Huang An only returned to his master's house after dark. It was almost eight o'clock at that time.
The reason why he was so late was that it took time to return tools and buy mattresses and quilts. He bought three quilts.
Two beds belong to the two senior sisters, and the other bed is for the master.
Although warriors in the Six Fu realm are not afraid of the current severe cold, who would want to suffer the cold if they can stay warm?
On the other hand, buying two more quilts will also take a little longer.
It's getting dark, and so much time has passed. Presumably, senior sister won't scold herself anymore, right?
Facts have proved that Huang An himself worried too much.
When he entered the courtyard with two quilts under his sides and one quilt above his head, the oil lamp in the kitchen was dim, and the two senior sisters were looking forward to it.
The food in the pot was still hot. After Zhao Yan took the bedding, he immediately sent the little money man to make the bed.
She prepared hot water and tea for Huang An, washed her face and soothed her throat, and then put the food on the table.
After Huang An finished his meal, Senior Sister Zhao and Xiaocai Fan personally took him to the entrance of the alley with tears in their eyes and watched him leave.
If there wasn't enough room, Huang An wouldn't have to go back tonight.
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Around 9:30 pm, Huang An quietly returned to his yard in the dark.
He didn't expect to meet the master's family of three today, which was an unexpected surprise.
Although there were many twists and turns today, even I cried a lot.
Although the master ignored him and he didn't get the certificate he wanted, he was still happy.
Knowing that the master's family is still in Youzhou can prevent Huang An from being too cautious in his behavior in Youzhou City.
His biggest advantage, which is money, can really come into play.
Although, he can't buy Guiyuan soup yet.
But as time goes by, he will definitely be able to cheer up his master.
At that time, he can hug his master's lap again.
However, Huang An's head hurt when he thought of his master's current state and attitude towards him.
When leaving tonight, he went to call the master, but there was no movement.
There was loud snoring in the room, and the master had no intention of seeing him.
A combination of various reasons made it impossible for the master to regain his confidence.
However, Huang An is confident that he can help his master get back on his feet.
After all, when he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, it was only in the middle and late stages. At that time, his mental state was even worse than that of his current master.
He climbed up step by step from the abyss and can best understand this state.
Moreover, he had no one to help him at the time, so he crawled out silently and in pain by himself.
And now the master is accompanied by two senior sisters, as well as Huang An.
Having experienced so many things together with his master, including life and death, Huang An has a very deep understanding of his master's personality and character.
For Huang An, the master is a good person worthy of his respect.
It is consistent with his three views.
To be able to meet such a master in another world, Huang An could only lament that it was fate.
It was destined that Huang An would be Zhao Dun's best disciple.
Although Huang Anren is ugly, he grew up in his family's scrapyard and has a lot of social experience.
Generally speaking, in an environment like the one the master found himself in, anyone would have a high chance of giving up on themselves.
Then he shirks his own responsibilities and turns to yelling at those close to him, or even punching and kicking him.
As the saying goes, there is no filial son in bedside for a long time.
Whether a bad temper is caused by physical discomfort or psychological discomfort, most people will always take the opportunity to vent their bad temper on the people closest to them.
After all, those who are favored are always confident.
This outlet is so normal, so commonplace, it's like instinct.
But the master didn't. The master overcame his instinct.
His moral cultivation is very qualified in Huang An's opinion, especially when you consider that the master came from the relatively barbaric Ming Dynasty, you can understand this even more.
The master just lay in bed, drinking, and tormenting himself.
Although it is a bit sloppy, in short, it is the choice that will cause the least harm to the people close to me, namely the two senior sisters.
"Eating people have short mouths, and taking people has short hands. From now on, I often run to the master's house with things. With the master's character, he must be embarrassed to keep eating free food from a junior like me..."
Huang An was full of confidence and already had an idea on how to help his master get back on his feet.
Although the courtyard where he lived was very close to his master's family, Huang An still had great confidence in keeping his secrets.
He planned to go to his master's house at least every two days after getting up early to practice martial arts.
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After getting up early the next day to practice martial arts, Huang An sent some big buns to his master's family, then left and returned to the Wanjie Garbage Dump.
He used some precious tonics to cook some health-preserving medicinal soup for his parents.
This medicinal soup is not the deceptive IQ-tax medicinal soup from my hometown, but a tonic that has been tested in practice and is indeed very effective.
The biological richness of the second anchor world, that is, the Ming Dynasty, is even greater than that of his hometown.
Especially in the field of martial arts, most of the medicines are unique to the Ming Dynasty.
Even if he searched through the plant encyclopedia in his hometown, he could not find most of the precious plants used to make medicine.
There isn't even a replacement.
In Huang An's opinion, the tonics in Daming are a hundred times more effective than those in his hometown.
It’s no wonder that this second anchor world martial arts is on the rise and everyone is yearning to practice martial arts.
Because there is a foundation for martial arts training here, but there is none in my hometown.
Huang An poured the cooked medicinal soup into the jar and sealed it for storage.
Then he found a small wooden box and packed the 50-year-old wild ginseng. After a brief inspection to see that there were no omissions, he went out and took the subway to his waste treatment plant.
