The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 677 - 666: Courage

Chapter 677: Chapter 666: Courage

Zhou SiLang also listened once and then smacked his lips, saying, "Then this matter has nothing to do with us, right? Just forget about it. How come your faces looked so terrible when you came back?"

Bai Shan then told them also about County Magistrate Tang’s warning, then turned to Mr. Zhuang and asked, "Teacher, what do you think we should do?"

"What else can we do, of course we go home," Zhou SiLang immediately stood up and said, "Sir, do you think we should leave tomorrow or pack up and leave after a couple of days?"

Both of these people were not ones they could afford to offend.

Mr. Zhuang then looked at Bai Shan and Manbao and asked, "What about you two, do you want to leave in your hearts?"

Both shook their heads together.

Mr. Zhuang then looked at Bai Erlang and asked, "What about you?"

Bai Erlang blinked and asked, "What does this have to do with me? If Teacher leaves, of course I’ll follow. If he doesn’t leave, they can’t find me to hold responsible, can they?"

Mr. Zhuang then pointed at Manbao and Bai Shan and said, "Anyone connected to these two is involved. Moreover, you’re their Junior Brother. They can bribe you with benefits, threaten you, or intimidate you—there are plenty of ways."

Bai Erlang opened his mouth wide, then got annoyed and said, "If that’s the case, they’re too detestable. I’m not leaving!"

Mr. Zhuang then smiled, nodded his head and said, "Then we will not leave."

Zhou SiLang was dumbfounded now, "Why not, that’s the Prince of Yizhou’s residence we’re talking about. Getting into a conflict with the niece of his wife, aren’t we just asking to be at a disadvantage?"

Mr. Zhuang reassured him with a smile, "Not necessarily. Yizhou City isn’t dominated by the Prince of Yizhou Family alone. Besides, it’s just the nephew of the Prince of Yizhou’s wife, not the son of the Prince of Yizhou. There’s no need to worry."

While saying this, the cook had boiled the mugwort water.

Mr. Zhuang hurried the two of them to go bathe and change clothes, and Bai Erlang was also driven out. It was then that he said to Zhou SiLang, "There are many kinds of dangers in this world. Some should be avoided, while others need not be feared. Moreover, they are still young men; how can they do without some courage?"

Zhou SiLang looked puzzled.

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Today, when he saw people quarreling, he avoided it. That kind of danger is unnecessary to approach, so he was right; Ji Hao was being dragged by a horse, isn’t that danger far more serious than the former? Yet he still chased after the horse to save a life. It was right to face such dangers without fear."

"Naturally, there’s no need to shy away from the potential danger of the Ying Family either," Mr. Zhuang said with a light smile. "Bai Shan is still a student of the Prefectural School; if he hides at home because of this small danger, how can he serve as an official in the future?"

"You should know that there are dangers everywhere in the official circles," Mr. Zhuang said, "once a person becomes used to avoiding danger, they become timid."

Zhou SiLang listened in a daze, not quite understanding, but still engraved these words firmly in his heart.

Not to mention Zhou Lijun, who was standing by the door.

Daji bowed deeply to Mr. Zhuang and then retired to take a bath. He too was covered in blood, with the smell of it even stronger than on Bai Shan, because after all, it was he who had carried Ji Hao to the medical tent.

Mr. Zhuang waited until they all went down, then stroked his beard and pondered.

What County Magistrate Tang hadn’t had the time to tell them was that the Pei Family’s daughter had already died, leaving only Ying Wenhai as the sole child, hence the Pei Family was very fond of this grandson.

However, Mr. Zhuang was betting that the Prince of Yizhou didn’t want to seriously offend the Ji Family. Compared with the Ying Family, nowadays the Ji Family was flourishing in the imperial court. Not to mention Ji Xiang himself, there were also three sons and one grandson who were serving as officials.

Even if their official ranks were not high, the influence that could be strung together by them was not something the Ying Family could contend against.

In front of the Ji Family, the only advantage the Ying Family had was the Prince of Yizhou.

After Manbao finished washing her head and bath, Zhou Lijun immediately stepped forward to dry her hair, asking softly, "Miss, should Fourth Uncle and I also stay at home and not go out?"

Manbao thought for a moment and said, "Keep doing what you were doing before. As long as Ji Hao is still alive, it shouldn’t be a big problem. If he... *cough cough*, then you should go home and grab some local produce, stay home for a bit longer."

"But what if something happens to you guys here?"

"Nothing will happen," Manbao said, "The Ji Family are not blind or deaf. They won’t let the Ying Family do whatever they want."

Bai Erlang asked, "Can we still go out to the Double Ninth Festival?"

"Yes, why not?" said Bai Shan, who had also come out from the bath, with his wet hair draped over him, huffing, "I’m still going to school tomorrow, and I’m going to Qixia Mountain to buy horses. Just do what we should do. I don’t believe the Ying Family dares to do anything to me."

He said, "Ji Hao has a cheap mouth, but his hands and feet aren’t cheap. Ying Wenhai was so vicious both times he made a move, huh."

Manbao and Bai Erlang thought about it and realized that it was true. Last time at the Prefectural School, even though Ji Hao had a cheap mouth and shouted about beating them up, he never actually laid his hands or feet on them—instead, it was them who had pushed and kicked him.

All three of them sighed in unison. After all, he was someone they knew, such a vivid life. Manbao asked Keke, "Does the market have that anti-inflammatory medicine that Teacher Mo mentioned?"

"No," Keke said, "That is an antique medicine now. Nowadays, when people get injured, they just lie in a healing pod. Whether it’s medical injections or other treatments, they’re directly supplied through the healing pod."

Manbao had seen the pictures and prices of the healing pods, and the fees for the procedures, far beyond current technology, were even more expensive than the pods themselves.

She gave up on that idea and instead asked, "Since the anti-inflammatory medicine is antiquated, could I find instructions on how to make it?"

Keke immediately lined up over twenty books and said, "Welcome to purchase."

It then dumped those twenty-something books into the shopping cart and then searched out two rows of books that appeared endless, saying, "These are the materials needed to make the medicines. I think before you consider cultivating a safe anti-inflammatory medicine, you might have to read these books first."

Manbao counted and realized she couldn’t count them all, so she simply gave up, "Just tell me how many books there are."

"Not many, just eighty-nine," Keke said.

Manbao glanced at the thickness of one of the books and said in her mind, "Forget it, I should give up the idea of taking flight and just climb steadily instead."

Although a bit regretful, Keke had to admit that the host’s decision was the right one.

Medicine is a field that continues to develop, but it’s not just medicine that evolves in this world; everything requires the right environment for development, otherwise, the outcome may be the opposite of what’s intended.

For example, the practice of ulcer medicine has existed since ancient times. Doctor Fan was originally famous as an ulcer doctor before having the opportunity to become renowned as a master of external injuries by following the army.

Even though he was named a master of external injuries, in reality, not many among the nobles and imperial physicians who knew his background truly respected him, especially the famous medical practitioners who didn’t honor him as much as they did other imperial physicians.

This is because doctors who treated external injuries have always been low in status. Doctor Fan only managed to become an imperial physician because he had once saved the former Emperor.

Otherwise, he would still be at the frontline as a military doctor. In the eyes of other physicians, treating abscesses, ulcers, fractures, and other external injuries, as well as surgical methods requiring incisions, were too crude. They were too damaging to the body and not seen as the right approach to healing.

Although Doctor Ji was not an imperial physician, his treatment in the Ji Family was the same as Doctor Fan’s.