Song Wen walked out first, walked around the rockery pavilion and came to Andao's body... "What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of medicine are you talking about? I am in good health..."
Looking at Song Wense's stern and inwardly virtuous character, An Daoquan curled his lips and said, "Don't you know whether it's good or not?"
"You...this medicine will hurt your body?"
"It's a medicine with three parts poison, but you have to weigh the pros and cons to see which one is the most cost-effective... This medicine should have some fire poison, but you can mix it with some cooling and hot pills. Drink more herbal tea and don't have sex..."
"Fart... are you still a human? You can't... you can't have sex. What's the use of eating this thing? Are you eating this thing with me to become a eunuch?"
An Daoquan blinked his eyes and said angrily: "You are a doctor and I am a doctor? If you don't adjust the balance of yin and yang in your body in advance, you will damage your foundation if you indulge a few times! If you don't live to be forty, you will become a wizened man...
Don’t you know what’s going on with your own body?”
Song Wen immediately shivered and took the medicine box eagerly... "Hey, Doctor An... Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"
"Take two large pills and one small pill a day, pay attention to rest and recuperation, and you'll be fine if you stick to it for three years..."
"Ah? Three years? This... can it be shortened?"
An Daoquan looked at the gold wine glass that Song Wensai handed over and curled his lips... "No!"
Song Wen was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "I will use the best fine steel plated with silver to help you create a unique set of surgical knives in the world, as well as a rosewood medicine box... a set of sterling silver medicine bottles and pots!
how?"
An Daoquan smiled happily: "In this case, An will try to make Song Langjun jump up and stand like a pillar in the sky within a year! Hahahaha..."
"Hahahaha... It's in vain that I traveled thousands of miles to save your life! You are so shameless and have no bottom line!"
"Since we are brothers, it is only natural that you save me. I don't care about your benefits..."
"Ah, hey hey hahaha... just wait..."
An Daoquan stared: "What do you mean?"
Song Wen laughed: "Nothing, nothing, aren't we preparing a medical camp in Dengzhou? From now on, the corps commanders and specialized medical training will be conducted there! Qingshan Camp will soon expand on a large scale.
We need to reserve large-scale supplies of medicine, alcohol, gold and sore medicine... I have decided that from now on, a battalion of 500 people must have two medical officers and corps commanders who can do basic bandaging, hemostasis, and rescue! The centurions must have
There are two medical soldiers... I have prepared five senior doctors for the selection and training of these people. From now on, this medical camp will be handed over to you! The soldiers will fight and be injured in the future... and their lives will be in your hands!"
An Daoquan was stunned for a moment, then he raised his hands and said seriously: "An Daoquan accepts the order!"
"Then... Medical Officer An's salary will be based on Mr. Sun's salary from now on... Will my body be able to recover in half a year?"
An Daoquan coughed... "Ahem, this... Northland black bear tiger liver and gallbladder whip, deer antler, Ganoderma lucidum and century-old ginseng... maybe we can do it in advance!"
Song Wen was overjoyed... "Good, good! Very good... Hahaha..."
"The handles of that set of silver utensils need to be inlaid with gold, preferably precious stones!"
"Okay! No problem!"...Song Wen was so angry that he was shaking all over, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
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The sea is cold and windy in winter, but the boatmen, who have long been accustomed to the cold, still go out to sea to catch some seafood. Song Wen also brought a lot of pigs, sheep, wine and various snacks this time. The craftsmen who moved to the island also included local soldiers and pirates.
I was still a little disappointed at first...but when An Chun poured boxes of copper coins and silver onto the square, everyone's eyes immediately lit up and they smiled.
Song Wen made a rule that starting from the first day of the new year, everyone would take turns to have a holiday and take a boat to Dengzhou for three days of fun. But they were not allowed to cause trouble or oppress the people!
What's left is that a dozen accountants and soldiers took the roster and the reward list and paid per head... Especially our pirates, it was the first time in their lives that they received real monthly pay.
Three big boxes of broken silver and twenty boxes of golden copper coins! More than a hundred village soldiers and more than three hundred pirates from Beacon Island lined up one by one, dreaming about how to spend the money after they got it.
The taverns and brothels in Dengzhou are blessed. I don’t know if those two shabby brothels can cope with the dozens of crooked ladies in them...
