Zhang Ximeng didn't know how long it had been. When he opened his eyes again, he found a little guy lying on the pillow. It was Mu Ying. He was sleeping soundly, but his little fists were clenched tightly, and his sleep was not stable.
Zhang Ximeng looked around blankly. This was a clean and tidy room. Although there were no expensive furnishings, it was very warm and comfortable.
He couldn't help but close his eyes. Was he saved?
It seems that Muying found someone and saved her.
The person Mu Ying found... Zhang Ximeng suddenly didn't dare to think about it. Could it be that he really met that man?
Just then, the door opened and a woman came in carrying a medicine bowl.
Fortunately, it wasn't... Zhang Ximeng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second his heart raised again. If it wasn't Lao Zhu, it couldn't be his wife?
Zhang Ximeng took a look and saw that she was wearing a simple black jacket with a pleated skirt underneath, which perfectly covered her feet. She was not too old, but she was clean and tidy, with good looks and clear eyes. She didn't know if it was a filter.
Because of this, Zhang Ximeng actually felt that she was noble, so he just glanced at her and quickly lowered his head, for fear of offending her.
The woman was much more calm. When she saw Zhang Ximeng woke up, she immediately smiled and said, "Is it feeling better?"
Her voice is very nice, gentle and kind.
"Many, thank you for saving my life." Zhang Ximeng's voice was hoarse. The woman motioned him to stop talking and brought the medicine bowl to Zhang Ximeng's mouth. After he finished drinking and moistened his throat, the woman said in an orderly manner: "Not yet.
Do you know what to call me? Is this child your brother?"
Zhang Ximeng shook his head and said: "My name is Zhang Ximeng, and his name is Mu Ying. We met by chance. We just supported each other and walked a long way."
The woman put the medicine bowl aside and said casually: "Really? But how did I hear that you helped him bury his mother?"
Zhang Ximeng was stunned for a moment and said in a low voice: "That was done by my father. He couldn't bear to see people suffering, but..." Zhang Ximeng didn't deliberately feel sad. He just mentioned his father, which still made him hate him hard.
The woman also learned from Mu Ying that the couple had been killed by the Yuan army. She was afraid that he would be sad, so she changed the subject and said, "Brother Zhang, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything will do."
The woman nodded, and not long after leaving, she made Zhang Ximeng a bowl of japonica rice porridge and fed him to drink it.
With food in his stomach, Zhang Ximeng felt better.
At this time, the door opened, and a burly man walked in. His bright red coat was clean and tidy, and he was wearing iron armor. He had a square face and a straight nose, and his eyes were bright. He was a very heroic man and a good man. No wonder he could do so.
He was spotted by someone and recruited as his son-in-law. As for the scary big chin, it didn't exist.
Zhu Chongba came in, saw Zhang Ximeng sober up, and asked directly: "I haven't asked you about your hometown yet, and how you got to Haozhou. Can you tell us?"
Zhang Ximeng said honestly: "My ancestral home is Jinan Prefecture. My family name is Zhang. I have an uncle, Mr. Yunzhuang, named Zhang Yanghao."
Zhu Chongba couldn't help but be surprised, "We seem to have heard of this person, so you are still from a scholarly family and an official? How did you end up in this situation?"
"Replying to my benefactor... Ever since my uncle died of exhaustion in the disaster relief work in Shaanxi, my father decided to study behind closed doors, cultivate his family heritage, and never serve as an official in the Yuan Dynasty. However, the war broke out recently, and my father wanted to escape the disaster of the war and seek refuge with relatives and friends.
As a result, I encountered an accident on the road and died in the hands of Yuan Tatar. Fortunately, my benefactor saved my life, otherwise the boy would have become a withered skeleton on the roadside."
Zhu Chongba sighed: "So you are a pitiful man... What are your plans? Do you want to rely on relatives and friends?"
Zhang Ximeng shook his head and said in frustration: "Nowadays, wars are everywhere and wars are raging. Even if you have the intention, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."
