Whether a person is happy or not sometimes has nothing to do with his status or how much money he has.
Even the little emperor sitting on the dragon throne may have lost his temper because he didn't hear what he wanted to hear in the court today. As a result, he was taught a lesson by the Taifu overtly and secretly. The emperor must not bow his head, and his companion was
After being forced to kneel all night, the little emperor lay in bed full of grievance and had nightmares.
But a little refugee will laugh out loud in his dreams because he sees his wife, children, and children each eating an extra bowl of porridge.
Zhang Yi felt that he was nobody. He didn't eat or drink tonight, he even got stabbed, and he even got fever in the middle of the night, but he was still very happy.
In a daze, he saw his grandfather and grandma. The two old people smiled at him and invited him to eat chicken. The chicken was really fragrant. Under the loving smiles of his grandfather and grandma, Zhang Yi put a basket into the basket.
He had eaten all the chickens. The chickens had just been cooked and were piping hot, making his whole body feel warm.
After the heat, it was cold again, and soon Zhang Yi woke up from the cold, but half of his soul was still immersed in the dream, because the dream was so beautiful, and his great-grandfather and great-grandmother were gone long ago, and in the chaos of the war
The day before Shi's family was preparing to flee, two old men hanged themselves in the woods for fear of harming their family members. They were not the only ones who died. The whole village's old men seemed to have discussed it, and used various methods to help them.
On the road.
From that time on, Zhang Yi felt that he must be a general and lead his troops into battle to kill the enemy so that Daqi would never fall into war again.
But... this thought only lasted for half a month, because he saw wounded soldiers on the way to escape, and there were so many wounds on the wounded soldiers.
He felt...pain just by looking at it.
pain……
Zhang Yi couldn't help shouting, and then he saw the person in front of him clearly. It was the girl from the Zhao family. When he was injured on the road, it was the girl from the Zhao family who helped him wrap the wound. I don't know what kind of water she used to clean him.
The injury is so painful even just thinking about it.
This time she came again.
"No need," Zhang Yi refused, "I've already asked the doctor to look at my injury."
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "Sir, Mr. Zheng gave me a prescription, and the medicine on it has miraculous effects on injuries."
Zhang Yi didn't want to use this medicine, but Ding Rong, who was standing next to him, came over and said, "Mr. Zheng's medicine must be very powerful. No ordinary doctor can match it. Sir, thank you for having a girl here, otherwise you would have suffered more."
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Ding Rong has special trust in the girl from the Zhao family. He will believe whatever the girl from the Zhao family says, even if he doesn't know who Mr. Zheng is.
Zhang Yi swallowed.
Zhao Luoyang said: "It might hurt a little."
Zhang Yi trembled in his heart. It turned out that the pain just now was nothing. The real application of medicine had not yet begun. Zhang Yi opened his mouth.
"It's okay, Mr. Zhang is not afraid of pain."
Ding Rong puffed up his chest, as if he was injured. At this moment, Zhang Yi really regretted that he should have grabbed Ding Rong and blocked it when he received the knife.
Zhao Luoyang took out the water bag.
Zhang Yi's eyelids twitched.
The familiar water bag, but instead of salt water, it contains alcohol. Mr. Zhang’s wound is not very good. It needs to be washed with salt water, disinfected with alcohol, and finally applied with medicine.
By the way, you also have to take the water mixed with anti-inflammatory drugs. In short, you have to follow the same steps.
Zhao Luoyang thought carefully and acted very quickly.
A moment later, Zhang Yi's shout came from the government office. Mr. Zhang was still the hero who was afraid of pain.
Only when Zhao Luoyang wrapped the cloth strips tightly did Zhang Yi finally take a breath.
Ding Rong said from the side: "By the way, I forgot to ask, which Mr. Zheng is the girl talking about?"
"Zheng Yi," Zhao Luoyang said, "that one from Min County."
Ding Rong nodded, but soon he thought, wasn't the doctor in Min County a doctor who treated livestock? Thinking of this, Ding Rong glanced at the Zhao girl again.
