Daqin: The first emperor came to recognize his relatives, and I greeted him with a knife

The village head naturally thought Zhao Yang's proposal was very good.

But it would be too expensive to open a school, and I had to hire a teacher.

In addition, so many children buy bamboo slips, which is also a lot of money.

The dividends are probably only enough to build a school, but the subsequent expenses...

Everyone can't afford it.

The village chief said worriedly: "This cost is really too high."
They can't afford much money now, and they can barely make ends meet.

But if Zhao Yang came alone, it would be too bad for him.

The people in the village already owed Zhao Yang a lot, and no matter how much they owed them, they would never be able to finish it.

Seeing the hesitation on the village chief's face, Zhao Yang also understood what he was thinking.

So he quickly explained: "Just build a house in the village, and other gentlemen, I will take care of things like bamboo slips."
The village head knew that Zhao Yang also wanted to minimize the cost.

Now that he has decided to open this school, it means that Zhao Yang has calculated the cost.

"You wait a moment."

The village chief turned his head back to the room and took out a box.

He opened the box, and there were about a dozen coins in it.

"I also saved this money by myself, so it would be nice if I could contribute to the children."

Others' families are in great difficulty and can't afford much money.

Relying on his small official position as the head of the village, he can still get a meager monthly payment from the government.

He can only save this little money.

Zhao Yang shook his head.

Of course he can't ask for this money.

"You can keep the money, and you can make a lot of money selling that recipe."

Not allowing him to say more, the village head forced the box into his hand.

"You should keep this little money. Although I know that this money is insignificant for building a school, it is still my heart. Building a school is a major event in the village. As the village head, I can't ignore it. I can't do anything. Everything asks you for money."

Zhao Yang couldn't beat him, and in order to reassure the village chief, he could only accept the money.

The village chief told other villagers about this, and everyone was very happy and praised Zhao Yang.

"If this school is opened, our Sanfu Village will become the only place with a school in the nearby villages."

"It's not because there is a talent like Xiaoyang in our village!"

"I've watched this child grow up since I was a child, so I can't be wrong."

"In the future, when these children grow up, they will definitely be able to become the same people as Zhao Yang when they can read and read. At that time, the village will rely on them."

Zhao Yang scratched his head with a smile, he was used to everyone's praise.

Aunt Li and the others also knew that their family would not be able to pay much.

But if you have money, you will contribute money, but if you have no money, you will contribute.

They all decided to help build a house together.

All the people in the village have gathered, and they will start work and choose a place in the next few days.

Zhao Yang has been studying papermaking all the time.

It was delayed because of the matter of Qianyunlou, so it has not been researched yet.

Anyway, it will take some time to build the school, and he plans to study it slowly.

When Zhao Yang returned home, he decided to hurry up and create a recipe to make money in the next few days.

Because money is definitely not spent.

Although it is just to build a school, there are also some expenses that I can't count.

Zhao Yang can't starve the whole village just to open a school.

You have to find a stable way to make money.

Knowledge must be learned, and money must be earned.

Zhao Yang counted the money.

Now after removing the money spent on building the house in the early stage, there is still a little money left.

It's just right, I can go buy medicine for my mother to treat her face first.

The scar on my mother's face has been dragging on for too long.

Zhao Yang didn't want his mother to feel inferior anymore because of the scar on her face.

He decided to go to the pharmacy immediately to get the medicine.

Fortunately, He Qing and the others took him around the city last time, so Zhao Yang found the pharmacy soon.

Almost all shops in this city are linked to officials.

For example, Yong'an Square.

As the largest pharmacy in Daqin, it is the shop under the name of the genius doctor Xia Wuqie.

Ordinary people can't sell things indiscriminately outside. They have to go through various procedures, which is very troublesome.

However, Zhao Yang felt a little strange.

I just haven't been to this city for a few days, why do I feel that there are fewer people around?
Zhao Yang walked quickly into Yong'an Square, and just as he was about to grab the medicine, he saw Uncle Li who had helped He Qing with his diagnosis and treatment.

Before, Uncle Li also knew Zhao Yang because of He Qing.

Uncle Li was also happy when he saw him, he didn't expect to see Zhao Yang here.

After seeing Zhao Yang's acupuncture last time, Uncle Li never forgot about him.

After the two chatted for a while, Zhao Yang saw that his complexion didn't look very good, so he asked, "Uncle Li, why do you feel that your complexion is not very good recently, try to rest as much as possible."
Zhao Yang also kindly reminded him.

After all, he had never seen anyone with such heavy dark circles.

Come to think of it, Uncle Li probably didn't have a good rest for several days.

After all, as you get older, you need to pay more attention to your body.

Uncle Li sighed, shook his head and said, "You may not come here often. I don't know that the vicinity of Xianyang City is not safe recently. I haven't closed my eyes for a day or two. Many households have fever and have been unable to retreat."
As soon as the words finished, Uncle Li leaned into his ear again, and whispered: "According to my experience, it seems that there is a plague."
Zhao Yang frowned, feeling that this matter was very difficult.

Generally, in ancient times, if there was a plague, it would be the same as a catastrophe, basically a batch of dead people.

But this is also natural selection, survival of the fittest, Zhao Yang has no way to interfere.

Even if he wanted to save, he could only save a small number of people.

Moreover, it is still unknown what the plague is like.

If it is extremely contagious and the cause cannot be found, there is no way to cure it.

At this time, you can't spread kindness and save people at will.

If you don't pay attention and bring the plague back to the village, the whole village will suffer accordingly.

"That's a pain for these people, Uncle Li, you must pay attention to protection."
Zhao Yang also sympathized with these city people very much.

He planned in his heart that after returning home, he must take measures in the village to prevent the villagers from getting sick.

Uncle Li nodded and said, "I will definitely take good precautions, but if I can save other people's lives, my old bones are worth it."
After practicing medicine for many years, he has long been used to watching life and death.

The plague took away the lives of many people, and he even watched a family of more than a dozen die in front of him.

But when it comes to these, he sometimes sighs.

Zhao Yang couldn't help but glance at Li Boduo.

Before, he only thought that Uncle Li was a doctor with excellent medical skills.

But now after listening to what he said, Zhao Yang's evaluation of Uncle Li is a bit higher.

At this moment, an old man came in from the door.

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy followed behind him, asking all kinds of questions with a smile on his face, and still calling out for his lord.

Li Bo moved closer to Zhao Yang's ear and said, "This person is the Great Qin doctor I told you about before, Xia Wuqie."

In fact, Uncle Li has always been very low-key, and he and Xia Wuqie also know each other.

However, the two only had a few exchanges on medical skills.

It turned out that Xia Wuqi passed by here to treat the plague today, thinking that his pharmacy has a relatively complete range of medicinal materials, so he came in to grab the medicine.

Zhao Yang looked at Xia Wuqi, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Why does Xia Wuqi, the great Qin doctor, seem kind-hearted?