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.nhuatang. Xiang Mingxue, who was reading in the room, heard the conversation in the yard and couldn't help but put down his book and looked at the master and apprentice through the window.

Mr. Zhuang lowered his head to look into his disciple's shining eyes and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He considered walking in the yard. He had also hesitated in his heart whether it was right to let Man Bao go further and further on the path of studying medicine.

Especially after she increasingly showed her talent in reading and understanding of worldly affairs.

But all the hesitation disappeared when the child looked up at the stars and made a wish that she would become the most powerful doctor in the world and save lives and heal the wounded.

Mr. Zhuang turned around twice, and after careful consideration, he said: "Manbao, the three of you have lived in Qili Village since you were young, and you don't know much about the outside world. And you are in a simpler environment than Bai Shan and Bai Cheng. There are some things.

My husband never taught you anything, and your family loves you so much, so there are some things you haven’t experienced yet."

Manbao listened carefully.

"In the outside world, people are divided into three, six or nine grades."

Man Bao nodded and said, "I know that there are scholars, peasants, industrialists, and merchants, as well as slaves and maidservants, who are sinners."

Mr. Zhuang smiled, shook his head slightly and said, "You said it so easily, obviously you don't know."

Man Bao looked at Mr. Zhuang doubtfully.

Mr. Zhuang then touched her head and said: "Let's put it this way, the world thinks that witch doctors, musicians, musicians and all kinds of craftsmen are despised by gentlemen. Doctors are among the hundreds of craftsmen and are craftsmen, and their status is still lower than that of businessmen."

Man Bao opened his mouth wide, and it took him a while to find a reason to refute, "No, businessmen don't have officials, but we doctors do."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and nodded, "You are right to say that, so doctors are not registered in the register like other craftsmen and are recruited by the government."

You must know that craftsmen are very hardworking, they have to be registered, and they often have to work for the public for free. Sometimes they are recruited for free by large-scale enterprises.

For example, when it comes to military service, there are regulations on the number of days that farmers, that is, common people, have to serve each year. Generally, local officials will not and dare not delay for too long.

Otherwise, what should we do if the labor is too hard and the common people will attack in groups and start an uprising?

But not for craftsmen. If there is a big road to be built, craftsmen will be recruited; if water conservancy is to be built, craftsmen will be recruited; if a palace is to be built, craftsmen will be recruited; if a war is to be fought, craftsmen will be recruited...

Some craftsmen were drafted for two or three years, and some were even dragged to another place and constantly seconded. Their families could not be found at all. Sometimes they had been away from home for more than ten or twenty years when they were returned to their hometowns.

Mr. Zhuang said: "There are fewer now, but in the past, if there was a big war and there were no doctors in the army, the army would recruit doctors from local areas."

Once you join the army, you are a military doctor. You cannot just run away. If you run away, you are a deserter and will be beheaded.

He said: "Being able to go from being a military doctor to the Imperial Hospital, and also being able to return to his hometown to be recuperated from the Imperial Hospital, there is only one Imperial Physician Fan in several dynasties."

Man Bao vaguely understood, "So the status of doctors is actually very low."

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, "And you are still a female doctor. In the eyes of the world, your status is even lower. However, educated people will be more polite to doctors and will not get angry easily."

There are people like the prince who casually draw swords and kill people, but they are rare.

"Mrs. Cheng Er was polite to you before because you are a doctor and you want to treat her. If you are more polite, it will be easier to get along with you in the future." Mr. Zhuang said, "Now I respect you. I think, firstly, because you already have the right to treat her."

It’s different. Although your father is a posthumous gift, he has a righteousness and you have a filial piety. You are also educated and literate, so you can be a scholar. And you, a loyal minister, are still willing to do this to save lives and heal the wounded, so you are naturally worthy of respect."

Man Bao was thoughtful.

"So you see, not all people in this world follow strict rules. There are people in this world who see clearly like Mrs. Cheng, and naturally there are also people who can't see these and only accept the rigid rules in this world.

You will meet more people in the future, and there will be all kinds of people.”

Mr. Zhuang said: "These people may recognize you as a 'scholar', or they may only recognize you as a 'doctor.' But no matter what others think, you are what you think you are."

Man Bao thought for a long time and said, "I consider myself a doctor, and I can also be a scholar, but I don't think medicine is inferior to a scholar."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "That's right."

He smiled and touched her head, "Being a teacher can barely be considered a scholar. Your father and brothers are farmers. In your mind, do we have a higher or lower status among us?"

Man Bao shook his head in embarrassment, "No."

"This is how people live in the world. The rules are set by people. But in this world, how can there be a scholar who is only a close friend of a scholar, a farmer who is only friends with a farmer, and a businessman who is only friends with a businessman?" Mr. Zhuang said: "

You will meet more people in the future. Some people will have the same attitude towards you from beginning to end, and there will also be people who are constantly changing. You don’t have to worry about these changes, let alone change yourself because of these changes.

Do you understand the original intention?"

Man Bao nodded repeatedly, "Stick to yourself and never forget your original intention."

Mr. Zhuang nodded approvingly. He liked to teach such disciples. He could understand everything at once. He got excited about the conversation and sat down on the chair to talk to her more thoroughly.

"The distinction between nobles and nobles in this world is just a rule specially made by some smart people to restrain fools because they want to gain. This is something that has been around since the Xia and Shang Dynasties. Of course, we flesh-and-blood people cannot change this rule.

." He said: "But the heart is our own. Just keep some things in your heart. If you don't feel humble, then you are not humble. This is your integrity."

Man Bao then held up her face and started thinking, digesting what her husband had taught her today.

Xiang Mingxue in the room was also dumbfounded. He held the book tightly. He didn't know how long it took before he came back to his senses when a shouting sound came from outside. He looked out and saw Bai Erlang holding the book.

Book Basket rushed into the yard cheering all the way, Bai Shan followed closely behind...

Man Bao, who had been thinking, was also startled. She turned her head to look at the two of them and asked, "What are you doing?"

Bai Erlang and Bai Shan immediately bowed to their husband and then rushed to Man Bao together. They asked with bright eyes: "Man Bao, where is your horse?"

Man Bao: "...how do you know?"

Bai Shandao: "When we came back, we stopped at Jishi Hall. We thought you hadn't come back. But Xiao Shao said you bought a horse and came back on your own. Where is your horse? Is it in the front yard?"

Bai Erlang also looked at her with interest.

Man Bao: "..."

She hesitated for a while, but she still said bravely under the shining eyes of two people, no, three people: "If I said that I gave the pony to someone else, would you believe it?"
Chapter completed!