Zhu Chongba thought for a while and then comforted him: "You don't have to worry. Since we have taken you in, you can live with peace of mind. We will talk about it when you recover."
He still had something to do, so after a few words of comfort he got up and went to the Marshal's Mansion.
After Zhu Chongba left, the woman suddenly noticed that Mu Ying, who had been sleeping, had woken up. The little guy was lying on the bedside, staring at Zhang Ximeng with his head tilted, not speaking, just grinning.
She liked this little kid very much and couldn't help but praise: "Brother Zhang, Chongba and I went to worship our ancestors that day, and we happened to meet him. He ran in front of us and kowtowed. If we take him back to the city, he will die or die.
Promise, kneel down and beg us to find you. Fortunately, God has blessed us and allowed us to meet him. This child is affectionate and righteous!"
Zhang Ximeng knew what happened, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. This little guy saved his life! And he believed that Mu Ying had no scheming, and that the little guy was just for his own good. Not a brother, but better than a brother, Zhang Ximeng suddenly felt that he
My heart felt a lot warmer.
He touched Mu Ying's head and thought to himself, these two couples are almost definitely Zhu Chongba and Queen Ma. Since they also like her, it's better to strike while the iron is hot, confirm the relationship, and find a safe way out for the little guy.
Zhang Ximeng said seriously: "Madam, the boy met Mu Ying. He saved the boy's life. The boy also hopes that he will have a safe place to go...Now that I am young and in poor health, I can't even take care of myself. I
, I want to ask Madam to take him in. This child is still young and has lost his parents long ago. Madam, please be merciful and give him another home!"
The woman was slightly startled. She was really tempted. Although Mu Ying was young, she was able to repay kindness. She was indeed a good child.
She just wants her husband to make the decision to adopt a godson, but she cannot make her own decision.
Therefore, the woman said: "Brother Zhang, no matter what, we will not ignore you. You can rest in peace and recuperate for now. I will talk to Chongba later."
The woman once again mentioned that her husband's name was Chongba. Zhang Ximeng suppressed his excitement and asked, "Young man, you still don't know your benefactor's surname!"
"What's your surname? His surname is Zhu, and my surname is Ma. They are the lives of animals that cannot be rested at home. They are nothing valuable!" Mr. Ma said casually, and he laughed as well.
There were other things going on outside, so Ma went out.
Now it was confirmed that it was really these two couples!
In more than ten years, they will become the two most noble people in the world... Mu Ying has made a lot of money!
Zhang Ximeng turned to look at Mu Ying. Unexpectedly, the little guy was angry. He rolled his eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and asked angrily, "You want to sell me, right?"
Zhang Ximeng was stunned, what kind of thinking does this kid have?
I'm looking for a godfather for you, so why don't you recognize a good person's heart?
"Just sell it. My sister was sold by my mother for ten pounds of japonica rice... You, you need a few more pounds of grain!" The little guy lowered his head and muttered.
Zhang Ximeng was startled again, is human life so worthless?
He reached out and hugged Mu Ying. The little guy lay obediently in his arms and listened quietly to Zhang Ximeng's words.
"Silly boy, I'm not selling you, I can't take care of you. Not to mention taking care of you, I can't even take care of myself. We have to rely on our benefactor to save our lives, do you understand?"
"Understood." Mu Ying thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Then, how about we all sell it to our benefactor? I, I don't want to be separated from you."
Zhang Ximeng smiled bitterly, "How old are you?"
"I-I'm eight years old."
Zhang Ximeng said: "That's it. I'm almost 12 years old. My benefactor and his friends will accept you as their godson. How can they accept me? The most I can do is stay, do some odd jobs, and be an errand boy."
Zhu Chongba is twenty-five this year and Ma is only twenty. It is indeed a bit reluctant to have a teenage son.
Mu Ying rolled her eyes and asked, "Well, isn't that a servant?"
Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "Who says it's not the case?"
