Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Hearing Lin Yi's question, several old Chinese doctors in the study of Chinese culture were silent for a while, and Chen Jitong asked, "Is it difficult to write books in the Song Dynasty?"

Several old Chinese doctors nodded and said: "There were frequent wars in the Song Dynasty, and herbal medicine books were not random. Although the records were sloppy, it can be said that it was very difficult to make plant illustrations at that time. It's just a clothed body."

"Moreover, the most rare thing is not writing books, but offering books. Zheng Qiao has presented books four times in his life, and he has only seen Song Gaozong once. In the imperial court, he was squeezed out, and finally died with hatred."

The old Chinese doctor sighed. Zheng Qiao's four book offerings are comparable to Bian He's offering jade. He devoted his life to writing books, but he did not get the attention of the court and the country. Finally, Song Gaozong finally remembered Zheng Qiao and wanted to call Zheng Qiao Presented his general annals, but Zheng Qiao died of illness on the day the imperial decree was issued.

What a pity.

After hearing what the old Chinese doctor said, Chen Jitong also sighed. He looked up at Zheng Qiao on the screen. There was no trace of bitterness or resentment in Zheng Qiao's brows, as if everything was voluntary.

In the picture, when Zheng Qiao heard Lin Yi's question, he also remembered his previous trip to present books. He sighed, stroked his beard, and said, "Although my official career is not good, I failed to become an official in the court. , but I also want to do something for me, Da Song, I have read books all my life, and I always have to do something."

Zheng Qiao looked at Lin Yi, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, which is normal for scholars.

"It's not a big ambition. History books and medical books need to be updated from time to time, but now my Song Dynasty is weak. If the inheritance is cut off, I don't know how future generations will poke the backbone of our Song people. I am just a commoner. Nothing, then write a book and leave a little something, that’s enough.”

"It's just that the road to offering books back then was always bumpy, and it was precisely because of this offering that I realized the dangers of the imperial court and officialdom. Fortunately, I retired to write books, but..."

With tears in Zheng Qiao's eyes, he said, "I don't know how many generations this book can be passed down."

Lin Yi cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Mr., your name and your book will last forever."

Zheng Qiao looked at Lin Yi, then at Li Shizhen, then restrained his sadness, and said, "Yes, yes, so, even if there are all kinds of hard work, I am willing."

Zheng Qiao smiled. Li Shizhen looked at Zheng Qiao, as if he saw his future self. He looked at Zheng Qiao and said, "Mr.

Zheng Qiao looked at Li Shizhen, who was a little older than Li Shizhen, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you have such ambitions, you must be famous in Xinglin."

Li Shizhen cupped his hands, Zheng Qiao put his hands behind his back, looked elsewhere, and said, "It's time to go back, the spring scenery of the apricot forest in front of you, please take a closer look for me, both of you."

After Zheng Qiao left, Li Shizhen raised his head and looked at Xinglin in front of him. He sighed and said, "I grew up in a family of medicine. My father always asked me to take an official career, and he didn't want me to become a doctor. Later, I failed many times. Then he went home to inherit his father's business, and was later recommended by others to become the judge of the imperial hospital."

"In his hospital for five years, I have been reading all kinds of medicinal materials and medical classics stored in the Imperial Hospital. With my meager medical skills, I can also see some differences. From the beginning of medicine to the present, there are books of hundreds of herbs. But there are also differences. At that time, I made a great wish to make a book of hundreds of herbs."

"Later, I left Tai Hospital and decided to open Dongbi Tang at home, where I could receive medical treatment. In the past few years, I still had the same experience in my heart, but my ambition kept urging me to do more. For things, go to see the herbs and medicines in this world, and make the book of herbs."

"Mr. Zheng Qiao's path may be the path I will take in the future."

Li Shizhen took a deep breath, with complex expressions in his eyes, Zheng Qiao walked the same road as him, the road of the predecessors was bumpy, and his road may not be smooth.

"Sir, are you looking forward to it?" Lin Yi asked.

He didn't ask Li Shizhen if he was afraid, because he knew in his heart that since Li Shizhen had made great wishes in his heart, he would definitely not be afraid.

Therefore, he only asked Li Shizhen if he was looking forward to it.

Li Shizhen chuckled, and the laughter was still full of complicated emotions, including anticipation and some unexplained melancholy.

"I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it, but I also have some fears in my heart. I'm over 40 now. If I want to start writing a book, I must travel to various places. If I don't wait, then this book will not be completed."

"but."

Li Shizhen was dull for a while, and the complicated look in his eyes slowly dissipated, and a firm look emerged. He pinched his beard and looked up at Xinglin in front of him.

All the past experience of studying medicine flashed before his eyes, and he said: "As long as you want to do everything, you will not be afraid of being late. Even if I can't finish this book, I can at least start a start for future generations and do it." A role model."

Li Shizhen is obviously thin and weak, but he said this with a bit of pride. He turned his head to look at Lin Yi, and said with a smile: "At that time, I will need my little friend and future generations to inherit my mantle."

While Li Shizhen was speaking, Lin Yi bowed his hands in front of him and said, "I would like to inherit the mantle of Mr. Li."

There were also many Chinese doctors sitting in front of the TV screen. When Li Shizhen said this, they all stood up from the TV, and then bowed their hands to Li Shizhen on the TV.

"Willing to inherit the mantle of Mr.

"Wish to inherit the mantle of Mr.!"

"Wish to inherit the mantle of Mr.!"

In a university of traditional Chinese medicine, all the pharmacy students who were watching TV while differentiating medicinal materials also stood up and bowed their hands to Li Shizhen. For students, it is a great expectation.

Several pharmacy students looked at Li Shizhen on the phone and said, "I feel quite stressed."

"Hahahaha, the road of predecessors has been paved, now it's up to us."

Several pharmacy students looked at each other, then laughed.

Several old Chinese doctors in the Huaxia Cultural Research Institute also looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

"We are also retired old men, but we still have some strength, and we will train some old Chinese doctors for Huaxia!"

"That's right, train some old Chinese medicine practitioners for Huaxia!"

"Didn't Lao Gu say recently that he has taken in a disciple? He's always bragging to us that he's very good. In less than a week, he's finished studying all of Huangdi Neijing and Treatise on Febrile Diseases. This is simply bragging. "

"Lao Gu's method of acupuncture is really good. He said he learned from his family, and he is unwilling to teach us, so what kind of disciple must be for us. No matter, we will go to his house in a while and rub him for a while. meal!"

"Yes, yes, I will go to his house for dinner tomorrow!"

Several old Chinese doctors were chatting, and their hearts unconsciously became clear. Although Chinese medicine has declined in China, there are still many old Chinese doctors who are like them, and they will make contributions to Chinese medicine again in their twilight years.