Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 681 - 683: Using Money to Reward Studying Chinese Medicine

"Mom." Zhan Banxia made an effort to pick up a piece of meat for Zhan Jing.

"Mom, have some fish." Zhan Zisu, looking worried, picked up some food for Zhan Jing.

These two brats, now they know to be afraid. Didn’t they consider before whether their decision would upset people badly?

"Mom, eat more."

"Yes, Mom, eat more so you can stay healthy." Zhan Zisu smiled sweetly.

Zhan Jing didn’t want to engage, but with a glance from Hua Miaozhu, she was startled. How did she know it’s New Year’s Eve dinner? Not to mention, Zhuge Zhi was sitting next to her. What would he think seeing her like this?

Zhan Jing was obviously discontent. She had explicitly denied the children’s idea at first, but who knew they would turn around and get Zhuge Zhi to finalize the matter.

Although Zhan Jing could say what the children decided doesn’t count, she didn’t dare nor had the confidence. Even though her own father had passed, can she deny what he had written?

Actually, deep down, Zhan Jing understood that agreeing to this is also beneficial for her two sons. She was just angry that they didn’t consider her feelings, just skipping over her like this? Is that okay?

How could kids so young already have such ideas? What would they be like when they grow older?

Hmph, these kids were spoiled by the elders. "In the future, consider things more carefully, and even if parents don’t agree, you can still sit down and talk it over slowly."

No matter how upset she was, as Zhao Gang said, how long could she stay angry with her two children? "Alright, eat."

Scooping up a few mouthfuls of the food her son picked for her, Zhan Jing’s actions relaxed everyone. Otherwise, with Zhan Jing’s gloomy mood these past few days, they really didn’t dare say anything.

Even Hua Miaozhu didn’t dare to advise, fearing Zhan Jing would snap back at her, escalating the situation.

Zhuge Zhi was quite tense as well. Although the children said they agreed, he still hoped Zhan Jing would agree voluntarily. "Rest assured, my belongings will be divided among the children."

Zhuge Zhi never imagined Zhao Gang would be worried about this. While he never assumed parents would be perfectly fair, the effort to be fair shouldn’t be let down.

"Uncle, teaching them knowledge is more than enough. As for your stuff, I think it should go to Hongjie." Zhan Jing originally intended to suggest giving it to the Zhuge family but suddenly recalled what Hua Miaozhu mentioned earlier.

Zhuge Hongjie, bowing his head and speaking with Zhao Xuran, was surprised to hear his name. Upon realizing the conversation was about giving him something, he kept waving his hands, "I don’t want, I don’t want."

"You’re the one from the Zhuge family." This was Zhan Jing’s firm stance, "I’m already very happy they can learn from Uncle."

"As for the belongings, no need." Zhan Jing stared at Zhuge Zhi, implying that if he didn’t agree, the matter couldn’t proceed.

Seeing Zhan Jing’s serious expression, Zhuge Zhi laughed genuinely. "You’re just like your father. He said even if his descendants were adopted into my family, they wouldn’t take my stuff."

Zhuge Zhi kept sighing. On one hand, he didn’t want to give but kept calculating; on the other hand, they wanted to be given but didn’t want to accept. The difference is indeed remarkable.

Did Dad mention this? Zhan Jing hadn’t expected her father would say such a thing, but it wasn’t surprising. Her own dad had already noted her straightforward nature, not inclined to plot over things that weren’t hers.

"But I’m not just giving things to Banxia; Xuran, Guangran, Ni Zi, and Rui Wen will also have their share. Do you think you can decide for them?"

Ah, they have a share too?! Gong Ruini was stunned. Houses, ancient texts, books all for Banxia and Zisu, which seemed normal because they are also his grandsons and disciples. But why do they have a share now? What’s going on?

"I think Ni Zi and the others wouldn’t want it either." Initially stunned, Zhan Jing really couldn’t decide. If it was a small amount of assets, saying no would be easy. But with so much money, is it that easy to give up? Yet Zhan Jing decided to gamble.

"I don’t want it." Gong Ruini said she wouldn’t take it, but her heart was bleeding—these were valuable things. However, since Zhan Jing had already said it, Gong Ruini couldn’t openly contradict her.

"I don’t want it either." Gong Ruwen didn’t think these were easily gained. Although the original agreement was that the clan elders couldn’t force Zhuge Zhi, would they really back down so easily?

With so many things, so many eyes on them, acknowledging the possessions would invite heaps of trouble.

"I don’t want it either." Zhao Xuran, despite making modest earnings now, didn’t believe he’d be earning less in another ten or twenty years.

To avoid sarcastic remarks or snide comments, he chose not to step into the limelight.

What? Everyone’s giving up? Zhao Guangran was astonished, feeling he could scold them for being overly excessive.

But everyone disagreed, so Zhao Guangran had no choice but to follow suit. Even though it hurt, he comforted himself that he could work hard and earn by himself.

"I don’t want it either. I’ll earn my own." Yes, earning himself means no one can control him.

Listening to the admirable words of these still young but ambitious folks, Zhuge Zhi felt he should meet their wishes. "Then I’ll fund students studying traditional medicine in the future, so more children can dedicate themselves to learning."

Lately, Zhuge Zhi discovered many kids had reservations about traditional medicine, not because they disliked it, but because Western medicine produced results faster. This troubled Zhuge Zhi a lot. When the effects are so prominent, most people chose to study Western medicine.

"What do you think of giving some encouragement, would more people study traditional medicine?" Zhuge Zhi pondered for a long time and thought of this solution.

Offering rewards? Gong Ruini wondered if this method really works. Indeed, Zhuge Zhi has plenty of money, but how many can his funds realistically help study traditional medicine?

Zhao Gang thought this approach wasn’t effective. "Uncle, I think it’s better to let them see that studying traditional medicine can be lucrative."

People in the past may have thought about contributing, but many are selfish these days. If they know being a practitioner pays off, more will study.

"Why are many in the village interested in traditional medicine or herbs? Because they realized previously ignored herbs could fetch a big price." Zhao Gang truly had authority on this point.

"Right, Uncle Zhuge, I think that’s a good idea." Zhan Jing, as a practitioner of traditional medicine, voiced her opinion. "How many even applied for traditional medicine in this year’s college entrance exam?"

"What can one learn in four to five years in college?" Just the basics could take years, as she did long ago. Even if gifted, four or five years would barely scratch the surface, unlike Western medicine."

In the future, more will study Western medicine, inevitably making traditional medicine lag, much to Zhuge Zhi’s recent dilemmas./p>