nucmednet Chapter 997 The female student's family is in trouble!
Chapter 997 The female student's family is in trouble!
The girls gasped in distress.
"Look carefully," Song Jiuzhou picked up a large gear and a small gear, "the large one turns once, the small one takes several turns. That's how speed is achieved."
"Look at this," he said, picking up a spring. "Tighten it, and it stores up power. Release it, and the power is released."
"That's where the power comes from."
“Now, your task,” he said, pointing to the scattered parts on the table, “is to put them back together.”
"Whoever finishes assembling it first gets to keep this." He then pulled out a brand new, even more beautiful wooden butterfly from behind his back.
In an instant, all the girls' eyes lit up.
They were no longer afraid and crowded around, frantically examining the parts.
Some carefully compared them, some discussed them in hushed tones, and some even argued heatedly over the order of a single gear.
Song Jiuzhou stood aside, watching the chaos, and for the first time, a satisfied smile appeared on his usually stern face.
He doesn't want students who can only memorize by rote, but rather craftsmen who dare to take action and try new things.
Liu San Niang's classroom was quite unique, as it was set up on a grassy outdoor area.
There was no table in front of her, only a row of mannequins lying on straw mats.
These mannequins were made of straw and cloth, and various wounds were marked on their bodies with red thread.
"My lessons don't focus on romance or sentimentality, they only discuss life and death," Liu San Niang said in a clear, cold voice, getting straight to the point.
“Your husbands, children, parents, and yourselves may bleed profusely at any time due to falls, burns, or injuries from sharp objects.”
"Wait for a doctor? By then, he might have bled to death."
Her words sent a chill down the spines of all the girls; it was all too real.
"Today, we will only learn three things: how to stop bleeding, how to bandage, and how to prevent a person who has fainted from choking on their own tongue."
She walked over to a mannequin with red lines drawn on its arms and took out clean cotton cloth and bandages from the cloth bag at her waist.
"Look closely, the wound is here, and blood is gushing out."
"First, use a clean cloth to press down firmly!" She pressed hard on the red line. "Don't be afraid of the pain, or you'll die!"
Next, she demonstrated how to use a bandage to make a spiral bandage and how to tie a slipknot that wouldn't come loose.
Her movements were clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.
"Now, work in pairs, one pretends to be the injured person, and the other bandages them up."
"The one who wraps it the fastest and best, this roll of the finest cotton cloth I bought from Suzhou, belongs to her."
The atmosphere immediately became lively.
The girls clumsily imitated the bandages, some wrapping them up like dumplings, others making knots that came undone with a single pull, eliciting bursts of laughter.
Liu San Niang didn't scold them, but patiently walked on and corrected their techniques one by one.
Suddenly, a girl named Xiao Cui, while bandaging her companion's head, slipped in her nervousness and knocked her companion's head to the ground.
She was so scared she was about to cry.
Liu San Niang went over, helped the girl up, checked her over, and then said to Xiao Cui, "You made two mistakes."
"First, they are not mature enough. Second, they are afraid of making mistakes."
“In my class, you can make countless mistakes because they are fake.”
"I want you to make all the mistakes here so that you won't make the same mistakes in real people. Let's do it again."
Xiao Cui nodded heavily, tears welling in her eyes.
......
Shi Man's classroom is that newly cultivated experimental field.
He was wearing old clothes covered in mud, and looked even more nervous than the students. He rubbed his hands together and couldn't utter a coherent sentence for a long time.
"I...I'm called Shi Man, and I'm a farmer." He stammered for a long time, his dark face turning bright red.
The girls all smiled with their lips pursed.
Bai Yiyue appeared at the edge of the field at some point, smiling and nodding at him.
Shi Man seemed encouraged and took a deep breath.
Instead of trying to say anything, he bent down, grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, and spread it in his palm.
Girls, do you know what this is?
"It's soil," someone replied.
“Yes, it’s soil.” Shi Man’s eyes lit up, as if he were talking about his most beloved thing.
"But not all soil is the same."
"Look, this soil is dark and a little damp in your hand, and it smells like grass roots. This is called living soil, which can grow good crops."
"The soil under that wall over there is white and dry, it's called dead soil, it's no use sowing any seeds there."
He led the girls to a large ditch at the edge of the field.
The pit was filled with layers of leaves, weeds, chicken droppings, and soil.
