Zhang Jing'an hurriedly turned around and rolled to avoid it, but the man's shoe sole rubbed against his scalp, causing a slight pain.
"Okay, forget it. After all, he is the eldest son of a marquisate family." Several young men then came forward to hold the man back.
"How can he be considered a marquis family? He is simply a rebellious beast!" The man withdrew his hand angrily.
Zhang Jing'an sat on the ground. He really wanted to yell back like he did to his father and ask the other party why he was hitting him. However, reason told him that he should not say anything.
However, Zhang Jing'an remembered this person, Duke Ming's nephew, Gu Hong.
A young man in a scholar's uniform slowly walked up to Zhang Jing'an, looked down at him, and said indifferently: "We don't know what you want to do, let alone what tricks your rebellious father is playing, but you have to remember that half of the medical clinics and pharmacies in the whole Chu State are under our control. Not to mention you, even all the generals of the Pearl River Army can only bow their heads in front of us!"
When Zhang Jing'an saw this Jinshi, he instinctively lowered his head and did not dare to resist at all, because this man's grandfather had once served as Prime Minister of Chu. Although he had retired, his students and old friends were spread throughout the court and the country.
Yue Ming, although not the direct grandson of the Yue family, is the favorite grandson of Prime Minister Yue. His appearance here shows that things are extraordinary.
Zhang Jing'an realized that he had made a terrible mistake.
"Not a single copy of your so-called 'Pure Medical Order' is missing, they are all here!" Yue Ming said, and threw the stack of papers in his hand at Zhang Jing'an's face.
Snapped…
Papers fluttered, and the black words on the white paper were particularly dazzling under the midday sun.
Zhang Jing'an raised his head and stared at Yue Ming's face, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted. The anger in his heart was almost about to make him lose his mind, but he suppressed it.
"Remember, we are not at fault in this matter. It is not all the clinics and pharmacies that are at fault. It is not the officials in the court that are at fault. It is not the law that is at fault. It is only that clinic that is at fault. It is only that quack doctor that is at fault. Or many quack doctors! Go back and write a new notice! If you dare to do this again, you will no longer be the head of the village!"
After Yue Ming finished speaking, he turned and left, and the others followed him.
Zhang Jing'an's face flushed with shame and anger, his head buzzing as if it could explode at any time, and the voices of those people kept coming to his ears.
"You ignorant people, how can we make a little money easily? We are already angry about being pointed at by those common people, and now they dare to find trouble with us, they are asking for their own death!"
"I hope he's a tough guy who won't give in. That way, we won't have to hold back!"
"Compared with the previous generations of the Pearl River Marquis, this generation of the Pearl River Marquis and his son are simply a pair of losers. Can you small families like you interfere with the medical clinics and pharmacies of the Chu State?"
"Those doctors, even half-doctors, are just money-making agencies for us. How dare a small pavilion chief be so presumptuous!"
"The Zhang family is becoming more and more useless..."
Zhang Jing'an shuddered, because the person who said that the Zhang family was useless was none other than Gou Han from the Gou family. This person did not come in, but was making trouble in secret. ← Baidu search →
"Bastard!" Zhang Jing'an slowly stood up.
After all the people had left, Zhang Jing'an bent down and picked up the "Jing Yi Ling" one by one.
The other five people from Duting stood in the distance, looking at Zhang Jingan with pity and even gloating eyes.
Old Gao walked over slowly, helped Zhang Jing'an pick up the "Jing Yi Ling" one by one, and then went into the house with Zhang Jing'an.
Zhang Jing'an burned all the "Jingyi Orders". Sitting on a chair, he looked up at the roof with empty eyes. It seemed that he was blocked by the shadow covering the sky and the earth, and lost his original color.
Old Gao stood at the door and took out his pipe and started smoking.
Soon, the light in Zhang Jing'an's eyes changed, and his expression changed accordingly, sometimes even twisting. It seemed that he was having an extremely fierce struggle in his heart.
After a long time, Zhang Jing'an asked in a low voice: "Uncle Gao, how can I save my situation now? I want to continue to be the head of the pavilion."
"Since the fault is not theirs or other medical clinics' or pharmacies', then the fault must be with the quack doctors. You should strictly investigate the quack doctors in Wude Street and make the people of Chu hate them. No one will blame these people behind the scenes, and this matter will naturally pass."
"But… "
"Are quacks like Li Du wrong?"
"wrong."
"Then what are you waiting for? Just write the notice." Old Gao exhaled white smoke from his mouth.
"What should we do with the real culprits behind the scenes?" Zhang Jing'an asked.
Old Gao seemed not to hear it and turned away.
A day later, notices were posted in many places on Wude Street, strictly investigating all quack doctors and advising residents of Wude Street not to trust quack doctors but to trust regular medical clinics and pharmacies.
On the second day after the notice was posted, Prefect Qiao issued an official document to commend Zhang Jing'an and asked all the village heads and village chiefs in Jingzhou Prefecture to learn from Zhang Jing'an's spirit of pleading for the people.
Zhang Jing'an finally got the result he wanted and finally defeated his father who was conferred the title of Marquis of Zhujiang. However, he found that he could not be happy.
Thanks to the praise from Governor Qiao, except for Old Man Gao who remained indifferent, the attitudes of the other five people in the pavilion improved significantly and they took the initiative to approach Zhang Jing'an. Zhang Jing'an found that things that he had found difficult before were now easy to do.
However, Zhang Jing'an found himself beginning to reject them.
As time went by, Zhang Jing'an kept persuading himself, but in the end he could not convince himself.
Zhang Jing'an developed a new habit of often sitting alone in a daze, and he looked less and less like an eleven-year-old child.
November 3rd, light snow.
In the cold wind, Zhang Jing'an slowly walked towards the street pavilion on Jiangjin Street.
Zhang Jing'an successfully entered Jiangjin Duting and saw his father leisurely drinking tea. The room was filled with the fragrance of tea.
"Jing'an is here? Sit down, you are lucky." Fang Yun said, pointing at the teapot in mid-air. The teapot flew up and poured light red tea into an empty cup.
Zhang Jing'an had no interest in tea, but ever since he smelled the fragrance of tea, his mouth started to water and he wanted to try it.
Zhang Jing'an picked up the teacup and tried a small sip. As the tea entered his mouth, it rolled and swirled in his mouth, and only calmed down after entering his stomach. Then a comfortable warmth spread throughout his body.
"This should be the legendary magical tea, right?" Zhang Jing'an asked.
"Yes, I got it from the Gou family's secret room. Don't tell anyone else." Fang Yun said. Although there is spiritual tea in the Gou family's secret room, the quality is average. This is the spiritual tea from the Xuemang Ancient Land.
Fang Yun stopped talking, sipping tea silently and reading silently in the world of strange books.
Zhang Jing'an just drank tea at first, but after a while he made many small movements.
It was not until night fell and the snow outside the window turned from light snow to heavy snow that Zhang Jing'an finally spoke.
"I... I... don't want to be a pavilion chief anymore." Zhang Jing'an lowered his head and a look of shame appeared on his face. (To be continued.)