Chapter 3 Father and Son (Twelve)

Having the third paragraph means that there may be a fourth paragraph!

Even if it is vague, even if it seems to have nothing to do with me, as long as the number is too large to a certain extent, Ning Ziming believes that sooner or later, all memories will be restored. Sooner or later, he will figure out who he is.

Who am I, what am I doing, where am I going?

As long as you search for it tirelessly, there will be an answer.

Standing among the tents, the young man suddenly laughed happily. His hunched back was filled with the spring sunshine.

Since he saw hope, he became more and more enthusiastic about teaching medical skills, and he refused to accept Uighurs who came to visit for treatment. Unfortunately, from that day on until Han Jing was completely cured, the fourth memory did not appear as expected in a full month and a half.

However, he did not get nothing. At least, everyone in the entire Mikazu tribe, regardless of poverty, wealth and honor, regarded him as a miracle doctor. Although several patients had no effect after taking the herbs he prescribed, they were not effective at all. However, the patient was despised by the God of Light, which had nothing to do with the miracle doctor's medical skills.

Another huge gain is that during this month and a half, he was continuously instilled with a large amount of life knowledge by his elder brother Chai Rong. From human feelings to etiquette and customs, to speaking skills and scrutinizing people's hearts, there are all kinds of things.

"What you need most now is not to practice literature and martial arts, but to learn to adapt to the world and the people around you!" When conducting "cramming education" for Ning Ziming, Chai Rong emphasized very seriously. "I don't know if no one taught you before, or if you have forgotten all your misfortunes. Your ability to interact with people is not as good as a seven or eight-year-old child. Fortunately, you met Ning Zhanjun, Han Chongyun and Chang Jiedu one after another, otherwise you would not know how many times you had died!"

In this evaluation, although Ning Ziming felt a little depressed, he knew that good medicine was bitter. So he didn't care about face or not. As long as he had free time, he took the initiative to come to Chai Rong and received teaching humbly. Although Chai Rong was not as rich as five cars, he started doing business since he was fifteen years old, and the road he had walked was probably hundreds of thousands of miles. Whether it was vision, experience, insight or life experience, they were far beyond ordinary. Just taking out some "dry goods" from his pocket could make Ning Ziming profitable.

While saving the world, he studied and learned, life was passing quickly in his busy life. Finally, before another full moon came, Zhao Kuangyin announced with great embarrassment that Jing Niang could already step onto the war horse and gallop like flying. The three brothers immediately made a decision and immediately bid farewell to the old pharmacist Wen Mai. Tomorrow morning, we will continue to head towards Liaodong.

During this one and a half months, the old pharmacist Wen Ma not only learned the preparation of Mafei San and the "bone-scraping treatment of poison". He also "practices" several times on the injured tribe members, and he already had the attitude of "being better than being blue". Therefore, he was very grateful for Ning Ziming's selfless teaching. When he heard that the "master" and "master" were about to leave, he immediately said loudly: "So urgent? Can you wait for another ten days and half a month? It just so happened that our tribe was going to chase the next pasture and walk together, and at least he could scare the thieves along the way!"

"I'm grateful for your good intentions!" Ning Ziming's ability to communicate with others has improved rapidly during this period. He gently urged and refused with a smile, "But I have relatives who are living in Yingzhou. I can only feel at ease when I see you one day earlier. Therefore, I will no longer bother you!"

"Master, Master, I really killed my disciple!" The old pharmacist Wen Ma jumped sideways and bowed down with the courtesy of his younger generation. "Master has taught me all the life-saving skills. In the future, I don't know how many children of my Mikari will be reborn from this technique! Such a great kindness is that even if you can take out all the wealth of Mikari, how can you disturb me?"

"You, get up quickly and talk!" Ning Ziming couldn't stand a white-bearded old man giving him a big gift, so he quickly reached out to support him.

The old pharmacist Wen Ma refused to get up immediately, and struggled to kowtow to him, and said with red eyes: "The disciple knows that his master is lofty, does not covet wealth, and does not like to be dragged down by women. However, the Miji tribe cannot bear the master's great kindness, but he has not paid any reward. Besides, my tutor also said that as long as the master has the needs, my Miji tribe's son will be dispatched by me. There are many risks along the way to Liaodong, so why not let my Miji tribe send hundreds of them to escort the master straight to Yingzhou!"

