On the dusty road, two children, one big and one small, walked slowly forward.
Next to them was an open field, with only a few trees standing alone. Most of the bark had been peeled off, and was used by the hungry people to satisfy their hunger. When spring began, these trees would not sprout again.
Even the weeds on the ground were not much left.
There was nothing to eat. The young man moved step by step with great difficulty. Every step he took had to pay a huge price... Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped on something, and he slipped and fell to the ground.
The little guy behind him was frightened. He hurriedly squatted down and pulled the boy's arm hard, trying to pull him up.
"No, don't waste any effort."
The young man's voice was weak and his breath was dying. He asked the little guy to come closer to him.
"Mu, Mu Ying, I, I can't make it. You, go east, go to Haozhou. As long as you still have breath, don't stop... Maybe, maybe there is a way to survive."
After the young man finished speaking, his vision turned black and he fainted.
He didn't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes and found that the little guy was still lying next to him, with a pair of big black eyes staring at him.
Seeing that he was awake, Mu Ying laughed happily, although there were still tears on her face.
The young man was helpless. Silly boy, if you guard me, won't you die with me?
"Mu Ying, listen carefully, leave quickly, I met a noble person, you, you can still live..."
The child didn't move, just staring at the boy stupidly.
"Why are you disobedient! You, you can save me only if you live!" the young man urged sadly.
This time the child seemed to understand. He got up with difficulty, stared at the boy again and again, and finally took a step forward. However, after he took two steps out, he had to look back. He was reluctant to leave. He walked out for a long time.
He ran forward with his head down.
Mu Ying left, leaving the young man alone. Waves of fainting attacks struck him, and there seemed to be the sound of wolves howling in the distance. He might not be able to survive much longer.
Don't even think about the hatred of your parents or the destruction of the Yuan Dynasty. Their family is like wormwood in troubled times and died silently...
I hope that kid is Lao Zhu's godson Mu Ying. I hope he can kill a few more officers and soldiers and avenge their family.
Tears flowed down from the corners of the young man's eyes.
His name is Zhang Ximeng, a native of Jinan.
The family was also from a famous family. My great-uncle was Zhang Yanghao. He was not only a high-ranking official, but also a master of Sanqu. He was quite prestigious both in officialdom and in the literary world.
It's just that that was more than ten years ago. Zhang Ximeng's father did not take part in the imperial examination to become an official. Instead, he studied behind closed doors at home, guarded the family business, and lived a life without competing with the world.
However, since the eleventh year of Zhizheng, the Red Turban Army has risen on both sides of the Yellow River. The imperial army has suppressed the bandits. The Red Turban Army has been attacking and killing people everywhere, and the people have been unable to survive.
After careful consideration, Mr. Zhang decided to go south to seek refuge with his relatives to avoid trouble. However, Mr. Zhang, who had been studying at home for many years, did not know the dangers outside.
Not long after they left, they encountered government extortion, and again and again, the softness on their bodies became less and less. There was only one servant left.
What's even more terrible is that his son Zhang Ximeng was not accustomed to the acclimatization and contracted an illness, suffering from vomiting and diarrhea.
The Zhang family couple saw their son's face turning sallow and getting thinner, and they felt more and more distressed.
Now I want to return to my hometown, but I can't. I can only bite the bullet and move forward.
On this day, they walked into the wilderness. Zhang Ximeng's condition suddenly worsened. He started convulsing and foaming at the mouth. The Zhang family and his wife were very anxious.
"Master, you and your wife will guard the young master while I go ask the doctor and buy some medicine."
Father Zhang frowned, "Where are you going to find a doctor in this wilderness?"
The servant said: "When I came here just now, I seemed to have seen a village. Let me go and try it."
Father Zhang muttered: "Can you handle it? Do you need me to go too?"
The servant hurriedly waved his hand, "Madam can't take care of the young master alone. Don't worry, sir. I'll be back soon."
Father Zhang nodded, and the servant hurriedly ran away with his butt in the air. He left for more than an hour, and saw the sky getting dark, but still did not return.
"What's going on? Why is Lao Wang like this? Isn't this worrying!"