"Don't throw away the leftover vegetable scraps and roots from your meals every day."
"Throw them here and let them rot; they'll become the best fertilizer."
"Mix it into dead soil, and the dead soil will become living soil."
A girl asked curiously, "Mr. Shi, this...this is so dirty."
Shi Man smiled憨厚ly: "Girl, everything grows from the soil. The white rice and sweet melons we eat, which one didn't grow from these dirty things?"
"The land doesn't mind if we're dirty, and we shouldn't mind if we're dirty."
"It's like our mother; if you treat it well, it will repay you with the best things."
He made each girl grab a handful of soil, feel its temperature and humidity, and bury the vegetable leaves in the fertilizer pit by hand.
At first, some people were disgusted, but when they saw Shi Man treating the soil like a treasure, their disdain gradually turned into awe.
The most unexpected thing was Du Jiu and Qian Duoduo's class.
The two of them actually applied to co-teach the course.
In the classroom, Du Jiu paced back and forth with a handwritten copy of "A Brief Explanation of Marriage Law," while Qian Duoduo drew a huge abacus on the blackboard.
"Dear students," Du Jiu cleared his throat and began politely, "today we won't discuss national laws, only family matters. You will all be getting married in the future, so whose dowry will it be?"
"Of course it's from my husband's family!" a girl answered without hesitation, a sentiment shared by everyone.
“Wrong!” Du Jiu categorically denied. “The laws of the Great Wu Dynasty clearly state that a woman’s property, including her personal belongings and dowry, belongs to her!”
"It means your dowry will always be yours!"
"The husband's family has no right to dispose of it, much less sell it!"
In a word, it was earth-shattering.
All the girls were stunned.
"Then...then my father used my mother's dowry to pay off his gambling debts..." a girl whispered.
"That's illegal!" Du Jiu's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight. "Your father owes your mother a debt!"
At this moment, Qian Duoduo tapped the blackboard and took over the conversation: "Mr. Du is talking about power, I'm talking about profit."
“The dowry is yours, but if it’s just sitting in a box, it’s nothing but a pile of dead things.”
"Ten years later, a piece of fine silk or satin is still the same silk or satin, and it may even fade or be damaged by insects. This is called devaluation."
He drew a circle on the abacus with chalk: "But what if you used the money for this dress to buy a share in a fabric shop, or to open a small embroidery shop?"
"Ten years from now, it may have turned into a gold mine. That's called value appreciation."
One talks about rights, the other about interests; one teaches you how to protect your property, the other teaches you how to double your property.
Du Jiu took out a virtual prenuptial agreement: "Look, writing this clause will guarantee your ownership of the dowry."
Qian Duoduo immediately added: "Add an appendix next to this to clarify the management rights and profit distribution rights of the dowry, and you will be in charge!"
The girls listened with shining eyes, as if a door to a new world had suddenly opened before them.
"But we don't have any dowry..."
Yes, many of these women don't have dowries because their families are poor.
Qian Duoduo smiled and said, "The reason I'm telling you all this is because you'll soon have dowries, and you'll be able to earn a real sum of money at the academy."
"Moreover, the academy will also give you scholarships, as long as you study hard and make progress every day."
what? !
Everyone was stunned.
The first day of classes is over.
The girls returned to their dorm and chattered excitedly, too excited to sleep.
Their hands might be covered in mud, their clothes might be stained with ink, and their minds might be filled with all sorts of unheard-of ideas.
Among the first thirty students of the Seven Fairies Girls' Academy was a girl named Lin Xiaocao.
As her name suggests, she was thin and quiet, the most inconspicuous person in the crowd.
Her father was a peddler in the south of the city, carrying his wares through the streets and alleys every day, while her mother stayed at home sewing and washing clothes for others. The family's livelihood depended entirely on the hard work of her parents.
What Xiaocao liked most in the academy was not Song Jiuzhou's novel toys, nor the fruits and vegetables in Shimantian, but Liu Sanniang and Du Jiu's lessons.
Because what Liu San Niang taught could save lives, and the methods that Mr. Du Jiu spoke of made her realize for the first time that besides human relationships, there was something called rules that could protect her.
That day, Xiaocao was learning to identify hemostatic herbs in class when Bai Qiyue rushed in and whispered a few words in her ear.
Xiaocao's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she dropped the herbs in her hand and ran outside.
