The beginning of the story of the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Son-in-Law: A rhinoceros comes knocki

Chapter 107 Sending People to Learn Skills

Empress Zhangsun nodded slightly, and when she looked at Xiaoman again, she no longer saw any timidity.

This young girl has a quiet and resilient light hidden in her eyes. She is reserved, patient, and composed, and is definitely not as weak as she appears on the surface.

On the other side, after Sizi finished eating the loquat, her little hands were covered in sweet juice, and she habitually wiped them on her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

Chang Le reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist and gently scolding her, "Si Zi, you can't get your clothes dirty."

She took out a handkerchief she always carried with her and patiently and meticulously wiped her sister's fingers, which were covered in juice, clean little by little.

Sizi obediently raised her hand to cooperate, her little mouth never stopping, and looked at Xiaoman with expectant eyes: "Big sister, can Xiaoman cook?"

Sizi misses the food that Sister Qi Xiaoman makes.

Chang Le turned her gaze to Xiao Man.

When mentioned in public, Xiaoman's cheeks instantly flushed red, and she looked shy and flustered.

"The osmanthus cake this morning was made by Xiaoman herself," Wang Zhihuan said, gesturing to the pastries on the stone table. "Would Sizi like to try some?"

Sizi's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it, but Chang Le gently pressed down on the back of his hand: "You must first offer food to others before you can eat it yourself."

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Xiaoman quickly spoke softly and gently, "It's alright, young lady, please take whatever you want to eat."

After saying that, she took a piece of osmanthus cake and handed it to Sizi.

The girl took the pastry, took a big bite, and the sweet, soft texture melted on her tongue. Her eyes widened immediately, and she exclaimed, "So good! Even better than what the cook at home makes!"

Xiaoman's cheeks flushed even more, and she lowered her eyes shyly, but a genuine warmth welled up in her heart.

Wang Zhi leaned back in his chair, quietly watching the warm and harmonious scene before him, his eyes gentle and warm.

The warm summer sun shines through layers of jujube leaves, scattering like shattered gold.

It spilled onto the teacups on the stone table, onto the sweet pastries, and onto the gentle eyes of everyone in the courtyard.

Li Shimin leisurely sipped his tea, while Empress Zhangsun closed her eyes to rest and rejuvenate.

Chang Le gently took care of her younger sister, Si Zi, who held a sweet osmanthus cake and a rattle drum, her eyes crinkling with joy and innocence.

Dalang recited his lessons in a low voice, Tiedan watched the flock of geese with a grin, and Xiaoman stood quietly beside him.

Ah Huang was fast asleep under the stone bench, the gray cat was lazily licking its paws on the windowsill, and the tabby cat was hiding in the treetop, with only a section of its fluffy tail showing.

Inside the kitchen, Zhou Xia was brewing herbal tea according to the recipe. The proportions of honeysuckle, licorice, and chrysanthemum were just right, and she was meticulous in every detail, demonstrating her profound understanding of the rigorous principles of medicine.

The cicadas chirped incessantly, a gentle breeze blew softly, and everything in the courtyard was peaceful and harmonious, just right, a gentle passage of time.

About half an hour later, Empress Zhangsun got up to take her leave.

Before getting into the car, she turned back to look at the young man in the courtyard and said softly, "Thank you for your careful treatment, Mr. Wang. I will definitely take my medicine on time and come back for a follow-up visit in half a month."

"Take care, Madam, and have a safe journey." Wang Zhihuan nodded slightly as he saw her off.

Li Shimin straightened his clothes and was about to get into the carriage when he suddenly remembered the previous agreement. He turned back and instructed, "I will send someone to learn the craft in half a month. Just teach them diligently and arrange things as you see fit."

"very good."

Wang Zhihuan readily agreed: "Just have them come two or three days before the harvest starts, so they can watch the actual operation and learn the whole process. Then they can plant it themselves next year."