"No, no, no!" Ning Ziming was startled and waved his hands with a wry smile.

I and my two brothers and a sister-in-law sneaked to Yingzhou as a vendor, and maybe there is a chance to meet my "father". If I were to kill hundreds of Mikazu warriors with great fanfare, I was probably killed by the nearby Khitan army before the father and son met.

"Is Master worried that my clan's son will not obey the order?" The old pharmacist Wen Ma didn't know that the person Ning Ziming was going to visit was the emperor of the fallen country of the Later Jin Dynasty. He knelt on the ground and stubbornly added, "Master, please rest assured, I will lead the team in person, and I will guarantee that the orders will be prohibited!"

"It's really not possible. I'm used to being alone for my teacher. I don't like to follow a lot of people around me!" Ning Ziming had no choice but to put on the airs of his master and refused sternly. "Don't say it anymore, just make up for it. Go and help me prepare some dry food. Tomorrow, sunrise, and I'll set off!"

"Yes——! The disciple obeys the order!" The old pharmacist Wen Ma did not dare to contradict him, and agreed with regret and confusion.

When he saw Ning Ziming off the next morning, he forced over a dozen cars of gifts and fifty men dressed as caravans. He was afraid that Ning Ziming would refuse, and without waiting for anyone to ask, he said first: "My army has suffered a lot in recent times and urgently needs to go to Liaodong to buy some ginseng and tiger bones to nourish the patients. It just so happened that the master was going to Yingzhou, so he might as well let them follow him as a companion. First, it can strengthen the master's character, and second, if the master needs to sneak in intimidation, with them there, it is also convenient to hide the pearls in the sand!"

The last two sentences can be regarded as what Ning Ziming was thinking. When the three brothers heard and refused, they could not say anything. They had to thank the mercy of the Mikazu Department, and then embarked on the journey with the convoy and fifty heroes dressed as men.

This time, I walked very smoothly. Although I had encountered horse thieves and tribal warriors who fought against Grass Valley several times along the way, they were all in danger. The other party saw the size of the "caravan" clearly and his morale was three points shorter. Then, he looked at the figures of the guys and the scimitar corner bows held in his hands. He immediately realized the gains and losses. He shouted and turned around and scattered birds and beasts.

It is already early summer, and the green grass is weaving and flowers are blooming in the fields. It makes people feel tired. Especially after sharing the hardships, Zhao Kuangyin and Jing Niang have already clearly understood each other's thoughts. They walk together in the wilderness all day long, accompany each other day, and say car after carriages, and they even feel like they live in the frontier for a long time. They wish that this trip will never end.

But no matter how long the road is, it will come to an end. Another full moon day, the "caravan" arrived in Yingzhou. Chai Rong saw that the gifts given to Ning Ziming by the Mijie tribe were mainly fur and blankets, and pretended to be vendors who were looking for sales of fur and blankets by the Uighur Mijie tribe, and brought everyone into the city. Then the three brothers cleaned up carefully and secretly inquired about the news about Jin Wangzhai in the name of visiting their seniors.

I thought it would have to take some trouble, but I had just gotten familiar with local vendors, and the latter actually offered, "It's the first time you three come to Yingzhou, don't miss the King of Jin Village. The Emperor of Central Plains, and the Emperor of Central Plains are banned there. As long as you are willing to spend twenty cents, you can come in and take a look at the rare scenery of the Emperor of Central Plains. If you spend more than half a hang, you can also buy a landscape painted by the emperor himself. Even if you can't sell it for a good price in the future, you can hang it in a felt tent after returning to the tribe, and you can decorate the storefront!"

"See the Emperor of Central Plains?" The three brothers suppressed their hearts and pretended to be unbelievable. "How could it be so easy? Don't fool the younger generation? The Liao Kingdom took so much effort to capture the Emperor of Central Plains and his family? How could he easily see outsiders?"
Chapter completed!