Farmer's Little Girl

Chapter 1023

After leaving Mohui garden, there were many teenagers and children surrounded outside. Mr. Zhuang stopped, took out a handful of money from his purse and waved to the children.

When the first boy saw it, he immediately led a group of children Hula around.

Bai Shan and man baobai Erlang looked at him with a confused face. They didn't understand what his husband was going to do.

When Mr. Jiang saw it, he smiled and stood waiting for him.

Mr. Zhuang handed the money to the boy and said with a smile, "a good poem came out of it. It was named the top of the list. You run to the streets."

The boy answered happily.

Mr. Zhuang read Bai Shan's poem to them word by word. The boy read it twice. After confirming that there was no omission, he turned and asked the people around him, "do you remember it?"

"Remember." After that, one person read two sentences, and the next person took two sentences. Some children only remember one sentence when they are young, but they also remember it.

Seeing this, the young man nodded slightly and assured Mr. Zhuang, "don't worry, sir. We wrote it down. We don't know where the top of the list is. How old are you this year?"

"Guozi learned from Bai Shan. He is thirteen this year."

"Mr. White is so powerful," asked the boy after exaggerating his praise, "don't you pass on your native place?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "no, just pass on the son of the state to learn Bai Shan."

The boy wrote it down, stuffed the money given by Mr. Zhuang into his arms, greeted the little friends to avoid and discuss it. Soon he ran away happily along the street, reading a poem written by Bai Shan.

The three disciples who had never seen the world opened their mouths and looked at all this in shock.

When Mr. Zhuang saw it, he smiled apologetically at Mr. Jiang and said, "the children haven't seen the world. Let Mr. Jiang laugh."

Mr. Jiang took back his eyes and said with a smile, "juvenile innocence is rare, rare."

He was about to leave when he thought of something, "Hey, haven't you been in Beijing for months? Why don't they understand this at the moment?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "I used to think that they were young. There was no need to be eager for success, so I only detained them to study in the yard."

While walking, Mr. Jiang talked to Bai Shan, "it's still early to become famous. Don't feel embarrassed. Others want your age and your talent doesn't exist yet. Since you have something that others don't have, you should make good use of it, otherwise it's not a tyrant? "

The servants of the poetry club held out Mo Ju. Mr. Jiang was very happy to ask his servants to take it, and then took Mr. Zhuang to ride with him, leaving Bai Shan's three disciples to climb up their carriage with a confused face.

When the carriage came out, he could vaguely hear someone reading his poems in unison.

Man Bao and Bai Erlang looked at Bai Shan from left to right.

Bai Shan's face was thin and red. He asked angrily, "what am I doing?"

Man Bao feels that he has really grown up in the world today. "It turns out that fame is so popular."

Bai Shan's face was not so hot, so he thought, "no wonder scholars entering Beijing have to spend so much money. My former grandmother told me that if the money is not enough, ask Liu GUI for it. That's how the money is spent."

Man Bao and Bai Erlang look at him together.

Bai Shan looked back and said, "don't look. I haven't asked Liu GUI for silver. Now I still use my own money."

Bai Erlang turned his eyes and said, "then you say, if I ask my father for silver for this reason, will my father give it to me?"

"Will I give you a hammer?" Man Bao said, "how much money do you have? Your father can't figure it out? And your brother is still in the capital. Don't he know whether you spend money or not? "

Bai Shan: "moreover, if you want to spend so much money, you have to make good poetry first. When your cousin asks you for poetry, can you make it?"

"A squeeze can still be made."

Man Bao said, "if it's not good, it's better to keep yourself at the bottom of the box and take it out to spread. It will be humiliating."

Bai Shan nodded.

Bai Erlang thought for a moment and could only give up his great wish. He lay on the window and sighed: "I don't know when I can spend a lot of money and let people read my poems in the streets."

"You're still young. What's the hurry?" Man Bao said, "when you get older, you will have enough knowledge. Even if you don't have this talent, you can always make one or two good poems with your heart."

Bai Shan turned and asked man Bao, "do you want to be famous?"

Man Bao shook his head after thinking about it. "I don't want to be famous with poetry, I want to be famous with medicine."

Her eyes glittered and said, "I like the future. The streets and alleys say I'm a little miracle doctor."

Bai Erlang looked back, "why not a great doctor?"

"You are stupid, of course, because she is still young and can only be regarded as a little miracle doctor." Bai Shan turned to man Bao and said, "but I think you are more difficult than writing poetry."

Treating people is different from writing poetry. Writing poetry can rely on talent. If you work hard, you may come up with a good poem in a flash. It can cure the sick and save people, but it requires not only enough knowledge, but also experience and opportunities.

It's not that you can become a famous doctor after curing one or two patients, let alone a miracle doctor?

Bai Shan looked at man Bao up and down and said, "you're still young, and you still have to wait."

Man Bao is full of confidence. "I have learned medicine for many years. Don't worry. As long as I have a chance, I can fly to the sky."

Back in Changqing lane, Mr. Jiang carefully looked at the location of their home, wrote it down, and decided to come to the door from time to time in the future.

He and Mr. Zhuang met by chance when they were shopping in a bookstore. They were not at first sight. They just felt comfortable together and could talk about it together. But Mr. Zhuang seemed to have some concerns before. Apart from his name, he was not happy to tell them where he lived.

Therefore, Mr. Jiang is still looking forward to being invited by Mr. Zhuang today.

As soon as he entered the gate, Mr. Jiang looked around. Mr. Zhuang asked Mr. Jiang to enter the second hospital.

At the second hospital, Mr. Jiang was attracted by the potted plants placed under the corridor as soon as he entered.

This is a new one bought by man Bao and the sellers in the mall these two days. It's not for sale, but for his own appreciation.

Everyone likes to see beautiful flowers. Manbao doesn't choose any special color and variety this time. She thinks about what kind of flowers she likes and what kind of flowers Mr. Bai Shanhe likes, so she buys them and puts them in the corridor.

So now the flowers under the corridor are very normal, that is, the color is very colorful, it looks bright, and the mood will be happy.

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but be happy, but he was more sure that Mr. Zhuang's taste seemed a little vulgar. Most of these flowers were bright colors, mostly red and yellow.

Mr. Jiang looked down the corridor basin by basin, nodded and said, "Mr. Zhuang, the yard is very elegant."

Mr. Zhuang smiled at the three disciples and said with a smile, "these were arranged by the three children yesterday. They said it was going to be the festival. We should always celebrate some. Mr. Jiang, let's sit in the study?"