Dr. Zhang snorted coldly, and he couldn't afford to offend him, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Ye Chunqiu continued: "Mr.'s reputation has been damaged now. If the student continues to show gynecology to others, think about it. Can Mr. He still treat people next?"

Dr. Zhang couldn't help but stop.

This time it was a serious threat.

Today’s story of learning is spread. What else can you do in the future? The gynecology industry depends on reputation. You are a doctor and are not even as good as a child. Once it spreads in the circle, which other wealthy family will invite you in the future?

"What does Ye Jieyuan mean?"

Ye Chunqiu said peacefully: "Students mean that students admire Mr.'s master's skills very much. If we fight fearlessly, we might as well work together. After some days, students will set up signs in Hangzhou. At that time, teachers will not be invited to attend the hall. Mr. can rely on my reputation, and students can also rely on students' skills. Of course, doctors like Mr. will not be in vain. The salary is still very generous. Also, don't you want to learn some novel treatment methods? The student's address is in Xizifang. There is a willow tree in front of the door. If the teacher is interested, the student will teach at any time and say goodbye."

After Ye Chunqiu said that, he ignored Dr. Zhang and then left and sneaked into the crowd one after another.

Dr. Zhang stood still in a loss, but was speechless.

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Years of practice of swordsmanship and sufficient nutrition have made Ye Chunqiu, who is developing, taller. Although he wore a Confucian shirt, he still looked like a weak scholar. However, under this wide Confucian shirt, his body is very strong.

His sword skills are already more sharp than before. Every step, every time he takes a sword, and even the cooperation of his whole body and the short sword, he has reached the state of blending with his milk.

Ye Chunqiu enjoyed the time of practicing sword in the early morning. Although he worked so hard at the beginning, he gradually became accustomed to it, which became a kind of enjoyment in his leisure time.

All the bones and muscles on his body became agile with the sword in his hand. When he was in the air, his steps were light and he stepped very accurately in every step, and he would never put himself in a dangerous situation. However, once he was about to launch an attack, the explosive power in his body would burst out with the sword. The sword was stabbed hard, and it would be like the void being pierced.

An hour of practice can always make you feel happy, and then he practices calligraphy and reads books leisurely, and life passes happily.

There is no need to go back to Ye’s house to face that complicated relative; there is no need to go to the Imperial College to study and adapt to the new environment. He only needs to do what he wants in his courtyard.

Although he was young, Ye Chunqiu knew that he had many things to learn. In this world, he had many ambitious goals, but sometimes he was immersed in this relaxed freehand painting.

Even in a big city like Hangzhou, the pace of life here is still as warm as white water. Everyone here seems to be neither anxious nor impatient, such as high-ranking officials, peddlers and pawns, and even monks who occasionally come to beg for alms.

Ye’s father’s social engagements are often forced, but the advantage of having such a father is that he can always use himself to block Ye Chunqiu. Some necessary social interactions, when Ye’s father goes, it naturally means Ye Chunqiu. There is no need for Ye Chunqiu to always go in and out of those lives that should not belong to him for the time being.

Since there was a courtyard, Ye Chunqiu carried a small hoe to plant some flowers and plants. The flower gardens of this era were impossible to transplant. In fact, Ye Chunqiu could use his brain to try the transplantation of the flower garden, but he enjoyed the process from scratch. Under the locust tree in the courtyard, Ye Chunqiu invited a stonemason to make a stone table, and put a few square stones on the bottom as a stool. In this way, he could be in the courtyard when eating, without making the house messy. The life of two big men, if the kitchen waste and oil stains were not taken care of at all times, Ye Chunqiu could almost imagine how bad it would be in the long run. Since he had to harm, it would be harming the courtyard.

So when the father and son were sitting silently under the locust tree for dinner, falling leaves or unknown insects were floating on the dishes. Ye Jing always looked at the "contaminated" dish in pain, and then stuffed these into his mouth very familiarly.

It's not clean, I'm not sick after eating it.

Ye Chunqiu felt sorry for him and would occasionally snatch him. He could understand Ye Jing's feelings very well. He could still eat it if it was dirty. There was no need to waste it. My son should not eat it. I'll eat it.

Ye Chunqiu's idea was that since my father had to eat, I might as well eat it too.

Many times, there is no need to communicate too much, and even the eyes do not need to be intertwined. This father and son who depend on each other can understand each other's psychology.

Chen Rong and Zhang Jin would occasionally come, but as soon as they appeared, the place became lively. Zhang Jin shamelessly called himself a scholar every day, while Chen Rong always missed his poetry club.

This official fan has found a little feeling in the poetry club.

Because when the poetry club was first established, it might have been very loose. This is because it is difficult to have a core group with great appeal in the poetry club. This is actually natural. Many people join the poetry club just to take a look. But if you really want to talk about it, everyone is a student. Even if you have a better knowledge, what's so great about it? Why can you be domineering to me?

But now it is different. Ye Chunqiu and his son are famous. Ye Chunqiu is the vice president. Ye Jing is now a member of the community. In addition, Chen Rong and Zhang Jinjia are both juren. In this circle, there is one Jie Yuan, one third place in the provincial examination, and two juren are there, which is enough to become a core small circle. More people have begun to join the poetry club, so they are naturally willing to establish a good relationship with the four juren. If the four of them write some articles from time to time to read for the students in the club, this will be of great help to the students.

Moreover, the Taibai Collection of Essays of Taibai Poetry Society has also begun to be published. Chen Rong did spend a lot of money on the first issue, but when the second issue came, a book dealer came to the door, and it would not be possible to not come to the door. Juren is still very important in places like Ningbo. What's more, now two people in one or two people, almost taking the top three of the provincial examinations, have long attracted the attention of students in Zhejiang Province. They may not know Ye Chunqiu, but they know Ye Jieyuan, and Ye Jing, but they definitely know Ye Jieyuan's father who ranked third in the exam. With such a reputation, are they afraid that Taibai Collection will not have a sales lead?

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It's the eighth update again. Yesterday, many people voted for the tiger. The tiger was very grateful. Many people told the tiger that there was a vote to vote but no votes to subscribe. I really thank everyone for their understanding. The tiger feels that it is worth it!
Chapter completed!