Ask Sword

  Registration for Chapter 20

   Human. Humanoid lathe?

   Li Ang was dumbfounded, took the copper ball thrown by Cheng Juxiu, and weighed it in his hand.

  Heavy and strong, there is still some residual heat from melting and casting.

   "With the aid of tools, a monk in the Cloud Patrol Realm can be worth thirty, fifty or even more excellent craftsmen."

  Cheng Juxiu said with a smile: "Of course, the time and energy of a monk are extremely precious. It is too late to use it every day to circulate breath, expand the sea of ​​energy, and improve the cultivation level. It is impossible to lower your status to serve the dignitaries.

  Even those who can recover their strength by themselves, no one will go to the pier to carry big bags.

  Only when encountering some problems that cannot be solved by ordinary manpower, the academy will transfer us.

  For example, killing evil spirits, controlling floods, opening mountains when encountering mountains, building bridges when encountering rivers, etc. "

   “These things help people’s lives.

  The monks of the Yu Kingdom were supported by the whole country, so they should naturally bear the corresponding responsibilities, instead of being like the monks in other countries, who feel that they are born superior to others when they have a little strength, so they should be domineering. "

  Pu Liuxuan said something lightly, turned to look at Li Ang, and said with a smile: "Also, I have already resigned as a professor of the state school.

   After the Dragon Boat Festival, you go to the state school to register yourself, and cancel the application for the provincial exam.

  With a letter of recommendation, you can skip the provincial test. If you really pass the top ten in the provincial test, it will take up additional places for other people. They are all classmates from the same hometown, so there is no need to attract jealousy. "

"Um."

  Li Ang nodded in agreement, and asked, "Then teacher, are you going back to Chang'an this year?"

   "Me."

  Pu Liuxuan pondered and said: "Next year.

   Ju'er is still young and cannot withstand long journeys.

   Besides, I also need time to prepare.

  By the way, Juxiu, when are you going back to Chang'an? "

   "It should be a month later."

  Cheng Juxiu said: "I have to go to other places to see if there are any fluctuations in the spiritual veins. After a month, the results of the provincial examination here will come out, and then I will return to Chang'an with the students."

   Li Ang felt a little regretful that the teacher did not return to Chang'an this year,

  The three of them sat and chatted for a while, and after drinking the Qujiang flakes in the teapot, Li Ang said goodbye and left.

  Lingmai, Xuegong, Talisman, Kendo.

  Li Ang walked hurriedly on the street, feeling uneasy and excited like never before.

  A future full of infinite possibilities is slowly unfolding in front of you, as long as you can enter the academy

   "Master, it's bad, it's bad!"

  Chai Cuiqiao's voice came from the front, Li Ang looked up, and saw his little maid running all the way over, rushed to the front, and said out of breath: "Baoantang Baoantang."

"What's wrong?"

  The security hall was burned and looted? Or is someone looking for trouble again?

   Li Ang followed the direction of Chai Cuiqiao's finger, looked forward, and found another group of people gathered at the entrance of the security hall.

  A middle-aged man in linen clothes, who seemed to have suffered from hard labor, was standing anxiously on the threshold of the security hall, knocking on the door and shouting loudly, "Doctor, is the doctor there?!"

"I am!"

   Li Ang ran forward, squeezed through the crowd, and was about to ask where the patient was, when he saw a donkey cart parked on the flat ground below the threshold.

  The donkey is a black and skinny donkey, and the cart is a simple wooden cart. Standing next to the cart is a very flustered child of about ten years old, who is also sallow and emaciated.

   And a middle-aged woman was lying on the car, her left calf was slightly bent, her skin was swollen strangely, she was hunched over in pain, sweating profusely.

   "Fracture."

   Li Ang spoke very quickly and asked the man in a deep voice: "Is this your wife?"

   "Yes, she fell down while chopping firewood on the mountain, doctor, doctor, you must save her."

  The middle-aged man stuttered and his tone was extremely flustered.

   "If you can save me, I will."

  Li Ang didn't have time to think about it, he yelled to disperse the surrounding people, led the donkey cart by the rope and went straight to the backyard, opened the courtyard door, rushed into the house, and came out with a piece of gauze.

   "Risheng, what's going on?"

  A gentle questioning sound came from the crowd, and a young scholar with an honest face squeezed out of the crowd. It was Song Shaoyuan, the son of Aunt Song in the Lansheng Building next door.

   "Broken leg."

   Li Ang didn’t have time to ask Song Shaoyuan when he would come back to Yunzhou City, so he said directly: “Brother Song, can you go to Jingbaoxuan Ceramics Store to buy some gypsum powder?”

  Song Shaoyuan was taken aback, and said, "Gypsum powder? I have it at home, and it's used for making tofu."

   "No, plaster of paris, not raw plaster."

   Li Ang said quickly: "When I came, I saw that Jingbaoxuan was still open.

   Please go and tell them to buy some plaster of paris for repairing porcelain, the more the better. In addition, a few pieces of clean coarse cloth and a basin of clean water are needed. "

"good."

  Song Shaoyuan didn't talk nonsense, squeezed out the crowd and rushed to the backyard of Lansheng Building.

   Li Ang took a deep breath, handed the gauze to the middle-aged woman on the donkey cart, and said in harmony: "Bite this cloth, don't swallow it."

  When the middle-aged woman bit the gauze, Li Ang stepped forward and lightly touched her bent and deformed calf.

The wound was touched, and the pain was severe. The middle-aged woman immediately shed more cold sweat on her forehead. She subconsciously held the palm extended by her son beside her. She squeezed it hard for fear of hurting her son. She hurriedly let go of her palm and clasped her hands together. The edge of the donkey cart.

  Because of too much force, the thin and dark skin on the back of the hand looked a little pale.

  “The tibial diaphysis was fractured, fortunately it was not comminuted.”

  Li Ang raised his head and said to the middle-aged woman: "Manipulation reset is needed. Hold back."

   After finishing speaking, without giving the other party time to react, Li Ang pinched both ends of the calf, spun around and straightened it vigorously.

   click.

  Accompanied by exclamations from all around, the sound of bone vibration pierced back to the palm of the hand very clearly, the middle-aged woman almost fainted from the pain, and fell on the donkey cart.

   "Don't move, don't move."

   Li Ang's forehead also had a little cold sweat, and hurriedly asked her husband to hug her while looking back.

Soon, Song Shaoyuan and the two clerks of Lansheng Building squeezed out the crowd with two basins of gypsum powder and one basin of well water, put three wooden basins on the ground, and took out a stack of rough cloth from their arms, "Day Sheng, things are here, then what?"

  (end of this chapter)