The next morning, Lu Ze set out on time to meet with the expert group.

Half of the expert group was an old man, and he got up early. When he saw Lu Ze coming over, he greeted him happily: "It's been quite early, and I can catch up with breakfast."

Since Lu Ze was seconded, it was naturally difficult to go to the hospital cafeteria to have a free meal. He calmly followed the experts to have breakfast.

All the researchers who came this time were able to calm down and learn until they were old. They admired Lu Ze's calm and calm personality and did not talk nonsense. They led Lu Ze to sort out the ancient Chinese medicine books unearthed this time.

In recent years, many ancient tombs have been dug out from all over the world, and many of them have been unearthed, many of which are lined up to sort out, archive and publish.

If it weren't for the large number of ancient books unearthed this time and the content was relatively precious, it wouldn't have attracted so many old experts.

The ancient books unearthed this time are not thread-bound books that became popular in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. Most of them are folded and scrolled, and are collected in different categories. It can be seen that the tomb owner is a book lover.

According to the preliminary inferences by archaeological experts, this tomb may be a tomb group of Zhu Yunwen, the Emperor Jianwen of the Ming Dynasty and his descendants. However, there are no less than fifty "Zhu Yunwen tombs" across the country. No one can hold on to whether what was dug out this time is real. It can only be judged that the unearthed things did indeed belong to that period.

Lu Ze and several young people accompanying him were responsible for sorting out corresponding traditional Chinese medicine ancient books and collecting them into electronic files. These things are all vague and are not suitable for old experts to do.

Since he is here to do odd jobs, Lu Ze is very ethical, doesn't talk much, and focuses on his own tasks. He has always had a good memory. Although he just glanced over when sorting out, he still recorded most of the content.

Lu Zebi looked at the traditional Chinese medicine classics he had read or scanned the catalogue before and found that many of them were lost medical books, which should be quite research-oriented.

Old man Ye also followed Lu Ze to watch with relish, saying from time to time, "I have read this book a long time ago, and the content is interesting." "I have read this book too, and it is all nonsense, and there is no useful sentence." "This author is a wild way, and obviously no one has ever cured it. It is a waste of time for you to sort it out."

Lu Ze didn't mind Old Man Ye's remarks, and he would also compare some of the differences between some of the views and modern medicine in his mind.

Although his brain has been running, Lu Ze's hands are not slower than others, even a little faster than them.

Except for Lu Ze, the others are all graduate students led by old experts, which is equivalent to a group of people studying traditional Chinese medicine who have been studying Western medicine.

When everyone is busy, they don’t talk much, so young people naturally have to communicate during the intermission.

Lu Ze went to the bathroom, and when he came back, he heard someone talking: "He moves quite fast, and he gets down to sort out more books than me in the morning."

Another person said: "That's natural. We are a Chinese medicine practitioner. When we see some content, we will inevitably stop and think about it. He is not a Chinese medicine practitioner. He only needs to do his hands and not use his brain. It is normal to move faster than us."

Old Man Ye felt unhappy after hearing this conversation. Lu Ze was his favorite apprentice. He just exchanged some opinions with Lu Ze, but what they said, "Just do your hands but not your brain"?

Old man Ye said in an atmosphere: "Talking about people behind the scenes is the behavior of villains!"

Seeing that the old man was a little irritable, Lu Ze comforted him in turn: "Just chatting."

He is not a Chinese medicine practitioner, this is the truth.

He moves faster than them, and that's the truth.

There is nothing wrong with it!

But at this time the people in the room were still talking-

"Did you hear that? Some people say that Lu Ze is actually the son-in-law of their President Pei, so President Pei will bring him with him any chance."

"No wonder he is obviously inseparable from our Chinese medicine doctors, and he can still be arranged."

"Director Pei's daughter had dinner with us that day. She looked so good. He made a lot of money."

Old Man Ye glanced at Lu Ze. He was chatting just now, and this was gossip!

Lu Ze still didn't say anything.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Lu Ze is not a person who talks too much, and today he doesn't say a word, and does not stop completing the sorting work assigned to him.

Lu Ze frequently sent the sorted manuscript copies to experts for research and discussion all afternoon, and the whole process was almost interrupted.

When dinner was about to be had, a group of graduate students were scolded by their supervisors.

There is no harm without comparison. Lu Ze did not say that he was fast, and the manuscripts he compiled were almost completely omitted. The layout was neat and beautiful, which made people feel happy both physically and mentally. It would not be tiring to read a few more articles.

In contrast, the sorting speed of several graduate students is much slower, and each article can be found with errors.

An old expert in his sixties threw out two manuscripts and scolded with angrily: "Look at yours, then look at Lu Ze's, are you embarrassed to say you are a Chinese medicine student? Are you embarrassed to say you are a graduate student? Look at your messy sentences, look at your wrong words that are too free to play. Tell me, are you forgetting your mind at home?"

Lu Ze sat upright on the side, drinking the tea delivered by the waiter, waiting for dinner.

Alas, these old experts are really strict with the students they teach.

Listening to the cries, Lu Ze sighed with sympathy.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Lu: Sympathy and happy.

Update! Today is still five thousand chapters! Tomorrow’s update point is still nine o’clock, everyone! Today’s chapter still has small red envelopes!!!

Please ask for a nutrient solution. Xiao Lu is so miserable. I haven't watched it for a few days. I lost several places in the competition. There are still the last twenty-three days. It seems that I have no chance to squeeze in. Tiantianchun has participated in so many dates. This time it is the most pitiful. Even once I get to QAQ on the homepage list.

Finally, I recommend a friend's article, "The Lord's Lady from the East"

The lucky winner Wei Wei has a brief look.

Still wearing it with life skills.

Unfortunately, the system misunderstood the time travel location. The prosperous ancient times transformed by the predecessors turned into a dark medieval era with stench and food shortage.

What can she do?

I can only roll up my sleeves and encourage everyone to talk about hygiene, civilization and build a harmonious society together.

Wei Wei: "The first step is to clean up this garbage-like castle."

Felix: "Dear, why don't you marry me first, let alone the castle, the whole territory will be at your disposal."
Chapter completed!