It has nothing to do with understanding or not.

After a while, Zhu Houzhao reached the bottom of the list.

He likes to join in the fun, although he is short and messy, his body is covered in oil, and there are seven or eight craftsmen following him.

Looking at the list, Zhu Houzhao had only a little understanding and listened to people's narrative patiently.

It probably... I understand it in a daze.

"If you find something, you can contribute. If you submit it, you can become a great academician. What kind of official is the great academician?"

“…”

"It's not an official, it's just a title within Xishan Academy. With the title, you can be hired by the academy. The weekly magazines are sold well and there are royalties? Even if someone quotes articles in the future, there will be money?"

Zhu Houzhao narrowed her eyes.

What's Lao Fang's name?

He probably understood something.

So Zhu Houzhao sneered, what's the difficulty?

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In just a few days, many submissions came.

There were all kinds of people, and Fang Jifan looked at his head and hurt.

After all, many people don’t have much concept of papers at all, and at this time, there is no template for papers. Everyone comes from their own temperament and takes care of themselves.

As a result, all kinds of messy words appeared, so that Fang Jifan read an article and talked for a long time, he was confused and didn't know what it meant...

Fang Jifan was busy looking for the signature of his subordinates, and he wanted to arrest him immediately and beat him hard to relieve his hatred.

But... they may not be scumbags.

At least, there was an interesting article that was discovered by Fang Jifan and there were insects in the human body.

Fang Jifan's scalp was numb.

Bacteria...bacteria?

Fang Jifan read this article carefully. The author of the article claimed that he had observed the rotting process of meat. In an environment without flies and mosquitoes, the meat was placed in a glass bottle. The rotten meat slowly changed, and the fundamental reason may be the cause of the worms.

So he began to try and block the magnifying glass to observe. Unfortunately, the magnifying glass could not observe the existence of these worms. However... this man did not give up, but continued to look for the craftsman who grinded the glass. He actually combined the two lenses and magnified the magnifying glass's multiples. Although he still did not observe the worms, he was determined to use two pieces of cooked meat to test it. The final result found that the rot of the meat had nothing to do with the external environment. Even without the external environment, the cooked meat would still rot.

He believed that the corruption of meat must be related to something invisible...

In this era, there are always many people with all kinds of wonderful ideas.

Fang Jifan saw the signature of this person... His name was Zhang Sen, and his name was very ordinary. Fang Jifan didn't have much impression of him.

This person is a medical student and is very inconspicuous.

He insisted that the reason why the wounds rot after being injured must be related to worms, and disinfection with alcohol must be because alcohol may eliminate these worms, which can prevent wound infection.

Fang Jifan selected this article and ordered some doctors to go and test it.

Of course, Fang Jifan would not tell others that there are indeed bacteria in the world. Since magazines appear, they must follow a rule.

Immediately afterwards, the reviewers began to conduct experiments using various methods.

In the end... it seemed that this person's theory also caused controversy.

However, since there is controversy, then we cannot deny this person's statement. In the end, this article was on the list.

In addition, a large number of agricultural papers have emerged.

Zhang Xin led a group of agricultural students and lieutenants to dominate the list with the discovery of various crops and plants.

However, other articles are not good enough.

This first issue of "Qiusuo" magazine began to be finalized after discussions from all parties.

Immediately afterwards, at a printing workshop in Xishan, he began to print wildly, and Wang Jinyuan felt sore.

It's a big deal.

Such a thing is not a professor who reads and writes eight-legged characters, nor is it a popular world love storybook. It is impossible to have a market share. It has various kinds of plantings, insects and other messy things. Who can see it?

Isn’t this a loser?

Why does the young master like to mess with this?

Wang Jinyuan is a businessman.

A unique and keen business vision.

It would be great to sell a house honestly.

He sighed in his heart.

…………

And it seems that everything is calm.

In the medical school, a young man named Zhang Sen, as usual, came out of school and returned to his shantytown.

Today, he observed his mentor Su Yue performing caesarean section on a woman.

The woman felt unbearable stomach pain when she was pregnant for eight months, but she couldn't give birth. In desperation, her family sent her.

In fact, it takes great courage to send a woman to a medical school home. After all, a woman's reputation is sometimes more important than life.

But in the end, my husband's family still stomped his feet and decided to save people.

He watched with his own eyes how his mentor broke his belly and how he took out the child, but in the end, the woman still couldn't hold on.

Zhang Sen is used to life and death in medical school, but he still feels heavy.

