The Birth of Tianjiao Chapter 6 Traveling to Shenzhou
Shenyang Zhongwei, formerly known as Shenzhou, belonged to the "Shenzhou" of the Andong Protectorate during the Tang Dynasty.
During the Five Dynasties, Yelu Abaoji moved Han people here on a large scale and built Tucheng, and production developed accordingly. In the third year of Yuanzhen of the Yuan Dynasty, the Tucheng was rebuilt in the Yuan Dynasty, Shenzhou was renamed Shenyang Road, and it was under the jurisdiction of Liaoyang Province.
In the 19th year of Hongwu's reign in the Ming Dynasty, "Shenyang Road" was renamed "Shenyang Zhongwei" to strengthen military armaments. Shenyang Zhongwei gradually became the military and economic center of Liaodong.
Shenyang Zhongwei City is more than 400 miles away from Xinghai Village. When Dugu Xiaotian was young, he often heard his father mention that Shenyang Zhongwei was the city with the largest concentration of Han people in eastern Liaoning.
He left Xinghai Village and walked west for more than ten miles. When he met a passing merchant, he spent two coins on a merchant's carriage and spent three days arriving at Zhongwei City in Shenyang.
Although Liaodong is rich in land, it has suffered from wars and most of the Han people in the north have been displaced.
King Zhu Mo of Shen dominated the Zhongwei of Shenyang and led 100,000 troops of the Ming Dynasty to guard Liaodong. He set up a wide range of post stations and controlled the political situation in the entire north of the Ming Dynasty. Most of the Han people in the north gathered to live within a radius of a thousand miles with Shenyang Zhongwei City as the core to ensure safety. .
At that time, in the Liaodong region of the Ming Dynasty, the descendants of the Mongolian royal family to the west, so the Yuan officials still had strong military strength, and they supported each other with the Mobei royal court, posing a great threat to the land of Youyan in the Ming Dynasty. To the east Then there was the Goryeo Kingdom, which was watching eagerly, waiting for an opportunity to seize the land and population of the Han people and expand its territory.
In the north, there were small-scale wars caused by foreign invasions. Bandits were rampant everywhere, making the Han people's lives miserable.
Walking on the North-South Street of Zhongwei City in Shenyang, Dugu Xiaotian curiously looked at the various pedestrians on the street.
This is a brand new world. The young man walked out of the mountain village and was dazzled for a moment.
"Let's find an inn to stay in first and see what we can do to make a living." Xiaotian was walking on the street and saw a small inn with the "Laifu" sign. It was small and had a shabby door. It was probably cheaper, so he left. Got in.
Laifu Inn is not big, with only one shopkeeper and two waiters.
A waiter in a shop frowned when he saw Dugu Xiaotian's coarse rags. "Little brother, do you want to eat or stay in a hotel?" He stepped forward and asked listlessly.
"I want to stay in a hotel. Is there a private room with a small courtyard?" Xiaotian asked, considering that he still has to practice boxing and sword practice on weekdays, and it would be more convenient to have a courtyard.
"A room in a private courtyard costs five taels of silver a day, and the deposit is 2 taels of silver. Do you have enough money to stay in the hotel?" The waiter in the store became more energetic and asked quickly.
"Well, I have money to pay the bill!" Xiaotian took some money from his pocket and took out about two taels of silver and handed it to the shopkeeper. "I'll stay here for three days."
"Okay! Sir, please come in. There is a private guest room in the west wing. I will clean it for you first." The waiter took the silver and said with a cheerful smile.
In this way, Xiaotian temporarily settled down at the Laifu Inn in Zhongweicheng, Shenyang.
At this time, the war was in chaos, and Shenyang Zhongwei City was relatively peaceful. The daily expenses in the city were very high, but there were not many opportunities to make a living.
Dugu Xiaotian originally thought that with the medical skills he had learned from his mother in the past few years, he could find a medical clinic in Shencheng to work.
Unexpectedly, after visiting more than a dozen medical clinics in Shencheng in the past three days, not one of them employed workers. Seeing that the money was about to be spent, Xiaotian not only became worried secretly.
When it was time to light the lamp, Xiaotian walked to the hall of the inn and respectfully said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, do you know which medical clinic nearby has employees?"