Father Zhang was complaining when he suddenly noticed that his wife's face was pale, her lips were trembling involuntarily, her body was shaking, and she almost fell down.
"You, are you sick too?" Father Zhang was so frightened that he quickly supported his wife, "Don't scare me!"
The lady was stunned for a long time, then suddenly cried, "It's over, my bag of jewelry is gone!"
Father Zhang was immediately shocked. They had no money on them. The only thing that was still valuable was the soft jewelry that the wife carried with her. It was her dowry and was stored in a small bag.
"It must have been stolen by that despicable and heartless thief from my hometown while I was focused on my son!" The lady was so angry that she almost fainted.
Dad Zhang was stunned for a moment and understood what was going on. It must be Lao Wang who took the jewelry and ran away with the doctor as an excuse. Damn it!
He, three generations of his family have been working in the Zhang family, and they have never treated him badly. He stole the jewelry and ran away at this time. This is adding insult to injury and repaying kindness with hatred!
Father Zhang was so angry that he stamped his feet, turned around and left.
"Master, you can't catch up!" the lady exclaimed.
Father Zhang snorted, "Who's going to chase him? I'm going to find some medicinal materials for my son. I've also read medical books. It can be done!" As he said that, he ran away and ran down the hill next to him.
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Can an old scholar understand medical skills?
Don’t underestimate people. If you don’t have a good appearance, then you should be a good doctor. If you can’t heal the country, then heal the people. Many medical experts must be literary experts. If you read the book thoroughly, you will naturally understand pharmacology.
It's just that Father Zhang is still very far away from being a famous doctor. Normally, he would definitely not act recklessly, but now at this point, he has no choice but to become a living doctor.
He ran out for almost two hours, and when it got dark, he came back out of breath and carrying some herbs.
"Quickly, boil some water for your son to drink."
The wife didn't know if it was of any use, so she could only follow her husband's wishes and light a fire to boil water.
When the fire started to rise, the lady discovered that her husband's cheeks and arms all had broken wounds, and blood seeped out, forming dark red scabs.
When the madam saw this, her nose felt sore and she couldn't help crying. Although their family was not rich and powerful, they were still middle-class and had servants to serve them. How could anyone have ever suffered such a crime!
"I'm fine, don't worry. As long as our son is fine, it's all because of my incompetence as a father that hurt him!" Father Zhang looked at his son's haggard face and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched it lovingly.
Touch your son's forehead.
Coincidentally, Zhang Ximeng, who was in a coma, slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were blurred, and there was also surprise and panic.
Father Zhang didn't notice anything strange. He just thought his son had calmed down and said proudly: "Look, my medicine works!"
The lady couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I'm so dizzy, I haven't even drank yet!"
Father Zhang said sarcastically: "Then it was God who thanked our father and son for their kindness and filial piety, so he allowed his son to wake up. He must be fine."
Father Zhang excitedly took off the clay pot, put it on his sleeve, poured it into a drinking bowl, and after it cooled down a bit, he put it to his son's mouth and drank it.
The young man drank the medicine stupidly, and the bitter taste filled his body, and he couldn't help but shuddered. As if he had come back to his senses, he raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him, who were also looking at him with concern.
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They are...my parents!
how come?
Zhang Ximeng has a splitting headache. Isn’t he an orphan? How can he have parents?
Suddenly, the memories in his mind exploded, and the tide surged and came one after another. The young man's expression couldn't help but change again and again. He must have arrived in a strange time and space.
After sorting through his memory again, Zhang Ximeng suddenly became uneasy.
In the twelfth year of Zhizheng, in Anfeng Road, Jiangbei Province, Henan, the Red Scarf Army. The stone man with one eye instigated the Yellow River world to rebel... and it cost his life!
If his guess is correct, he arrived at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. After all, the one-eyed stone man was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that he was a classic template for rebellion.
how so?
He is just an ordinary college student, very Buddhist. His biggest ambition is to become a civil servant and then serve the people honestly, that's all.
Suddenly he was thrust into the troubled times of the late Yuan Dynasty, how could he survive?
And it was obvious that their family was not in good condition and was running for their lives.
