Chapter 58

When he heard Yang Qian say so sincerely, even the butler Uncle Song, who was a few decades old, could not help but feel humble about Yang Qian, and he was a little more happy.

"Young Master said this too much, but you have the ability to calm your energy to nourish qi when facing major events, which is really similar to the old man. I am old and have seen a lot of things, just a little bit of a simple view."

"If there is anything wrong with Qian in the future, please ask Uncle Song to tell him what to do."

"Haha, as long as you don't dislike me, you're not talking about me." The butler Uncle Song was quite energetic at this moment, and he followed and served three generations of the Yang family's grandparents.

From the deceased master to the current master, and then to the young master in front of him, today's young master seems the most calm and cautious when he is the same age.

He seems very mature in doing things and dealing with people. It seems that the past lord Yang Guangshou's wish to shine his family is probably on this man.

Yang Qian suddenly slapped his forehead and said to Uncle Song, the butler who was lamenting his life.

"Uncle Song, do you know where there are chicken seedlings or duck seedlings sold?"

Uncle Song, the housekeeper, replied without thinking. "If you want to find the chicken seedlings, you can find them in the east and west cities of this county. If it is a duck seedling, it will probably take some effort. After all, ducks like water seedlings and don't have much to keep in the north."

"Besides, whether it is chicken or duck, they are very fragile. If you want to grow up, you can save five or six of them ten, which is considered good."

Yang Qian nodded. It would definitely take a lot of effort to purchase duck seedlings from the south to come here, and it would be too small, so it would be easy to get out of here because of the local environment.

However, Yang Qian was not the one who would give up his ideas casually. After thinking about it, he said to the butler Uncle Song.

"Then please ask Uncle Song to ask someone to ask if you can buy some ducks. It is best to have both male and female, the more the better..."

"Don't worry, young master, just leave this matter to me." Uncle Song, the housekeeper, nodded. Anyway, the swamp land was empty, so Yang's mansion threw some chickens and ducks in the water, and at least he could pick up some eggs.

Yang Qian didn't have time to organize and appreciate the medical books sent by Zheng Yuanxun until the evening.

There is a complete version of "Empty Preparation for Elbows" that was often heard in later generations, and there are about three volumes of "Jinkui Yuhan Yaofang Luan", all of which are incomplete fragments and have been copied on the booklets.

In addition to the two sets of medical books that Yang Qian had a little impression of above, there are ancient medical classics such as "Collected Notes on Materia Medica", "Essentials of Acupuncture and Moxibustion of Mingtang Kong Acupoints", "Acupuncture and Moxibustion Jia Yi", "Pulse Classic", and "Yuhan Fang".

Except for some classics that indicate that it is a complete version, most of the rest are fragments, or a certain volume is missing, or a few lines of words are missing in some notes due to insect damage.

There are a lot of shortcomings in the box of medical works, which makes Yang Qian sigh. The historical accumulation of thousands of years of Chinese civilization, whether it is culture, medicine, or even music.

They all have rich content and vigorous development, but the lack of written records is really heartbreaking. In addition, many ancient people's habitual treasures have caused great losses to a large number of ancient classics whenever there is a war.

Although Yang Qian did not study history or medicine, he felt very uncomfortable when he saw the manuscripts of these medical works and classics in front of him.

But there is no way to do anything. Since ancient times, no matter what kind of classics it is, how can it be preserved and passed down from generation to generation, the best way is to copy it.

The more copies of copying and the greater the spread, the greater the possibility of preservation, which is why there is almost no crisis of missing Confucian classics.

Other cultural heritages that are not widely disseminated often cause faults.

Zhili, who was standing beside him, looked at Yang Qian sighing and sighing in the face of the medical books, and did not dare to say much. He just waited for Yang Qian to hand over the compiled book to him and carefully placed it according to the title.

While busy here, he heard the knock on the gate of the courtyard. Before Yang Qian could speak, Zhili rushed out like a black lightning flash.

Soon, the Yang Mansion worshiper Dr. Xu appeared at the door of the room.

"Why are you here, Mr. Xu? Is there anything wrong?" Yang Qian put the book "Acupuncture Jia Yi" in his hand on the table and smiled.

"I have seen the young master and ambushed him late at night. It's really a sin. But I just heard the news, so..."

Doctor Xu smiled a little shyly, but his eyes fell on the box of medical books were green and faint, comparable to the hungry wolf.

"Could Xu always want to borrow these medical books? That's fine..."

"No, no, no, it's not borrowing, that..." Doctor Xu rubbed his hands, and seemed a little embarrassed to say authentically.

"I actually want to copy all these medical books so that I can carefully study them when I have free time. After all, these classics are too precious, and they are treasured by Zheng's family in Xingyang..."

When Yang Qian saw Dr. Xu's eager look, he couldn't help but admire this dedicated doctor who lived and learned until he was old. This kind of enthusiasm for learning is more than that of senior high school students.

"Since you think you need it, then just copy it, just..."

Before Yang Qian could finish his words, neon lights began to flash in his consciousness. The extremely vulgar colored font directly made Yang Qian's face dark.

Mission: Read all medical books given by Zheng Yuanxun, and the mission reward is: a treasure chest.

Yang Qian looked at the box of books in front of him. There were thirty or fifty volumes of medical works here, which were larger than the "Zuo Spring and Autumn" and absolutely full.

"Young Master... If you think it's not possible, then..." Doctor Xu couldn't help but think about it when he saw Yang Qian's face suddenly changed.

"Mr. Xu, don't get me wrong. I promised you, and naturally I won't regret it." Yang Qian forced a smile.

"But, I also want to read medical works during this period, even if I can't become a superb doctor like you, Mr. Xu, who treats diseases and saves people.

But it would be good if you can learn more about your knowledge."

Doctor Xu looked at Yang Qian in front of him, then looked at the box of medical books, and bowed deeply to Yang Qian with conscience.

"Young Master, don't be too modest. The method of preventing and treating typhoid fever is enough to keep you in history."

"I finally know today why the young master is so knowledgeable and knowledgeable. I am far from being able to seek knowledge."

Yang Qian just laughed, do you think I am willing to be so curious? I also want to live a life of silence, and I also want to be a rich second-generation official second-generation.

But the strength is not...hehe, but the system does not allow it.
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