about it, Yun Yan felt sour and refreshing.

Yun Yan wiped his sweat back and said, "I don't know that there is still this relationship. Why, do you think it is impossible to do it?"

In fact, after the establishment of the historical hospital, it did not take long before it went bankrupt. At this time, the profession of doctors is really unpopular, and there are very few taxis willing to enroll, and most of them are miscellaneous.

Obviously it is an industry that rescues the dying and the wounded, but it has not received the treatment it deserves. On the contrary, it is generally regarded by scholars as those who sell their own skills. They are all in the second class when they are officials, and they are excluded by mainstream officials.

There are very few people who can be respected like knowingly, and they are obviously not full-time doctors at all.

Just say that now, Xiaobao and the others have a very small number of people in the Imperial Medical Bureau, and they are divided into majors, including small and medium pulses, acupuncture, ulcers, etc., on average, there are fewer professionals per person, which reminds Yun Yan. In modern times, there is only one person in the whole grade.

Unlike Yun Yan, he studied a lot of professionals, but after working, he found that the turnover rate was also very high. Only about one-third of the people who entered the industry with him at the beginning persisted.

"It's their business to do it well..." Zheng Ling said, "That is, I have an idea, then I will start painting school..."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "Wow, you little transparent ambitions are so big! You know that even your own admission to the Hanlin Art Academy was blocked by your family, and it was hard to succeed, right?"

Zheng Ling blushed and insisted: "It is because of my own experience that I want to run a painting school so that more people can learn and understand painting."

Yun Yan replied: "Well, I think you still have a chance. The admissions of the Imperial Medical Bureau is vigorously promoted by Fan Xianggong, and if you are lucky, you don't need a pathfinder, because the officials know how to paint and love painting, as long as Just persuade him."

"Yes..." Zheng Ling looked at Yun Yan and said back.

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Zheng Ling: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "...Damn, isn't it?!"

Zheng Ling looked at him "with affection", "Just persuade the officials...it's easy, what you said."

Yun Yan replied: "I am going to change my mind. I think it is impossible. You young painters were arrested for painting murals last time. Now the voluntary labor punishment has not been finished, do you remember?"

Zheng Ling: "..."

Zhao Yunchu was always happy to see Zheng Ling's bad luck, and pulled Yun Yan back to his side a little, fanning the wind and saying: "Feibo, you've grown up too, don't bother Yan Ge for everything. You have to learn. Isn’t it enough that Yan Ge'er has taken you to open the shop with you?"

Zheng Ling was furious, "You guys don't sow discord!"

Not to mention, Yun Yan also felt that the image of Zhao Yunchu just now looked like a provocative...madam?

Yun Yan replied: "Oh, forget it, don't make any noise. I think about it, this supply is due to demand..." He looked around, saw the "Tokyo Daily" reporter, pondered for a moment, and said , "Let's find your colleague and create... a comic strip."

Zheng Ling: "Comic?"

Let alone other people, it was Zheng Ling, the Hanlin of the Academy of Fine Arts who was waiting for him, and he didn't understand the meaning of comic strips.