Mu Ying rolled her eyes, sat upright suddenly, patted her chest suddenly, and said proudly: "Don't worry, I will just protect you when the time comes."
Zhang Ximeng's face turned dark. You little brat, you wanted to climb on top of me before I agreed. You were just begging for a beating. Zhang Ximeng was so angry that he raised his palm.
"You monkey, let's see if I don't spread your butt!"
Mu Ying begged for mercy, but she moved quickly, sticking her butt out and crawling under the bed, but what was the scene under the bed?
When he poked his little head out from the other side, with a black mouth and a face covered with dust, he instantly turned into a kid, making Zhang Ximeng laugh. Mu Ying wiped his face, and there were three more black fingerprints.
He also laughed foolishly, and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Zhang Ximeng and Mu Ying were playing around, and they relaxed a lot...but they were still worried, fearing that because of their interference, Lao Zhu would not be willing to accept Mu Ying, and would destroy this boy's royal highness, and forever rule Yunnan.
Duke Qian, the loss would be huge.
He was indeed right. With one more person, it was indeed not that easy to handle.
In the evening, Zhu Chongba came back.
Ma said to her husband: "Although Brother Zhang and Mu Ying are not biological brothers, they came together after all. We can't just have one and leave the other alone. But Brother Zhang is a few years older than Mu Ying, which is inappropriate in terms of age.
.He comes from a well-known family, and he seems to be literate. Not to mention whether he is willing or not, we cannot damage our moral character and treat Wenquxing lightly."
Zhu Chongba frowned, and what his wife said was naturally reasonable.
"It's really difficult to handle. If he were a few years older, we could have him work for the commander. But at this age, it's really difficult to handle."
Ma looked at her husband and added: "There is another layer inside. Do you think he would still be willing to stay if he knew our identities and that we are thieves?"
Zhu Chongba said strangely: "He said that his father is not willing to serve as an official in Yuan Ting."
Ma couldn't help but roll her eyes at her husband, "Then he is willing to be a rebel?"
After being asked a question, Lao Zhu hesitated again.
When he first joined the army, he hesitated again and again. If he was not desperate, who would be willing to risk his life with his head raised? What's more, he was a child from a scholar's family.
Psychologically speaking, he hoped to have help from someone who could read and decipher. The city was in such chaos that just relying on a group of rough guys was really not enough.
But the melon that is forced is not sweet, and things cannot be rushed.
"Don't worry about the mess. When he can run and jump, let's talk openly and ask him what he thinks." Zhu Chongba said simply.
Ma nodded, "That's the only way to do it."
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Zhang Ximeng didn't wait for Ma's immediate reply, and it was hard to ask. He could only focus on recuperating from illness. In addition to eating every day, he took medicine. Although the thick black medicine soup was bitter, his body became more energetic day by day. Even the doctor who came to diagnose his pulse was confused.
Very surprised.
"Boy, your fate has come back from hell!"
Zhang Ximeng was curious and wanted to know what ingredients were used, but the doctor didn't tell him. He just told him that ginseng and donkey-hide gelatin were used in it, and the rest were all top-quality products for warming qi and blood.
"Boy, if Miss Ma hadn't ordered these medicinal materials, you wouldn't have needed them."
What else can Zhang Ximeng say? We must remember the grace of survival in our hearts.
Five days later, Zhang Ximeng was able to walk around.
The little guy Mu Ying was naturally the happiest. He surrounded Zhang Ximeng, beaming and talking about the Ma family. Although he had not officially accepted Mu Ying, he almost regarded Mu Ying as his son. He gave him new clothes and shoes, and put a lot of money on his head.
There is also an exquisite tiger head hat, which is very cute.
It seems that there is hope for Mu Ying's wife.
Zhang Ximeng is happy for Mu Ying, but he has not yet figured out how to gain a foothold.
After Zhu Chongba and Mr. Ma got married, they got a separate small courtyard. When he married his wife, he got a house. How many people should be drooling over this treatment?