The two agreed, and the carriage slowly started moving, rumbling onto the official road and gradually disappearing into the distance.

Inside the carriage, Empress Zhangsun leaned against the carriage wall and rested with her eyes closed.

Li Shimin asked softly, "How did you feel during your follow-up appointment?"

"I feel much better, both physically and mentally."

Empress Zhangsun opened her eyes and smiled slightly, sincerely praising: "The physicians of the Imperial Medical Bureau are knowledgeable in medicine and well-versed in classical texts, but most of them are conservative and rigid."

Wang Langjun's ability lies not in his extensive knowledge, but in his meticulous diagnosis and individualized treatment, precisely targeting the root cause of the illness—this is the most valuable quality.

Li Shimin agreed wholeheartedly and nodded slowly.

On the opposite carriage, Chang Le held the drowsy Si Zi in her arms, remaining silent.

That subtle feeling in my heart lingered and never dissipated.

When I saw Wang Zhihuan again today, he still had that calm demeanor, but he was even more composed and upright.

Like the old jujube tree in the yard, which used to be lush and gentle, now has deeper roots and more vigorous and resilient branches. Without making a sound, it has grown into a towering tree with a majestic spirit.

She couldn't describe the specific changes, only that she felt a slight stirring in her heart.

The little one in my arms was very sleepy, with his eyelids drooping halfway, but his little hands were still tightly gripping the rattle drum, which he shook gently from time to time.

The crisp sounds accompanied the bumpy ride of the carriage, rising and falling gently and softly.

Chang Le looked down at her younger sister's innocent sleeping face, a little crumb of osmanthus cake on the corner of her mouth, her little hands tightly gripping the drum, and faint, tender finger marks imprinted on the sheepskin surface.

She gently wiped away the debris, quietly suppressing the inexplicable emotions in her heart.

The carriage wound its way through the mulberry grove, the dense shadows obscuring the view, and the farm's walls and courtyards gradually disappeared into the greenery.

As the car bumped along, the rattle in Si Zi's hand quietly slipped and fell gently onto the car floor, making a soft sound.

Chang Le bent down, picked it up, and gently placed it beside her sister's pillow.

The dappled sunlight filtering through the curtains fell on the pale yellow ribbon, creating a gentle halo that was quiet and captivating.

She watched quietly for a moment, carefully tidying the ribbon before gently withdrawing her gaze.

In the courtyard of the farm.

After the carriages and horses left, the courtyard returned to tranquility.

Wang Zhihuan sat alone under the jujube tree, the evening breeze was cool, and the shade of the tree was serene.

Xiaoman brought over a pot of freshly brewed chilled tea, gently placed it on the table, and said softly, "Master, please have some tea."

The girl had only been in the hospital for three days, but she had already figured out his habits, knowing that he only drank herbal tea in the summer. She was thoughtful and considerate.

"Okay." Wang Zhihuan took a small sip from the bowl.

Xiaoman stood to the side, hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and asked softly, "Master, you just said you would teach me medicine—when can we begin?"

Wang Zhihuan raised his eyes, his gaze gentle: "We'll start tomorrow. To learn medicine, you must first learn to read. Only by understanding characters and comprehending principles can you read medical books and practice medicine by diagnosing and treating patients."

Xiaoman nodded emphatically, her eyes full of anticipation, and turned around to quietly tidy up the dishes in the kitchen, working diligently and efficiently.

Under the shade of the tree, Wang Zhihuan closed his eyes slightly, his mind at peace.

The next moment, the familiar system notification sounded softly in my mind.

[System Notification: The host has provided a precise follow-up diagnosis, correctly identified the syndrome, adjusted the prescription, strengthened the body's foundation, and treated with benevolence and kindness. Medical skills have improved significantly, and merits are evident. Merit Points +800!]

The numbers on the mental panel quietly changed: 240 → 1040.

The increase in merit is not significant.

But Wang Zhihuan was calm and never greedy.

Merit and wealth are the same.