Zhang Sen is a scholar, but his family is not well off. This is why he is determined to transfer from the School of Literature to the School of Medicine. Xishan School of Literature teaches eight-legged essays. Although it is great, the tuition fees are also very good. Most people really can't afford it. On the contrary, medicine, agriculture, engineering, and civil engineering are not only cheap tuition fees, but once they have learned a year, they have mastered the preliminary knowledge and have to transfer to the clinic. At this time, there will be some meager subsidies.

This meager income is nothing to others, but to Zhang Sen, it can fill his stomach. His parents almost sold out their belongings in order to support him in studying. Now, he really doesn't want to burden his parents any more.

Of course, Zhang Sen's father was so angry that he almost rushed into the academy and beat Zhang Sen to death when he learned that his son had stopped taking the exam.

What is the future of not reading the eight-legged essay? It can be kept in touch with people every day and open the belly of women?

He saw his father's expression of regret, and this was turned in his mind like a lantern.

Carp leaps over the dragon gate and is a carp. In everyone's mind, only by jumping over the dragon gate can you enter the emperor's hall, become an official, and glorify your ancestors.

He returned to his shed.

Most of the scholars in the academy live in farmers' homes, and the so-called dormitory is here.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar figure.

It's his old father.

A thin man was wearing an old clothes that had been washed for many years. This was a Confucian shirt. His father was once a child and was proud of being a scholar.

"Father..." Zhang Sen spoke.

My father called Zhang Jing, and Zhang Jing smiled bitterly at him: "I'm back. Your mother asked her to bring you something for her father. When you came to study the book, you said you often wanted it, because you were afraid that you would be hungry at night, so you gave you some sweet potatoes."

Sure enough, there was a basket of sweet potatoes under his feet, which smelled fragrant.

Zhang Sen hurriedly said: "This..."

Zhang Jing smiled bitterly at him: "You still have something to do. At the beginning, my father had a higher expectation from you, but everyone has their own ambitions. These days, I have figured out why people... have to be named on the list. It's nothing wrong if you want to save the world. Come on, sit down."

Zhang Sen's eyes were moist.

He naturally understood that his title on the list was the greatest expectation for his father in his life. The Zhang family had long fallen into the family, but his father believed that the Zhang family was a heirloom of poetry and books after all, and he must not let his son sink into decline. In order to support his studies, he even sold the last little land...

Zhang Sen bowed: "Father, it's a son that disappointed my father."

Although Zhang Jing was lonely in her eyes, she forced a smile: "Don't say that, it's the top scorer in every field. Are you studying enough money? A few days ago, I worked for my father and earned some money. Come..."

Zhang Sen couldn't help crying: "Father... my son is dead, I'm sorry for you."

Zhang Jing stuffed the money into Zhang Sen's arms: "In this world, the hospital examination is once every two years and once every three years. It's not easy to get a gold medal. You don't have to blame yourself. In fact, this is also good... In order to be a doctor, you can save people... Well, it's getting late, and I have to go to work for my father. A few days ago, I found a job to settle accounts for people in the new city. It's easy, and you don't have to worry about it."

As he said, he was leaving with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Sen wanted to call him, but felt ashamed of shame, and his lips were stammering, but he felt like he was stuck in his throat.

When he realized that his father had left, he quickly chased him out, but saw that his father was carrying his hands behind his back, still with the stubbornness of a scholar. He was wearing a long gown, and seemed to feel sorry for his old shoes being worn out by the rammed earth on the ridge of the field. He tiptoed and slowly left.

Zhang Sen's tears immediately came out, knelt down at the back, and grabbed the ground with his head.

At night, he studied as usual. As for the money left by his father, he didn't dare to use it, so he hid it and had saved more than 700 entries.

The next morning, the morning light was already blooming, and as usual, Zhang Sen arrived at the Medical School.

As he came to him, someone said: "Junior Brother Zhang, your article has been included in "Qiusuo". It is the strange theory of the insect. No, it is not a strange theory, I...I..."

Zhang Sen seemed listless and didn't sleep well last night. What was lingering in his mind was the back of his father.

He knew that his theory of worms was not recognized by many people.

As for submission, I just insisted that this theory of insect pestle must exist. If I want to give it a try, it will be decided whether the master agrees.

Yesterday, he had some expectations for this, but today, even though he heard that this article was included in "Qiusuo", he was listless.

Perhaps... I should learn the eight-legged essay. Only in this way can I fulfill my father's wish and let my father raise his head in front of others.

After a moment, someone came again: "Senior Brother Zhang, my mentor asked you to come over..."

His mentor was Su Yue, and Zhang Sen was not negligent, but he was busy and moved.

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Chapter completed!