This was a matter of principle!
Looking at his father's serious face and eyes, Guo Zhenghe, who had always been intelligent and eloquent, did not know how to answer for a while. He could only admit his mistake.
In this world, there was always one thing that could subdue another.
Young Master Guo was most afraid of his father.
There were some things that he did not tell his father, whether it was in the place where he was in power or personal matters. It was not that he did not want to, but that he did not dare to.
"This time, you used public resources for private purposes. Next time, will you directly hire a murderer?" Guo Zhaojun asked sternly.
"No, I won't make such a mistake again," Guo Zhenghe hurriedly said. He knew his father was really angry.
"From today onwards, you are not allowed to have any personal contact with this local official. If I find out, you will go back to Beijing directly!"
"Yes," Guo Zhenghe immediately replied.
"Also, regarding the matter of Wang Yao, you should stop now. Since she doesn't like you, then give up. The world is so big, and there are many excellent girls. I still say that you can only be open and aboveboard. Don't use insidious means. Don't forget, she saved your life!"
"I know, Father," Guo Zhenghe said.
"Well, tell me about your next plan."
This meant that they were going to be tested.
After listening, Guo Zhenghe pondered for a moment. Then, he told his father some of his political ideas in front of some of his own. This was his understanding and summary of his work after stepping into the officialdom for a period of time. He had never told anyone before.
Guo Zhaojun listened quietly. At some points, he interrupted his son and asked a few questions to let him continue.
Well, he was very pleased that his son could have his own way of thinking about governance. This was equivalent to knowing what one's purpose was before doing something, and then using what methods and means around the purpose. This was the basic framework. Guo Zhenghe had no problem with it, and Guo Zhaojun did not deliberately tell him some of his own ideas. He only carefully explained to his son some of the things that he had to pay attention to when he was engaged in a special "profession."
What could be done, what should be done actively, and what should not be done. He had to understand the spirit and intention of the higher-ups and maintain consistency.
These were the most basic things that had to be known.
"Zhenghe, don't think that the Guo family is wealthy and powerful. Our family has been officials for generations, and I'm sitting in my current position. You have to know that many people are watching us, waiting for us to make a mistake and replace us."
It was true that aristocratic families were glorious, but under that glory, there was unimaginable pressure.
No one wanted to be in the limelight today, only to have the sun set in the west tomorrow.
Guo Zhaojun wanted his son to know these things. At the very least, he couldn't make any mistakes. For example, if this matter was known by those with ulterior motives, it would be a weakness that could be used to attack him.
On this path, sometimes it wasn't about how dazzling your achievements were, but whether you made mistakes. The doctrine of the mean had been highly respected by officials since ancient times.
He knew his son's personality very well. He wanted to do things, he wanted to do big things, he wanted to do everything better than others. Although it could be said that he had not yet reached the point of being greedy for grandiose achievements, perhaps he himself was not aware of this point clearly. Competitiveness was a characteristic of young people, but in the officialdom, it was not desirable.
"Don't go back tonight. Stay and have a drink with me."
"OK."
In the end, it was his son, the next generation of the Guo family. As a strict father, Guo Zhaojun also hoped that his son could be successful all the way.
Aristocratic families, of course, had a high starting point, but it also made their children too smooth and lacked some setbacks. In this life, no one would have a smooth life. There were storms and setbacks.
In the mountain village, Wang Yao harvested part of the herbal field in one day. He then flattened the land and planted new herb seeds.
As for the repeated planting, in such a place, in the spirit gathering battle array, there was no such thing.
After all this, he tidied up the herbs and prepared to make a batch of pills in the next two days.
When it was almost dark, he went down the mountain. He happened to see Wang Zecheng coming out of his home, carrying tools and preparing to go up the mountain.
"Why are you back so early today?"
"The factory over there is not so busy, so I don't work at night," Wang Zecheng said with a smile.
"Where are you going?"
"I want to go to the field to see how the herbs I just planted are growing."