Sufficient is best; daily cultivation and accumulation, like a steady stream, is the way to longevity.

He closed the system panel and gently rubbed the head of the sleeping Ah Huang.

The puppy sneezed softly in its sleep, its wet nose brushing against his fingertips, making them feel slightly cool.

Wang Zhihuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Beside the goose pen, Tie Dan was still keeping company with the flock of geese.

He scattered all the hay into the pen, and a large, burly goose domineeringly guarded the food, stretching its neck to drive away its companions and monopolizing the food for itself.

Tie Dan squatted outside the enclosure, pretending to scold it sternly: "You greedy goose! The farm owner always says that good fortune should be shared, how can you only think of eating it all by yourself?"

The domineering goose buried its head in its food, completely ignoring the boy's nagging.

Tie Dan wasn't angry. He smiled, grabbed a handful of hay, and scattered it far away to the other side of the fence.

The geese that had been driven away immediately swarmed over, honking and scrambling for food, creating quite a lively scene.

Watching the flock of geese peacefully vying for food, Tie Dan clapped his hands, grinned, and revealed a simple and bright smile, his eyes full of pure joy.

The courtyard is cool even without wind, the smoke from cooking fires is commonplace, and life is peaceful year after year.

The official road stretches long, and a gentle summer breeze blows.

The simple carriage swayed gently as it rolled along the cobblestone road, slowly making its way towards Chang'an.

Inside the carriage, Sizi was already fast asleep.

Her little head nestled softly in Chang Le's warm embrace, her delicate little hands still tightly gripping the jujube wood rattle drum.

A pale yellow ribbon dangled from between the child's delicate fingers, swaying gently as the car swayed.

The sheepskin covering the drum was kept warm by the child, and occasionally, in his sleep, his little hand would unconsciously rub against it, making a soft "pat" sound, before falling silent again.

Chang Le lowered her eyes to look at her younger sister in her arms, gently brushing away the stray hairs on her forehead that were damp with sweat with her fingertips.

Sizi's breathing was even and long, her little mouth was slightly pursed, and there was still a little crumb of osmanthus cake stuck to the corner of her mouth. She looked soft, innocent and adorable.

She took out a plain silk handkerchief and carefully wiped away the crumbs. Her fingertips touched the child's soft skin, and her heart was filled with tenderness.

But in the blink of an eye, a jumble of thoughts flooded my mind.

The image of that tranquil farm nestled against the mountain and beside the water kept replaying in my mind, along with the image of three pitiful children under the jujube tree.

Fourteen-year-old Dalang sat upright under the tree, his back ramrod straight, studying diligently, each word carefully written, stubborn and tenacious.

Twelve-year-old Tiedan is pure-hearted, honest, and straightforward.

Squatting by the goose pen to feed them hay, even if the mischievous geese pecked his fingers, he would just chuckle foolishly.

Xiaoman, who is only ten years old, is thin and frail, and her maturity is so touching.

All three children are orphans, living alone in this world with no one to rely on.

Chang Le still remembers the look in Da Lang's eyes when he talked about his father's last wishes. His eyes were clear and clean, without a single tear, but they held a restraint and heaviness far beyond what his peers could muster. That look was more unsettling than crying out loud.

If it weren't for Wang Zhihuan's kind heart, taking all three children in and caring for them meticulously, their fate would have been unimaginable.

This kindness and goodwill is pure and precious.

But when she thought of this, a faint trace of worry quietly flashed across the depths of Chang Le's clear eyes.

The kindness was genuine, the care was real.

"Ah!"

A clear and melodious child's voice suddenly rang out, abruptly interrupting Chang Le's chaotic thoughts.

She looked up and saw Chengyang clinging to the carriage curtain, half her face peeking out. The summer breeze blowing in her face made her cheeks flushed, and her eyes shone like stars.

"Father, look! The rice paddies by the roadside are even more lush than last time, a sea of ​​golden yellow! Wang Langjun said they'll be ready for harvest in about twenty days, is that true?"

