Yun Yanhui and his group stayed in Puguanze until the evening before going back, and even tried rafting. The lake in Puguanze is quite clear, the reeds next to it have been preserved, the pier has been built, and long winding wooden stakes have been built in the shallows for play.
"It's hard work, my colleagues, victory is just around the corner," Yun Yan replied meaningfully after the inspection, "If it succeeds in a few months, then this may be just the beginning."
The person in charge of the project stayed for a while, "Also ask the official to express it."
Yunyan replied: "If the situation is good, then we will expand the development and continue to build the second and third phases of the project."
The man was quite happy, "This is a good thing. We are almost finished here, and many farmers are reluctant to do so. While working here, they don't have to serve in the military, and they still get wages, which is much more than farming, no I know how many people are willing to come. If I know that there is still work in the future, I am afraid that I will die of joy."
"Work hard towards this goal," Yun Yan smiled back, "Especially those of you who took the lead. You said that in the future, if we have to open a branch in another house, we will not have to rely on you experienced people. ?"
No one expected that when they were still thinking about how successful they would be after opening, Yun Yanhui had already thought about opening a branch, and could only express his conviction.
On the way back, everyone rode around in the carriage, and Yun Yan asked Zhao Yunchu how he felt, "Xiaochu, how do you feel today?"
Zhao Yunchu thought for a while: "Fengqing Street is very unique, and it will be very popular. I think it is actually like a relatively simple international food festival, and it 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 also good…”
"I'm not talking about these opinions," Yun Yan interrupted him, "I just wanted to ask you about your mood and feelings today."
"Ah..." Zhao Yunchu didn't know why he asked this. Although he was a little hopeless, his heart jumped abruptly, and then he thought of Brother Yan's barbecue for him at noon. Snow on stage…
Zhao Yunchu bowed his head shyly, "I'm very happy today, it's so beautiful here."
"That's good." Yun Yan replied to himself, "It seems that the satisfaction of the female tourist group 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 city at the end of January, mainly for ordinary people who could not afford to see a doctor. Concubines and officials also donated some medicinal materials.
After learning the good news, although it was not published in the newspapers, many people flocked to see a doctor when they were sick, and they came to check the pulse and ask for safety.
With such a big battle, Yun Yan didn't say hello before, so Tokyo Daily had to send a reporter quickly. Outside the shed supported by the Imperial Medical Bureau, it was crowded with people.
The people from Kaifeng House were there to maintain order. Since there were not many people in the Imperial Medical Bureau, they were also responsible for helping to register. There are too many people, and it is easy to get confused and cause disputes without registering.
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 to diagnose patients. These students have a medical record book on hand, which records the patient's basic information, medical condition, and pulse record. The teachers will review it after the diagnosis and treatment. And they must be recorded and retained as the usual grades.
Yun Yanhui's family is here, Zheng Ling is also here, and Zhao Yunchu, who has been sticking with Yun Yanhui recently.
Yun Yanhui still asked for leave today. It wasn't his rest day, but in order to see his brother's internship, he had to come even if he asked for leave. The Demolition Office wanted to drag him, but he didn't agree. "
Shuang Yi whispered: "Brother Yan is busy enough on weekdays, but he still pushes three and four when he wants to rest, and he doesn't think about how tired Brother Yan is."
"Oh, my sister hurts me." Yun Yan replied.
When Zhao Yunchu heard it, he asked, "What is Sister Shuangyi busy with recently?"
In the past two years, Shuang Yi has gone out less every day. In the past, he used to go out and wander around the world. He was a well-known boss in the local area... No, master, because he has fewer rivals, he is also idle.
Shuang Yi: "Oh, I'm still idle. A-niang always asks me to think about what to do. I don't want to go to Jade Bamboo Shoot if I have any ideas."
This kind of "loafing" has caused Shuangyi to have some irregular income, although she has always refused to admit that it is a protection fee... But it is true that many people from all corners of the world will give her some money and gifts, and some try to give her directly, Some will pass through Fu Yunfeng.
Yun Yan sighed: "You were born here. If you have work pressure, can you be so idle?"
Shuang Yi thought he was talking about the kind of female households and businesswomen who want to support their own families, but what Yun Yan said was that thousands of years later, girls will also have employment problems. To compete in the workplace, there are more occupations available. , and even compete with men for jobs.
However, it is better for girls to have a bit of their own career. In the past, Shuang Yi was busy with the local martial arts, but now she is a little lonely and has nothing to do. Yun Yanhui also wondered if she was called Shuang Yi. Should you develop some other hobbies
Zheng Ling said on the side: "If you get married and have children, you won't be idle. I beg you to find it sooner..."