The couple lived in the main room, and Zhang Ximeng lived in the east wing. In addition to the temporary ward, there was half a room with a lot of books piled up. Unfortunately, no one came to look at them, and they were all covered in dust.
Zhang Ximeng believes that no matter what time it is, it will be beneficial to read more and become an excellent essayist, except of course, except for Equatorial Guinea, which is ruled by a few madmen.
He walked in and looked through it carefully.
As an ordinary college student, he must be well-read in miscellaneous books, and he has also inherited the memory in his body. It is not difficult to read these ancient books.
Soon, Zhang Ximeng got used to it and spent all his free time reading. Ma noticed it and told Zhang Ximeng that all the books here belonged to him and he could read as he pleased.
Zhang Ximeng was naturally happy. In this world, having a few books must be very valuable. Therefore, Zhang Ximeng browsed and sorted them out, sorting them into categories according to Confucian classics, enlightenment readings, poems and songs, etc., and put them all away.
Just when he was sorting through the books, he found another wooden box.
What will it be?
Could it be gold and silver treasures?
Zhang Ximeng wanted to tell Ma, but Ma was not there and there was no lock on the box, so Zhang Ximeng opened it.
When he looked inside, Zhang Ximeng was disappointed. It was just some calligraphy and painting. In these troubled times, calligraphy and painting are of course worthless.
If you guessed it correctly, it should be the spoils of war after the Red Scarf Army entered Haozhou.
Some people want gold and silver, but no one cares about these spiritual foods.
Zhang Ximeng flipped through it casually, and what appeared in front of him was a painting of ink orchid. The orchid in this painting is outstanding, with a balance of hardness and softness. It is a good work... But Zhang Ximeng doesn't understand ancient paintings, so he just looked at it casually.
But when he saw the signature, he couldn't help but be shocked!
It's him!
I have heard about this painter Zhang Ximeng in his two lifetimes. Let me talk about this life first. When Zhang was alive, he said many times that he should not be like Prime Minister Wen, but should be like Zheng Sixiao!
Prime Minister Wen is naturally Wen Tianxiang. How could Zheng Sixiao be so good as to be placed with him?
It turns out that Zheng Sixiao was a student of the Southern Song Dynasty. After the Yuan Dynasty destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty, he decided not to be an official in the Yuan court. No matter whether he was sitting or lying down, he always faced the south. Every winter solstice, he would go outside the city to cry south.
The most puzzling thing is that Zheng Sixiao is good at painting orchids, but his orchids have no roots or soil, and seem to appear out of thin air. A friend persuaded Zheng Sixiao that he should paint them with soil to make them look better.
But Zheng Sixiao asked: "The land has been taken away by outsiders, don't you know?"
It can be seen that Zheng Sixiao was loyal to the Song Dynasty throughout his life.
His orchid painting fell into the hands of the stamping maniac, and was later taken out of the palace by Xuantong... Zhang Ximeng saw this painting in the previous life at the Osaka Municipal Art Museum in the Japanese country.
Melantu, which represented loyalty, fell into the hands of a foreign country. The impact on Zhang Ximeng was huge at that time. The anger was almost overwhelming. After returning from the trip, Zhang Ximeng made up for a lot of history.
Now that I have seen the Mo Lan Tu again, one can imagine Zhang Ximeng’s mood.
He was so absorbed in it that he didn't even notice that a person appeared behind him.
"Brother Zhang!"
The person who came was none other than Zhu Chongba.
Zhang Ximeng hurriedly apologized and said, "It's my benefactor. I shouldn't have messed around with this. Please forgive me."
Zhu Chongba waved his hand magnanimously, "No one can understand these calligraphy and paintings, they just treat them as trash... I see you are fascinated by them, do you understand this?"
Zhang Ximeng is very modest, "I just heard it from my family, but I can't even say that I understand it."
Zhu Chongba happened to be free, and his curiosity aroused, so he smiled and said: "Then tell us about it, so that we can learn more."