"Let's go together."
"Oh, OK."
The two men went to Wang Zecheng's field together. These fields were all reclaimed on Dongshan Mountain. They were terraced fields, one by one, arranged along the hillside. Each piece was only a few centimeters or even smaller. It was not big. The fields were not purely crops. There were also some trees on the ground, including peach trees, apricot trees, and cherries.
In Wang Zecheng's field, the new seedlings of the herbs grew well.
"Look, is this OK?" In order to plant these herbs, he had spent a lot of effort.
"Well, it's very good," Wang Yao said with a smile.
In fact, the earliest herbs were wild plants, but people discovered their medicinal value and tried to plant them artificially. This was the same as the crops at the beginning. They grew on the mountain and were not so delicate. What's more, the environment of Dongshan Mountain was actually good.
"Are these saplings in the way?" He pointed to several saplings in the field.
"Not in the way, as long as they are here."
Wang Zecheng stayed and cleaned up the weeds in the field. Wang Yao went down the mountain.
It was dark, and the wind blew away a lot of the scorching heat of the past few days.
The next day, the clinic opened.
Wen Wan and her son came first.
"We want to go out for a walk. Do you see my mother's body?"
"It's fine. It's good to go out for a walk."
"Oh, OK, thank you," Fan Youren said happily.
"Where are you going?"
"The seaside."
"The seaside. Don't go there these days."
"What's wrong?"
"It's going to rain," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Oh." Fan Youren patted his head. How could he forget about the weather?
After they left, several patients came in the morning. They all had gastrointestinal discomfort.
The first was a young man. His face was a little pale. He had severe diarrhea. He was from the village.
"Brother."
"Diarrhea?"
"Yes."
"How many days has it been?"
"Three days."
"Open your mouth. Ah."
"Have you eaten a lot of barbecue recently?"
"Yes, four or five times."
"Have you also drunk beer?"
"How can you not drink beer when you eat barbecue?" He had severe diarrhea since yesterday. Today happened to be his grandfather's birthday. He came back to the village and listened to his family. He came to see Wang Yao.
"Your stomach is out of balance, and your body is hot and humid," Wang Yao said. "You still eat things that can make you heaty. I'll prescribe some medicine for you."
Dark plum, codonopsis, atractylodes, and perilla.
A few simple herbs could stop diarrhea and reduce astringency.
"Eat a light diet," Wang Yao said. "Don't eat greasy, spicy, and sweet things. Also, eat less watermelon."
"OK." The young man got up and left.
In fact, he could get some Western medicine for his illness.
The second patient was a child, about five or six years old. His mother brought him to the village. He also had diarrhea and diarrhea.
"Have you eaten a lot of ice cream these days?"
"Yes, three ice cream a day is not enough," the woman said.
"Come, lie down. I'll rub it for you."
After the child lay down, Wang Yao gently rubbed his abdomen. He could hear the sound of his intestines growling.
"The stomach of a child is far more fragile than that of an adult. You must control these cold drinks. Don't eat too much. It's best not to eat," Wang Yao said as he massaged the child.
In fact, the so-called cold drinks, cola, and the like did not have any effect of cooling down and relieving the heat. On the contrary, it could cause gastrointestinal discomfort. The reason people liked it was because it was delicious and tasty. They felt quite comfortable when they ate and drank it.
"How do you feel?"
"It's quite comfortable," the child said. When Wang Yao massaged him, he kept farting. Wang Yao did not care.
Then, Wang Yao prescribed him a medicine to clear away heat and stop diarrhea.
The third patient still had diarrhea.
Cough, cough, cough. The man was still coughing.
"Have you caught a cold?"
"Yes."
"How many days has it been?"
"Three days. I started to have diarrhea yesterday."
"What medicine did you take?"
The man told Wang Yao the medicine.
"Your diarrhea was caused by the cold. To be precise, it was caused by the cold medicine you took," Wang Yao said.
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