Wang Ping'an frowned. For him, he didn't like to go through this back door, and the impression of Xiantong Academy was not very good. If you don't go, you won't go. Xuzhou is not the only academy, so you can change your family!

But Wang Youcai was happy. He was not very knowledgeable, so he highly praised scholars with knowledge and hoped that his son could develop in this regard. Now he heard that he could enter the Xiantong Academy, the number one in Xuzhou, and was naturally happy. Before Wang Ping'an answered, he stood up and bowed to Ayi Ding and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ah, I have to worry more about my peace. I will thank you here first!"

Ayiding thought to himself: "I don't have the surname A, so I call me Master A, it's really awkward!" He smiled and stood up and returned the favor: "Brother Wang's business is mine, Master Wang is so polite!"

Cheng Jisheng whispered: "Actually, there is no need to do this. It is good to enter the academy, but there are some disadvantages..." He seemed to have something to say, but he saw Wang Youcai's happy expression, but he stopped talking and didn't say anything further.

When Wang Youcai was happy, he asked the servant to quickly hold a banquet in the flower hall and invite Cheng Jisheng and Ayi Ding to have a drink and have a heart-to-heart talk. Wang Ping'an no longer reads books, and there is no need for it anyway. He was happy and followed everyone to the flower hall, chatting and talking about interesting stories in Xuzhou.

After the banquet, Ayiding and Cheng Jisheng bid farewell and left. Before leaving, they told Wang Ping'an that Hamiti would come tomorrow. When they saw the two of them off, the man's social engagement came to an end. If it were a woman, she would come to the stage.

Yang ran over and said to Wang Ping'an with a happy look on his face: "Son, guess what did the man named A give?"

Wang Ping'an had just drunk a few glasses of wine. Although the amount of wine in the Tang Dynasty was not high, he was very excited after drinking it, and he smiled and said, "Ayi Ding is the name. The surname of the Hu people is different from that of our Han people. I guess he has the surname Ashina..."

"Ashina? That's still the surname!" Yang didn't care what Ayiding's surname was, and continued excitedly: "What did Ayiding give you, guess it, mom bet you won't bet!"

Wang Ping'an said: "Copper coins?"

Yang shook his head and said, "No, let's continue guessing."

"Gold, silver and jewelry?" Wang Ping'an guessed again.

Yang said, "This time is almost done!" She turned around and shouted, "Danruo, hurry up and take the gift and let the young master see!"

"Oh, here we come!" Ding Danruo agreed and quickly walked into the flower hall, holding a fur in his hand. The fur was snow-white all over and inlaid with gem buttons, which looked extremely luxurious.

Yang took the fur and asked Wang Ping'an to watch it. He said happily: "This is the best snow fur fur. I remember when I was a child, when the Yang family was not yet defeated, I also saw this kind of fur. The worst one is for thousands of guan. It depends on the best one given to you by the A-sen. At least 10,000 guan."

Touching the gorgeous fur, Yang's face was full of surprise and said, "Son, a piece of clothing worth ten thousand yuan per piece, the one with the surname A gave you twelve pieces. How much do you think it's worth?"

This is really a big deal. Ayi Ding is really rich! Wang Ping'an thought seriously and said, "One piece is ten thousand coins, twelve pieces are... sixty thousand coins?"

"This child is also joking with his mother, it's 120,000 yuan!" Yang compared the fur on Wang Ping'an and said, "When my son goes to Beijing, I will wear this one and let them see it. We Xuzhou people are not much worse than them!"

Wang Ping'an suddenly laughed and said, "Mom, Hamiti is coming tomorrow. He is even richer. The gift he gave might be better at that time. Maybe there are furs, so it's better than this one!"

Yang suddenly remembered Hamiti and said in surprise and joy: "That's right? Hamiti has money. My son saves his life. The gift he gives must be even more expensive!" The old lady immediately looked forward to tomorrow's gift. The one with the surname A gave 120,000 yuan. How many people with the surname Ha can give?

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Being a doctor is OK, money comes quickly! Mom, look at your clothes slowly, I'll go to the study to rest for a while."

Yang was still thinking about tomorrow's gift and agreed absent-mindedly.

Wang Ping'an returned to the study room, and the little girl Ding Danruo followed in and asked, "Young Master, do you want to sleep for a while, or read a book before going to sleep?"