On the carriage shaft, Li Shimin, dressed in casual clothes, appeared relaxed and composed.

He half-lifted the carriage curtain and looked up into the distance.

On both sides of the official road, thousands of acres of rice fields stretched as far as the eye could see, the heavy ears of rice all full of grain, drooping down in a graceful curve.

The warm sunshine bathed the fields, creating layers of golden waves. The summer breeze blew, and the rice paddies undulated in layers, creating a vibrant and bountiful harvest scene.

Compared to ordinary rice in Guanzhong, the rice plants here are thicker, the ears of rice are heavier, and the growth is more vigorous—it's like night and day.

A hint of undisguised approval and satisfaction appeared in Li Shimin's eyes, and he slowly nodded.

"Of course it's true." His voice was steady. "Young Master Wang is calm and steady, and he is reliable in his work. He is top-notch in farming and medicine, and he never tells lies."

"When can the farmers go to learn their trades as we agreed?" Chengyang asked eagerly, his face full of anticipation.

"Half a month later," Li Shimin said slowly, looking at the vast expanse of rice paddies. "It would be best to go two or three days before the harvest."

From harvesting, threshing, and drying, to seed selection, grain storage, and seedling cultivation, I witnessed and personally operated the entire process, learning all the techniques. Next year, large-scale planting can be promoted in the Guanzhong Plain.

Chengyang nodded as if he understood, then moved closer to Li Zhi, who was sitting quietly to the side, and whispered to him that they would go to the farm together to watch the fun.

Li Zhi, holding a cup of cool tea, was calm and composed. He listened and simply nodded slightly without saying a word.

Deep inside the carriage, Empress Zhangsun leaned gently against the wall, holding the sleeping Princess Xincheng in her arms, her eyes gentle and serene.

Listening to my children chattering about the interesting things that happened at the farm, the gloom I had been feeling from being sick for days disappeared, and my heart was filled with peace and warmth.

The donkey cart moved slowly forward, winding around a large mulberry grove.

The majestic and magnificent city wall of Chang'an finally revealed its outline at the edge of the field of vision. The gray-blue wall stretched for hundreds of miles, thick and imposing.

Chang Le raised her hand and gently held the sleeping Si Zi in her arms even tighter, suppressing the faint worries in her heart deep inside.

Meanwhile, not far away, at the Lantian County Government Office.

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The signing room was quiet and solemn, without a trace of summer heat.

The window was half open, but the evening breeze couldn't get in, making the room feel stuffy.

County Magistrate Yuwen Ren sat upright at his desk, dressed in a neat and solemn official robe, his face calm and expressionless.

He held the wolf-hair brush in his hand, the tip hovering above the official document, not falling for a long time. The ink slowly gathered and quietly dripped down, spreading a small ink stain on the plain white paper, but he was completely unaware of it.

The Assistant Magistrate of Lantian County was a low-ranking official of the eighth grade, with a meager salary and low official rank.

In an ordinary county, he would be nothing more than a nobody, buried in his work and living a mundane life.

But Lantian is different.

Lantian is located right next to Chang'an, at a strategic location near the capital, making it a first-class county seat under the emperor's nose.

The Zhongnan Mountains stretch across the county, with hot springs scattered throughout Tangyu, and villas and mansions belonging to imperial relatives dotting the foothills.

Among the prominent and powerful families in Chang'an alone, five or six out of ten households own land and estates here.

More importantly, Lantian is located at a strategic point on the eastward route to Chang'an, with crisscrossing official roads, and the people who come and go are all wealthy and noble.

Today, the carriage of a certain duke's mansion passes by; tomorrow, the steward of a certain minister's household goes to the countryside to collect rent; the day after tomorrow, servants from a certain prince's villa cause trouble at the market—

Each and every one of these cases was a thorny issue that an ordinary small county would never encounter in its entire life.