The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man with a gentle smile. There are not many people staying at Laifu Inn, and he has been paying attention to this young man since the day Xiaotian checked in.
"My little brother has been out looking for a living for the past three days. It doesn't seem to be going well?" the fat shopkeeper asked gently.
"Yes, the current situation is not good and the war is in chaos. Although there are many patients in various medical clinics, the medicine expenses cannot make ends meet, so they are not recruiting workers." Xiaotian said with a sad face.
"The little brother carries a long sword and has also learned martial arts?" The fat shopkeeper continued to ask.
"Yes, I practiced kung fu with my late father for several years." Thinking of his deceased father, Dugu Xiaotian's eyes turned red.
Seeing Xiaotian's expression, the fat shopkeeper already understood the general idea. At this time, there was a long-term war in the north, and many people were practicing martial arts for self-defense. Tragedy incidents involving family destruction and death often occurred.
The fat shopkeeper pondered for a moment, "Little brother, the Jinjianmen Medical Clinic on Heping Street in the south of the city is currently recruiting workers. However, this Jinjianmen is a Jianghu sect, and there may be entanglements between Jianghu and Jianghu."
"Thank you, shopkeeper!" Xiaotian felt happy and quickly thanked him.
"You go and take a look first!" The fat shopkeeper hesitated to speak.
Jinjianmen is a third-rate swordsmanship sect in the north. It has more than 300 disciples and makes a living as bodyguards. The leader of the sect, Duguxiao, is famous for his swift sword technique and is quite famous in the northern martial arts world.
The main altar of Jinjianmen is located at the northeast corner of Heping Street, with three courtyards facing south. The sect's medical clinic is not big, with five or six tile-roofed rooms, just next to the archway of the main altar.
Dugu Xiaotian walked to the entrance of Jinjianmen Medical Center. The place was deserted. Seeing that there were no ordinary patients coming for treatment, he secretly wondered.
"Is anyone here?" Xiaotian asked in a low voice.
"What's the matter?" A clear female voice sounded, and a woman in her thirties slowly walked out of the medical center. She was dressed in white and had a little makeup on, and her brows were slightly furrowed.
"I'm here to make a living!" Dugu Xiaotian stepped forward and bowed.
"Oh?" The woman looked at Xiaotian carefully and saw that this young man had good features, kind eyebrows and gentle eyes.
"How long have you been involved in medicine? Have you learned the diagnosis and treatment of bruises and trauma?" the woman asked.
"My mother taught me medical skills for five years before she was alive. She can identify basic medicinal materials, stop bleeding due to trauma, and regulate muscle and bone injuries." Dugu Xiaotian answered sincerely.
Hearing this, the young woman felt sad. She continued to ask: "Your mother is gone? Did she just come from the country village?"
"Yes, my parents are gone. I just came out of the village and went to the provincial capital to find a living." Thinking of his deceased mother, Xiaotian felt sad.
The young woman pondered for a moment, "Come in," and greeted Dugu Xiaotian into the medicine hall of the medical center.
"You can give me a pair of trauma medicine." She said softly.
"Okay!" Dugu Xiaotian has been familiar with trauma medicine since he was a child. According to the labels of various medicinal materials on the medicine cabinet, he took more than a dozen medicinal materials in different proportions, mixed them in the medicine jar, crushed them with a medicinal pestle, and then lit the fire to cook.
, and after a while the concoction was poured out.
After doing this, Xiaotian said: "After two hours the concoction dries up, grind it into powder, and the golden wound medicine will be ready. It can be sprinkled evenly on the patient's wound to stop bleeding."
When the young woman saw that Dugu Xiaotian was taking the medicine accurately and skillfully, a hint of joy appeared on her face.
"Well, we have a lot of trauma patients here recently, and we really need manpower! I'll pay you three taels of silver a month for food and accommodation, are you willing?"
"I do!" Dugu Xiaotian happily agreed.
"Remember, just treat the injury, don't disturb the patient, and don't talk!" the young woman then warned, "You can move here tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll report in early tomorrow morning, thank you!" Xiaotian happily headed to the inn.
"I hope the sect can survive this disaster!" The young woman looked at his back and sighed softly.