"It's not very tired." Wang Ping'an sat at the desk, and was stunned for a while, thinking: "If you don't take the Jinshi and take the medical subject, then reading the Four Books and Five Classics will be meaningless. On the contrary, medical books are important. Now, people ask me where to learn medical skills, which is easy to deal with. Just say that I have forgotten which book I read. You can go to Chang'an and ask me this again, and I can't use this excuse anymore. Just write a book by myself and organize the knowledge I have learned. Maybe I can publish it in the future and it will be famous in history!"

He spread the paper and picked up the pen to write. Seeing that he worked hard, Ding Danruo did not dare to disturb him, so he lit sandalwood for him, brewed a pot of fragrant tea, and went out quietly.

The next morning, Yang went to the gatehouse again, sat on the bench, and waited for Hamiti. When the servant guarding the gatehouse saw the old lady coming again, he had to go out of the gate with a broom and sweep the floor again with a broom.

This time, Old Lady Yang didn't wait long. Just after breakfast time, a team of carriages came to Xuzhou City, with a long string of cars in front and back, with as many as seven! When the concierge saw it, he hurried back and shouted: "Madam, Hamiti is here, I know his carriage!"

Yang walked out of the gate and saw the dust flying. The convoy had arrived in front of the door. She was surprised and happy. Yesterday, Ayi Ding came and brought only one car of gifts, worth 120,000 yuan. Today, Hamiti came and brought seven cars. Even if there was one car, there were still six cars carrying gifts! The big businessman was a big businessman, and he was generous when he took action!

Yang smiled like a flower on his face, and he casually scolded the doorman: "If you want to call Mr. Ha, you dare to call Mr. Ha directly. You are so brave. Look at me, don't discount your dog's legs!"

The concierge stuck out his tongue and stepped aside, thinking: "That day, the man named Ha came to see a doctor, and you almost tormented the other person to death. Today, he came to give a gift. I called my name and you would have to discount my legs!"

The convoy stopped in front of the gate of the Wang House. As soon as the door of the second carriage opened, a servant came down. The servant was holding a rectangular wooden bench and ran to the first carriage. He placed the rectangular wooden bench in front of the door, and then opened the carriage door.

Hamiti leaned out of the car, holding a jade-like hand in his hand. His illness was cured and he regained his temperament as a rich merchant again. He was no longer the way he looked like he was dying the day before yesterday! With the help of the servant, Hami took off the carriage and smiled at Yang from afar and said, "Hey, isn't this Mrs. Wang? You're in the early morning, what are you going to do?"

If this style was put in the past, Yang would have to spit out a spell. What kind of stinking? He would have to move away and be proud of my house. But today she was not disgusted and came forward with a smile and said, "I'm going to buy vegetables, but I thought I would meet Mr. Ha as soon as I went out. It's such a coincidence!"

The concierge grinned from behind and thought to himself, "Madam, you're looking for this excuse is too bad. We have to buy one farm in our house, so we have to buy vegetables? I'm afraid you've never bought a single vegetable in your life."

Hamiti was stunned. He obviously didn't understand what it was about buying vegetables, but he didn't ask more questions. He smiled and said, "Mrs. Wang, the little miracle doctor cured me the day before yesterday. I came to thank me today. I wonder if the little miracle doctor is in the mansion?"

"I'm here, my son is at home now!" Yang was even happier when he heard the word "gift". She looked at the six carriages behind her and said in a luminous look: "Ha, come here, you have brought these many gifts, and you have taken them all back, and we have nothing to lack in our family, so we don't need these!"

The concierge grinned even louder and said to himself: "If Mr. Ha really takes the gift back, I'm afraid you'll turn your back immediately, Mrs.!"

Hamiti said, followed Yang's gaze, glanced at the carriage behind him, and shook his head, "Mrs. Wang has misunderstood. These are not gifts for the little genius doctor!"

The concierge thought to himself: "It's broken, the lady is about to turn against you!"

Sure enough, the smile on Yang's face slowly disappeared, but his brows frowned.

Hamiti turned around, reached into the car, and smiled and said, "I want to give the gift to the little miracle doctor, but it's still in the car!"

Attachment: Dietary prescription for liver wind, phlegm and heat-Canadian Ma Zhuli Porridge

Source: Folk medicinal recipe

Raw materials: 10 grams of Gastrodia elata made from ginger, 35 grams of bamboo juice, 100 grams of japonica rice, and 30 grams of white sugar.

Method: Wash the Gastrodia elata, cut it into thin slices, put it in a casserole and cook the porridge together. When the porridge is cooked, add bamboo juice and white sugar. Pick off the Gastrodia elata slices and eat porridge, 1-2 times a day. Eat it for 7 days in a row of treatment.
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