Zhang Ximeng took a peek and saw that his father was obviously not that reliable. Otherwise, how could he have brought the family to a desperate situation?
But what can he do? He is young and sick. His only hope is his father. I hope he can find a way to survive!
At this time, Zhang Ximeng was exhausted and unable to think at all.
Or maybe dad's herbal medicine had an effect and he fell asleep quickly.
After one night, Zhang Ximeng felt a lot better, but his father was in trouble, "We don't have anything left. We can't go to Jiangnan... The closest one is Haozhou, but I heard that Haozhou was raped by the Red Scarf
If a thief takes over, I'm afraid it won't end well if I go there!"
The madam had no idea. She lowered her head and became sad again. If she had been more careful and the bag of jewelry had not been lost, she could still do something about it.
Zhang Ximeng leaned against the carriage, and when he heard his father's words, his heart suddenly moved... Haozhou, isn't that the place where Lao Zhu made his fortune? Go to Haozhou and join Zhu Yuanzhang! But how to tell his father?
Could it be that you tell him that the future Hongwu Emperor is in Haozhou? Go there quickly. Maybe you can become a hero of Conglong and get a gold medal for immunity from death in the future... Zhang Ximeng thought for a long time and then whispered: "In this world, officials
If you don't distinguish between bandit and bandit, the Red Scarf Army may not be green-faced and fanged, they may be more reasonable than the government."
This sentence reminds dad that along the way, haven’t we experienced enough?
He has long seen through the virtues of officials.
He didn't know what the Red Turban Army was like, but did the family have any other choice?
Bet on it!
Father Zhang gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, let's go to Haozhou. It's important to find a way to survive!"
The father made up his mind, and the family of three set off immediately. The mother took care of Zhang Ximeng in the carriage, and the father took over from Lao Wang and drove the car himself.
Not far after they came out, Dad suddenly stopped the carriage.
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but be stunned. Was there any surprise?
He heard a whimpering cry. It turned out that there was a woman's body on the roadside, and there was a child lying on the body. The cry was coming from him.
My mother stuck her head out and looked in her eyes, feeling sympathy, but they were too busy taking care of themselves right now, how could they help others.
"Master, let's go quickly!"
Father Zhang subconsciously drove the carriage forward, but his eyes were fixed on the child, and his heart was moved. The moment the child disappeared from sight, the father suddenly reined in the horse and jumped off the shaft resolutely.
"Master!" the lady called in a low voice.
Father Zhang let out a long sigh and said, "I have been reading books for decades. If the world is just dark and dark, and I refuse to save myself, wouldn't reading the books of sages be in vain?"
"Ximengwu'er, your uncle went to Shaanxi to help the victims. He rescued people along the way, provided food to those who were short of food, and buried corpses when they encountered them. Our Zhang family should never just care about ourselves and refuse to save others!
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After giving instructions to his son, Father Zhang went over... Zhang Ximeng in the carriage was slightly startled. Scholars, maybe, my father is the kind of fool who always has kind thoughts, but it is precisely because of this fool's persistence that in
In this world where etiquette is ruined and happiness is ruined, and the sky is falling and the earth is falling, there is still a little bit of humanity to prevent it from falling into the Abi Hell...
For the first time, Zhang Ximeng felt that this old man still had merit. He couldn't move, so my mother went down to help. Half an hour later, the couple came back, with another child behind them.
"I just asked him his name. The child's name is Mu Ying. Both parents are gone. Please follow us from now on!" I told Zhang Ximeng.
Mu Ying!
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but frown... Why does it have the same name as Mu Ying, the Duke of Guizhou who guarded Yunnan for generations? And they should be about the same age in years. It's a pity that they are not Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma.
Maybe this guy just has the same name.
Of course, if he successfully arrived in Haozhou, met Lao Zhu, and was willing to accept Mu Ying, Zhang Ximeng would not refuse.
The joke, if it comes true, this guy will be the Duke of Yunnan who has guarded Yunnan for generations. Wouldn’t he be able to follow him to Yunnan to drink fungus soup?
Thinking of this, Zhang Ximeng finally felt a little hope, and a smile appeared on his face. Everything would be fine...