After Zhao Luoyang left, Ding Rong came up to Zhang Yi and said, "The Zhao family girl is really powerful. The medicine she learned from the veterinarian can cure your injuries."
veterinary?
Zhang Yi originally wanted to take a deep breath, but now he couldn't hold it in his chest.
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Zhao Luoyang cleaned Zhang Yi's wounds, heated up the food he brought, and then took it to the wing of the second hall of the government office.
Mr. Song stayed up all night and his eyes were red.
Zhao Luoyang was put in a piece of clothing by Mr. Song, so he opened the window and let out the smell of oil lamps in the room.
After a while, Zhao Luoyang closed the window and wiped Mr. Song's face with a warm handkerchief. Mr. Song leaned on the chair and felt more comfortable at this moment.
It had to be his little apprentice, who rushed over at dawn.
Tui, Mr. Song immediately turned against him. Isn't it because of her that he was tired all night?
"Sir," Zhao Luoyang said, "Thank you for your hard work. If it is an ordinary matter, we can still help. This government office is not something ordinary people can come to."
Shi Jiu laughed when he heard this. Little Hui Hui always knew how to speak, and such a sentence could make Mr. Song happy.
Sure enough, Mr. Song said: "It's good that you know."
There was no one else in the room. Mr. Song looked at Zhao Luoyang and said, "Master Zhao asked me to prepare the accounts. This will depend on how many farm tools I can make during spring plowing."
Having said this, the master and apprentice looked at each other and understood.
Zhao Luoyang said to Shi Jiu: "The little mute is right, he really left us money."
Shi Jiu said: "I just don't know if it's enough."
Zhao Luoyang looked at Mr. Song. Mr. Song was stared at by his young disciple and his spine trembled: "What are you doing?"
"Sir," Zhao Luoyang said, "do you have enough money?"
Mr. Song was stroking his beard. It seemed that it was not enough now, but the accounts were not completely finished yet. If he stayed in the government office for a few more days and balanced all the accounts, it should be almost done.
"Zhao Jingyun is a nice person."
After finishing the meal, Mr. Song came up with this sentence: This incident brought out a lot of money. At first, he wondered whether Zhao Jingyun would keep it for his own use.
There is fierce factionalism in the court, and money is of great use. Otherwise, how could the Feng family exert so much effort in Taozhou? Soldiers, horses, management, who doesn't need money?
Things in Taozhou were going so smoothly, Mr. Song felt that there was someone standing behind Zhao Jingyun, who must be at least an important minister.
Maybe they were people under King Yu. King Yu passed away, but these people were unhappy and wanted to avenge King Yu.
Mr. Song was even afraid that the people of Taozhou would be taken advantage of by people like Zhao Jingyun. He was also a scholar and knew what the powerful ministers and emperors from ancient times to the present thought.
The achievements they want often fall on the people. If some people are sacrificed for the sake of the big plan, even if it is passed down, the reputation they get will be good. This is why he was disheartened and moved to Taozhou.
He felt uneasy that night at the government office, but fortunately nothing happened. Zhao Jingyun came over early in the morning with the same intention, leaving money for the people to use.
Mr. Song breathed a sigh of relief. From now on, he would take a high look at Zhao Jingyun and the people behind him.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Mr. Song: "Sir, let's go back and rest?"
"I'm not going," said Mr. Song. "It's so troublesome to go back and forth. Mr. Zhao found a place for me in the next room. I'll go there to sleep for a while. You can stay and help me look at the unfinished account books first."
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "I can't stay too long, I have to go back to the village to help." Those things in the village are still waiting for her to divide when she returns.
Mr. Song waved his sleeves, he couldn't control the little fox, now he could only control himself.
Zhao Luoyang remembered something: "Sir, if you meet Mr. Xie in the government office, you should talk to him more. Mr. Xie should have a close relationship with the former magistrate of the state."
Mr. Song was startled, when did the little fox even find out such news? Before one thing was finished, he was asked to do another...
"Sir," Zhao Luoyang said, "I will give you braised noodles made with my milk tonight."