It turned out that her father, Lin the peddler, had gotten into an argument with someone in a narrow alley in the west of the city. He was pushed down and broke his leg. Now he has been sent home, but the troublemaker has run away.
Upon learning of this, Bai Yiyue immediately said, "Eryue, hitch up the carriage and take Xiaocao home."
"Mr. Liu, would you mind coming with me?"
"Saving lives is urgent." Without saying much, Liu San Niang immediately slung her medicine box over her shoulder and boarded the carriage with the bewildered Xiao Cao.
The carriage sped along and soon arrived at a dilapidated courtyard in the south of the city.
As soon as they reached the door, they heard Lin's mother's heart-wrenching cries and Lin the peddler's painful groans coming from inside the house.
Xiaocao rushed into the house and saw her father lying on the bed, his right leg twisted at an unnatural angle, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
The mother sat by, helpless, only able to cry and wipe her sweat with a handkerchief.
"Father! Mother!" Little Grass cried and rushed over.
"Quickly! Get out of the way!" Liu San Niang stepped into the house, her voice clear and powerful, instantly calming the chaotic scene.
She bent down to examine the peddler's leg, her brow furrowed: "It's fractured, and dislocated."
"The leg must be repositioned and immobilized immediately, otherwise it will be useless!"
"Miracle doctor! Please, please save my husband!" Lin's mother cried out as if grasping at a straw.
Liu San Niang glanced around and made a quick decision: "Miss Bai, go and find some clean, sturdy wooden planks."
"Little Grass, boil some water and bring me the cleanest cloth!"
"The more the merrier!"
Under Liu San Niang's guidance, the panicked family immediately found their anchor.
Bai Eryue quickly found a wooden board, and Xiaocao, holding back her tears, skillfully lit a fire to boil water.
As Liu San Niang prepared, she said to Xiao Cao, "Do you remember what I taught you in class? What's the first step in treating external injuries?"
The little grass choked back tears, but still answered clearly, "Clean...clean! Prevent the wound from getting infected!"
“Very good.” Liu San Niang nodded. “Now, use strong liquor and hot water to clean the mud off his legs. Don’t be afraid, be gentle but quick.”
Under Liu San Niang's guidance, Xiao Cao actually calmed down and carefully cleaned her father's wounds with a cloth.
Although her movements were clumsy, they were methodical, leaving Lin's mother, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.
Ready, Liu San Niang took a deep breath and said to Lin the peddler, "It will hurt a lot, bear with it!" Before she finished speaking, she grabbed her ankle with both hands and pulled and twisted it sharply!
"Ah—!" Lin the peddler screamed in agony and then fainted.
"That's right." Sweat also appeared on Liu San Niang's forehead.
She quickly aligned the bones, then clamped them with a wooden board on both sides, and with the help of Xiaocao and Bai Eryue, secured them firmly with layers of bandages.
The set of movements was so fluid and graceful that it was both breathtaking and awe-inspiring to watch.
"His life is saved, but his leg..."
"You can't get out of bed for three months. Take good care of yourself, and you should recover." Liu San Niang wiped her hands and prescribed a formula to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
The pillar of the family had fallen, and Lin's mother's tears flowed again: "But...but that damned bastard who injured people ran away!"
"Where can we go to seek justice?!"
"How are we going to pay for the medical bills and the food for the next three months?!"
Upon hearing this, Xiaocao, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised her head. Although there were still tears in her eyes, there was a hint of determination she had learned at the academy.
She walked to her mother's side and whispered, "Mother, do you remember what the person who pushed Father down looked like?"
"What did he say? Did anyone see it?"
Lin's mother was taken aback, not expecting her daughter to ask these questions.
She tried hard to recall: "I...I didn't see clearly, but I heard your father say that it was Wang Ermazi from Dexing Cloth Shop, fighting over a stall spot..."
"He...he also said, 'Go ahead and sue the authorities if you dare, and see if the officials side with you or my uncle!'"
"Who is his uncle?" Xiaocao pressed.
"It seems...it seems to be some kind of registrar in the county government..."
Hearing the word "official," Lin's mother felt even more desperate.
In the eyes of these ordinary people, fighting against officials is like throwing an egg against a rock.
The little grass's tiny hands were clenched into fists.
She recalled what Mr. Du Jiu had said in class: "In any dispute, witnesses and physical evidence are both indispensable."