There are people between Shuang Yi and Zheng Ling, she looked over at Zheng Ling, "What are you doing?"
Zheng Ling: "Don't do my business, but my grandfather is recommending someone to marry you... If it weren't for the difference between us, I would have almost ordered me!"
"That doesn't work either!" Shuang Yi was unhappy, "My surname is Zheng too!"
However, she is the daughter of a married woman, and she is still an adopted daughter, so there is not so much to pay attention to. Zheng Ling whispered: "Don't tell me this, I think the official family seems to be quite tempted, and I think it's a good thing."
"It's alright, it's alright, we just don't agree, even A-Niang wouldn't agree with you jumping 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, wasn't it
Zheng Ling dragged Yun Yan back and changed the subject dejectedly: "Brother Yan, by the way, I heard that the Imperial Medical Bureau wants to run an imperial medicine?"
Yun Yan replied: "You know all this?"
Zheng Ling Wangtian: "Everyone knows it! We, these little transparents who are not valued, always hug together to keep warm and communicate with each other."
Yunyan replied: "..."
Yun Yan went back to sweating madly because Zheng Ling had learned his tone.
It seems that in ancient times, in addition to bringing some benefits to everyone in advance, he also left some unexpected things, that is, various modern vocabulary, Internet terms...
Just imagine, a few years later, the modern Chinese dictionary explained the meaning of "small transparency": "small transparency" originated in the Northern Song Dynasty. It was originally a self-deprecating name for some departments that were not valued in private. people. Example: Xiao Ming is just a small transparent barber, and not many people ask him to perm his hair.
Just thinking about it like this made Yun Yanhui feel particularly sour.
Yun Yan wiped her sweat back and said, "I don't know that there is such a relationship. Why, do you think it is unlikely to be solved?"
In fact, after the establishment of the imperial medicine in history, it did not take long for it to close down. At this time, the profession of doctor is really not popular, and there are very few scholars willing to enroll, and most of them are miscellaneous.
Obviously it is an industry that saves the dying and the wounded, but it does not receive the treatment it deserves. On the contrary, it is generally considered by the scholars to belong to those who sell their own skills. Those who become officials belong to the second class and are excluded by mainstream officials.
There are very few people who can be respected like Ming, and he is not a full-time doctor at all, but is proficient in medical skills, and often gives free medicine for diagnosis and treatment.
Let's just say that now, Xiaobao and the others have very few people in the Imperial Medical Bureau, and they are divided into majors, such as large and small Fangmai, acupuncture, ulcer, etc. On average, there are fewer professionals per person, which reminds Yunyan. Some modern majors have only one person for an entire grade.
Unlike Yun Yanhui, he has learned a lot of professionals, but after working, he found that the rate of change of career is also very high. Only about one-third of the people who entered the industry with him at the beginning persisted.
"Whether it can be done well is their business..." Zheng Ling said, "that is, I have an idea, then start a painting school..."
Yunyan replied: "..."
Yun Yan replied: "Wow, you little transparent ambitions are so big! You know that even your family stopped you from entering the Hanlin Painting Academy. You finally succeeded, right?"
Zheng Ling blushed and insisted: "It is precisely because of my own experience that I want to start 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 was vigorously promoted by Fan Xianggong, and you are lucky, you don't need a trailblazer, because the official family knows how to paint and love painting, as long as Just convince him."
"Yeah..." Zheng Ling looked at Yun Yan and replied.
Yunyan replied: "..."
Zheng Ling: "..."
Yun Yan replied: "...Damn, isn't it?!"
Zheng Ling looked at him "emotionally", "Just convince the officials... As you said, it's easy."
Yun Yan replied, "I'm going to change my mind. I don't think it's possible. You young painters were only arrested for painting murals last time, and now the voluntary labor punishment has not been completed, do you remember?"
Zheng Ling: "..."
Zhao Yunchu was always happy to see Zheng Ling unlucky, pulled Yun Yan back to his side a little, and fanned the flames: "Fei Bo, you have grown up too, don't bother Brother Yan with everything, you have to learn Just take care of yourself, isn't it enough for Brother Yan to open the store with you?"
Zheng Ling was furious, "Don't stir up discord, you bastard!"
Not to mention, Yun Yanhui also felt that Zhao Yunchu's image just now was like a provocative ... concubine
Yun Yan replied: "Cough, forget it, don't be arguing. I think about it, this supply is all because of demand..." He looked around, saw the figure of the "Tokyo Daily" reporter, pondered for a moment, and said, "Find your colleagues and create... a comic strip."
Zheng Ling: "A comic strip?"
Not to mention other people, even Zheng Ling, the imperial court of the art academy, didn't understand what comic strips meant.