The lively sea fish was steamed for a while and then topped with shredded onion and ginger in hot oil. The sauce took Song Wen a lot of effort.
It was thirty, the wind stopped in the evening, and there was a lot of noise on Sanxian Island. Four to five hundred people celebrated the New Year on the island.
The more than one hundred rural soldiers in the Qingshan Camp felt sad but also had hope and novelty. Fortunately, Song Wen was with them, otherwise many of them would have started to miss the Daqingshan Military Camp in Taoshan County.
As for whether these rural soldiers who were born as orphans would be homesick? If they had a hometown... why would they leave their hometowns and become homeless all alone?
The first night, many people came to the west side of the island to burn incense and paper to pay homage to their relatives who had died separated from each other in their hometown on Jingdong Road, Hebei Road. At that time, Song Wen quietly brought Master Li to the hillside, but he saw Xiao Fuzi next to him wiping the corners of his eyes.
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"Fuzi, about Bianliang... I scolded you several times in public and fined you half a year's military pay... Are you sad?"
"No, Lang Jun... you know, I hate Wazi Street! My sister... was sold by the old madam on Wazi Street to a prostitute in Nancheng and died there... If it weren't for Brother Wen, I would
I'm afraid I won't have a chance to take revenge on Yan Hua Niang in this life! Fuzi has no regrets... After burning that dirty place, I feel at ease! I can have the honor to see my sister after I die. Little Fuzi has the rest of his life.
That is to say, you will die for your husband in front of you and behind your back!"
Song Wen turned around and slapped Xiao Fuzi on the back of the head, cursing: "There is no future... I have to live a good life for the rest of my life! Why do you think I am jumping up and down and working so hard? Just to take you to have a good life together."
Live... marry a wife and have children, not be bullied by corrupt officials, not be enslaved by barbarian Tatars! If the court cannot be trusted, we will protect ourselves, that's all!"
Xiao Fuzi wiped away her tears and nodded sternly.
People in the Central Plains are accustomed to staying up late on New Year's Eve. Even though they had eaten in the afternoon, Song Wen still arranged a large table of dishes and invited the long-awaited elders Da Huze and his uncle Da Zhiyong to come to the banquet. An Chun Xiaofuzi accompanied him.
Eye sister and Li Shishi were embarrassed to drink together, and they didn't know where they went.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Dahu Ze sighed... "Xian son-in-law, this year has really opened my eyes... money can be made so much, and money can be spent like running water! Once upon a time,
Those Bohai people who took refuge with the Khitans were so polite? Even the Khitans had to be polite when they saw me... If they hadn't forced them too much back then, why would we have abandoned our ancestral land and gone to the sea to become pirates?"
Song Wen nodded: "It's a pity that the Khitan people have no way to save themselves... I got the information that the Liao Emperor is still feasting all day long... The cavalry in Junzhou below him have long been in disrepair. Those Tiele and Semu
People are not trustworthy at all. The Mongols have been oppressed too much by them over the years. If they don't add insult to injury, they will be in trouble! From now on... the Jurchens will be tyrannical for a long time."
Da Huze asked: "My wise son-in-law thinks that the Jurchens...will destroy the Liao Dynasty? No matter how bad the Liao Dynasty is, the recruitment of 300,000 cavalry is still more than enough!"
Song Wen shook his head: "It's useless. When it is spread in the North that if the Jurchens are less than 10,000, and if there are more than 10,000, they are invincible, the Khitans are already destined to fail. The North only respects the strong and builds the country by killing, and cannot fail! Failure will make you a vassal.
The person immediately abandons his heart and morality... This is the ultimate result of fearing power and not harboring morality."
Dazhiyong bit into a smoked rabbit and said with a glossy mouth: "Yes! Brother Wen is right... Even the Koreans are hiding from the Khitans now. At the beginning, many of us Bohai Country survivors were avoiding...
…I don’t want to serve as a soldier for the Khitans, and I don’t want to pay taxes!”
Song Wen nodded and said: "There are still Han people in the north! Although they have been helpless for a long time, the Khitan people set up the system of southern officials to control the Han with Han... But they were really digging their own grave. Without him, there were too many Han people.