Vol 2 Chapter 1103: boot cut pant

It's up to people to make things, and it's up to heaven to make things happen. Don't be strong.
Kong Ming Zhuge Liang did his best and waited for a moment.
Until the end, he helped Liu Bei establish Xishu, the second emperor of Li, and Liu Bei was just a corner, and he did not fulfill his great desire to rejuvenate the Han Dynasty.
Is this a success?
Even sages and wise men dare not force it, let alone mortals?
you are not a fish, how to know the joy of fish. My honey, his arsenic. Frost.
So sometimes, you can't force yourself to do things and behave.
Zhou Jiao figured it out. She wouldn't force the children's wishes, but she couldn't ignore it and leave it behind.
With Dr. Hu's unlearned, she packed up the medicines, and sent her three sons away for internship at the grassroots level. She also returned to the TCM clinic of the city hospital every weekend.
In the case of the third brother Dong Zhichao, she is not the deputy director of a certain department of the Planning Commission, but her master, a disciple of Doctor Hu in her eighties, is a small Chinese doctor who is proficient in acupuncture and moxibustion.
As a certain point in history approached, Zhou Jiao spent more of her free time on medical skills. In order to practice her hand feel, she even picked up embroidery.
Recently, I want to say that Doctor Hu is the happiest person. If Zhou Jiao had not done well in her work now, the old man would have liked the only successor to give up work and concentrate on studying medical skills.
With such thoughts, he naturally talked about it whenever he had the opportunity.
On this day, in the ward, Dr. Hu once again looked at Zhou Jiao, who was acupuncture for the patient. When he went out, the little apprentice started to smile, and he repeated the old saying.
"Jiaojiao, seeing the patient recover again, is it a sense of accomplishment?"
"Ok."
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddha. There is no industry greater than saving the dead and healing the wounded. Just now the patient was still the pillar of the family, and saving him is equivalent to a family. The ancients said: If you don't be good, you will be a good doctor. In the past, the position of a doctor was no less than that of an official."
Zhou Jiao looked at him guiltily, "Master."
This trick was a great attempt on Doctor Hu, and the old man suddenly rolled his eyes and waved his hand, "Oh, forget it, you like it."
Zhou Jiao was able to care about the life or death of outsiders, but she felt guilty for the elderly.
How good the old man is to him, she must feel guilty. In the past, it was because of the situation, he did not force it, but was worried about himself.
But now?
Originally let go of his incompetent apprentice, and picked the youngest May Day. The old man really wanted to train his apprentice to succeed him.
As a result, her youngest son was not interested in these things, and went to college happily, and ran with her mother to do what he called "partial doors."
Fortunately, Shimen still had seniors. She remembered that she had sworn not to cut the roots of Shimen when she first went to the teacher, otherwise she would really be able to apologize.
When Zhang Guoqing came to pick her up, Zhou Jiao was still thinking about a question.
"The old man really doesn't want to accept another apprentice? Should I persuade him."
Zhou Jiao squinted at him. "He said five years ago. He is so old that he will be bothered to teach people when he is crazy. Not to mention him, it is me, I am not interested in teaching outsiders.
This is not about learning from outsiders, but tired, tired. You have to be talented and hardworking. Know how many books I have read in the earliest three years? "
Zhang Guoqing shook his head speechlessly. Daughter-in-law, you are arrogant, understand?
"Originally, I wanted to get a month by the water and the terrace, but the wheat ears can be considered as a foundation, but she just came a few days, and I tried several times, but it still didn't work.
She has memorized a thin book of Treatise on Febrile Diseases for three or four days. With the comparison of the four of my mother and my wife, if she falls into the hands of my master, she will not die or be injured. "
Zhou Jiao sighed, "I sympathize with my master and his elders now. No wonder I have been refusing to accept apprentices. Several of my brothers and sisters started to recite medical skills at the age of three. If they can walk, they have to carry a small basket and follow up the mountain. Medicine. Think about where you can find such conditions now?"
"Orphanage?"
Zhou Jiao shook her head quickly, "Who will serve? No. He is too old and really doesn't want to accept it. I'm not interested in bothering for outsiders."
Zhang Guoqing smiled, "I'll talk about it later, maybe one of our grandchildren might be interested. I saw that the old man never had this idea."
"Only you are smart."
Zhang Guoqing continued to hold the steering wheel with both hands and slowed down, "It is said that people are old and fine. He has lived so old, who is better than him."
Zhou Jiao is the least happy to hear about someone who is very old and old, which shows that the time to spend with her is one more day than one day.
She turned her head and looked out of the car window, still looking at the vigorous young people on the street.
"Huh? Brother, look at the front left, right, just the guy everyone is staring at, bell bottom pants, there are really people on the street, you stop."
When Zhang Guoqing heard this, he immediately braked. At this sight, he suddenly uttered a loud voice, really pushing the young man!
"It's really like a big broom. The bell-bottoms that the old housekeeper gave me are already too exaggerated. I didn't expect there to be more exaggerated."
"Brother, go down and have a look and make trouble."
It is rare that his wife wanted to join in the excitement. Zhang Guoqing got out of the car without a word and stood beside her, "Don't get too close, maybe someone reported to the neighborhood committee."
While talking, there were already a lot of pedestrians in front of them, and only the girls inside were screaming for help, and the boys yelling furiously to try the scissors.
Zhou Jiao didn't want to squeeze into the crowd, and followed Zhang Guoqing on the periphery, standing on her toes to watch the excitement.
She had heard that when flared pants had just become popular in China, she had used scissors to "click" a lot when met by the old lady, but she didn't expect it to be a lie.
"Look at it, that's foreign jeans."
"Jeans? Are the trousers worn by foreign cowboys?"
"Hahaha, I heard that these are flared pants. Also, jeans are not pants worn by foreign cowboys."
"It doesn't matter what pants they are, they are not good anyway."
"It's shameful, just like a second-rate guy, wearing pants that look like a big broom, why don't the adults care about it?"
With a sharp "Ah" voice ~EbookFREE.me~, a group of people in a large circle ignored the discussion, and all made a burst of laughter.
Seeing this, Zhou Jiao pulled Zhang Guoqing and turned to leave.
The attitude of these people who eat melon is actually the attitude of many people in this era.
No wonder this is so.
In the past ten years or so, the people living in this land have experienced too much suffering, and even people dare not accept new things anymore, let alone take a step forward.
Such thoughts have long been ingrained, and wanting to change is not for a while.
And the new things that young people can easily accept are undoubtedly deviant in the eyes of these older people. So she didn't even think about helping others.
This conflict can only change slowly over time. I don't know whether it is good or bad. There is room for rebirth in the fifties