At three o'clock that afternoon, Huang An arrived home.
When he sent the medicine to his parents, his father was really happy. He treasured the old wild ginseng as a family heirloom.
Huang An laughed and didn't stop him.
As for his mother's nagging that he spent money recklessly, Huang An ignored it.
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When his parents are happy and healthy, Huang An is also happy.
He knew that the longer he stayed in the Ming Dynasty and became more involved with his master's family, the less time he would have to spend with his parents when he came back.
In order for his parents to enjoy life as much as possible and live happily, he, the son, needs to make preparations early.
And these big tonics were the first step he arranged for his parents.
Therefore, in the following days, Huang An's schedule gradually stabilized.
He traveled back and forth between the two courtyards, returning to his hometown every two or three nights to contact his parents. The rest of the time was spent practicing martial arts and cleaning up garbage.
What makes Huang An uncomfortable is that he really can't find a channel to buy martial arts medicine.
Especially Guiyuan Tang which is the most important to him.
There is a lot of precious blood soup, and he has now discovered that he will definitely not be able to use it up.
The excess will go bad if no longer used.
It was too wasteful, and Huang An couldn't bear it.
Therefore, Huang An gave some to the two senior sisters.
Of course, the master also has his share.
The master stopped drinking at first and then gradually finished drinking, which made Huang An feel happy.
Sure enough, my idea of "rescuing" my master was correct.
The little money fan practices martial arts at home every day, cooks, takes care of his master, cleans the courtyard, and takes care of many other things such as laundry and grocery shopping.
Due to the increase in ingredients and the longer cooking time, her cooking skills, which were not very good at first, actually improved.
This actually surprised Huang An. He originally thought that the dull little money fan was stupid, but he didn't expect to have such a skill.
The little money-lover suddenly became the only virtuous wife in the family, and even Senior Sister Zhao was far inferior to her.
This saves him and Senior Sister Zhao a lot of effort.
Senior Sister Zhao was still working part-time at that martial arts gym to earn some money to support her family. Huang An once vaguely mentioned that he just wanted Senior Sister Zhao to stay at home with peace of mind.
After all, the little money fan is busy every day, and Huang An feels distressed just looking at it.
The carefree little money-lover at the beginning will suddenly grow up one day and become the mainstay of the family.
Unfortunately, Huang An's request was firmly rejected.
Not only Senior Sister Zhao refused, but also the little money fan.
The two sisters cannot really rely on Huang An to support them. Even if Zhao Yan only earns a little money, which is far from enough to spend, he will not sit at home and eat for nothing.
Zhao Yan knew that these three people in her family had only the dignity and backbone left in front of Huang An, their junior brother.
She knew that the three of her Zhao family owed Huang An a lot, especially after receiving the precious blood soup, it became even more unclear.
She could not convince herself that her family of three could accept the support of her junior brother with peace of mind.
If she really follows her junior brother's request, then wouldn't the three members of her Zhao family become blood-sucking insects lying on her junior brother's body?
The dignity of a warrior, the integrity of the Zhao family, the reserve of being a senior sister, and the inexplicable persistence in her heart did not allow her to accept Huang An's help with peace of mind.
Even if the money she earns every month is only enough for her father to buy wine, she still has to persevere.
Huang An was helpless. He couldn't say that he raised a large family. That would be too disrespectful.
Therefore, we can only let it go.
What worries Huang An is that after half a month, the grass is almost sprouting, but the master still hasn't cheered up.
He and Senior Sister Zhao were concerned about their master's mental state and did not dare to suggest that he take them to Bao Yao Prison.
So, I kept putting it off.
Guiyuan Decoction may not be as effective as Precious Blood Decoction for other warriors in the Six Fu Realm.
For example, the two senior sisters prefer the precious blood soup.
But Huang An is different. Guiyuan Decoction is too important for his physical recovery.
It can repair Huang An's body that was depleted due to pancreatic cancer and make up for his shortcomings.
In order not to affect his body's recovery and not to have any accidents, he had tried every means in the past half month.
He even went to the martial arts gym where his senior sister worked and spent money to beg the gym owner to take him to buy Guiyuan Tang.
But what Huang An couldn't believe was that this method didn't work.
In other words, it worked for other people, but it didn't work for him and his two senior sisters.
Even if he now wears an unfamiliar face and goes by the pseudonym Zhao Wu, it won't work!
Because Zhao Wu has no identity and household registration, and no one can prove his identity.
The owner of the museum directly told him that in Youzhou City, at least for the past two or three years, no one would dare to take an unknown person like him to the Bao Yao Superintendent to buy precious medicines.
The owner then took another five taels of silver and revealed a very strange thing to Huang An.
That is, the steward of Mr. Wu's house sent a command to the famous martial arts schools in the city, especially those gathered in the southern area of the city, and even some small gangs, chambers of commerce, and other forces.
These martial arts forces are not allowed to come into contact with Zhao Dun.
It was only then that Huang An was shocked to realize that the plot of the governor's family against his master was still not over yet.
What is their purpose?
Is it really because the master was so devastated?