The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

None of the servants in Zhuangzi used to take her face as a root, not to say that she was weak, but to say that she had fallen into this field, her eyes were still on her head, as if to say a word with them insulted her dignity.

Van Yan can no longer be spoiled. She is also the daughter of the Zheng Dynasty of the Van Dynasty. The foreign family also only claims that Lady Van XVII is sick on the village. Therefore, although the servants do not like this master in their hearts and minds, they never take her seriously, but they dare not be difficult. Most of all, they do not care. However, the day before yesterday, they also witnessed Wednesday's resurrection of Wednesday's death. It was not only Zhou Jia Village, but everyone in the village was instantly impressed with the face, and their attitude was much more humble than before.

After reading the letter, Yan Yan casually left the letterhead in his baggage. “Night green, give him half the money. ”

After a night of lush green, even though 10,000 people in her heart did not want to, she could not brush the face of her own wife in front of the outsider. Now give what is in her hand to Xing Lady, unload half the money from the sinking in the middle of her waist, and send it to the small page with a strong smile. "If you help my wife, the woman will certainly not be wronged. Thanks for your help this time. ”

At first, the small pages were surprised. After realistically touching the semi-class money, they woke up as if they were dreaming. "Thank you, ma'am, for the gift. In the future, if you have anything to tell me, I will certainly do my best. ”

Valjen nodded slightly, "Thank you. ”

Just a polite word, but surprising enough, the page knew that she was polite, hurriedly put the money in her sleeve bag and bowed back.

“Huh, what a face!” Night green whispered.

Neither Xing nor Van Yan answered the phone. As an unpopular daughter, Van Yan didn't deserve to spend the money. Who would have nothing to do to come here and dedicate their hospitality! Besides, in the past, the good news is that you don't eat fireworks and empty valley orchids. The bad news is that you are poor. The obvious past is worse than the servants in the main courtyard. The hard news is that you feel like you are superior and you can't see reality.

Today's event is to make Valjen realize the importance of money. If Datang must survive, she must definitely make money, but the appearance of this clarity and mud at the moment makes her uncomfortable.

“Visit Mr. Sun first.” Valjen grabbed that Yantai and hurried out.

At night Green hastily stuffed the two taels of silver, leaving the rest to Xing Ma to dispose of, lifted the dress pendant, and flew to catch up with Valjen.

After reading the letter, which had not yet been folded, Xing Lai did not have much content. It was just a polite greeting. Secondly, she said that the two taels of silver in the baggage were the medical fee given to the doctor the previous day. They did not receive it. The Tolu family returned it. However, Wednesday Bro was still extremely weak, and the Liu family could not leave, so she transferred it to Tosanchen to bring it along.

Brahma presses the waves of her heart, trying to make her steps as normal as possible.

It was in the early morning, the villages crossed each side of the river bank, the house opened the back door along the river, the staircase built by the blue stone slab leads straight into the river water, the women of all households, on the stone step have tao rice wash vegetables, mutual use of Wu Nong soft language cold.

There was also a Uttar boat carrying some cargo, slowly passing through the river, asking women who were washing their vegetables if they needed to buy or exchange cargo.

Looking at such calm and peaceful images, the anxiety gradually calmed down, but the footsteps never slowed down. Just as when solving a murder, forensic doctors need to arrive at the scene of the crime in the shortest time, Yan Yan has become accustomed to this way of doing things.

At night, Lu knew that Meng Palace was in the east of the village, so he took Valjen towards it.

One day in the morning, the children's crisp reading has been heard before the monastery house was seen.

Listening to the voice, Valjen is able to distinguish, there are not many students, there are about 14 or 5, the age is also uneven, the small voice is vague, the milk sounds, the large has the characteristics of a juvenile.

In the alley of the village, I occasionally encountered several villagers. I saw Valjen holding one side of Yantai in his hand and hurried in his footsteps. Though full of doubt, they all gave way immediately, respectfully saluted.

Doctor, you've been respected since ancient times. Ask who's not afraid of old age, disease, death? People like Valjen who can "rise and fall” naturally become awe-inspiring.

The monastery in the village is just a two-length house, just like the house, built along the water, there is no courtyard in front of the house, and there is no staircase leading to the river behind the house. Instead, it stretches out about three feet wide of the water table, and there is a circle of wooden fence on the water table, looking at the color, that is, it was nailed up for almost two days.

Tang dynasty houses are generally low, but this monastery is slightly taller than residential houses, and construction is affordable. Villagers can see the importance attached to education.

The green probe looked at the house at night, a row of neat children sitting on their knees, big and small, shaking their heads as Sang Chen recited a thousand words, the youngest children may not even walk steadily, don't say sit, is just standing there, can also use the short ones. But that face seriously held a book, because his hands were too small, he held even hard, the child twisted his little eyebrows, and his little mouth moved with the sound of the stream, quite a look, although, he had the book in his hand reversed.

Meanwhile, Ping Xiao, who was made to cry by the green at night, was lying on his seat and sleeping back to his cage. The saliva all flowed to his cheek. No way. Tap, tap. I'm afraid I dreamed it was delicious.

Three and a half kids with twigs, you stab me privately, I stab you. From time to time, a girl sneaks at the boy who seriously endorses her, and another doll goes to grab her hair...

In a tiny monkey hall, the chicken dog jumps, so it's not lively.

And Sang Chen seemed to have no idea, closed his eyes, shook his head, more seriously drunk than anyone else.

The evening green mouth laughed and lowered its voice. “I didn't know. The most lively place in the village was the monastery! ”

Van Yan stood outside and waited quietly, looking at Sang Chenna's intoxicated appearance, interrupting him all feeling cruel. Even though Valjen was anxious, she had always been principled and stood outside the door until their early reading was over.

Thousand words, as the name implies, thousand words, but these children are not of the same age, some have completed their studies, some have learned only a few sentences, so Sun Chen led them to recite the whole story twice, the first half twice, and finally only the first few sentences.

After all, Sang Chen focused on the first half.

During this time, the front of the monastery was also very lively. Several fourteen and five-year-old girls arched their bodies along the roots of the wall and quietly went to the window. It seemed like a dial. In fact, it wasn't because Van Yan found that their little movements were often full of hostility. Either I “unintentionally” stepped on you or you “carelessly” kicked me.

The girls obviously came often, and when they were about to reach the window, suddenly they saw Dallas standing in front of the door with a look in their eyes or with contempt or hatred.

As soon as the noise in the room stopped, his face faintly retracted. He asked Sang Chen to come out in the evening green.

The girls who were not satisfied with the evening greenery were disrespectful to their own women. They also played tricks. The hands and feet were quick. Almost as if Van Yan had just indicated, she had already stood at the door and knocked gently on the door. “Mr. Sang, the slaves are the late greenery of the Mansion. My wife had some important things to ask Mr. Sang to teach him. Please do him a favor. ”

The girls blushed and stared at the green shadow at night with hatred. They jumped like bunnies and ran around.

Valjen looked at a few lively girls and couldn't help but smile. Looks like this Mr. Sang is extremely popular!