Chapter 7 The first sight of Cheng Yaojin - offering horseshoes
At this time, the younger sister saw that the young man in fine clothes was fine, and admired the third brother's ability very much.
Master Xuanmiao was also very interested in Zhang San's treatment methods just now, especially the utensils used for disinfection.
So he asked Zhang San.
"To tell you the truth, this is alcohol, used for disinfection, this is surgical needles and threads, used for suturing wounds like this, and that medicine is an anti-inflammatory drug to prevent later infection of the wound..." Zhang Sanyiyi
Answered to the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist didn't understand Zhang San's answer at all: "I think this medicine of yours is very exquisite and unique. The old Taoist has never heard of it or seen it before. I don't know how this medicine was obtained and what effects it has."
When Zhang San heard the old man's question, he thought to himself: This is a new product in the 21st world. There is only one box of this in the Tang Dynasty. Now there are only a dozen pills. After using it, it will be gone. Although he is also a student.
It's medical, but it doesn't make medicine.
Of course, these thoughts cannot be discussed with the old Taoist priest.
Zhang San thought for a while and decided to use words to deceive the younger sister and Muramasa.
"Sir, these medicines were obtained by chance when I met an outsider in a cave while collecting medicinal herbs deep in the Qinling Mountains. That's all. I guess it won't be enough if I give Young Master Cheng a few more drinks."
Next to her, Yuchi Baolin was stunned for a moment, and thanked Zhang San again for using the magic medicine to save Cheng Chumo, which made Zhang San feel very guilty.
I have to sigh with emotion, as expected, every lie I told must be covered up with another lie. Zhang San estimated that his lying skills improved by several levels after arriving in the Tang Dynasty.
By noon, Cheng Chumo had woken up from his coma. The old Taoist priest took his pulse again and said: "It's really a miracle. Lang Jun's life has been saved. He only needs to rest for a few days and wait for the wound to heal."
Once it grows up, it won’t be a problem.”
Yuchi Baolin was very happy when she heard this: "Chu Mo, you have to thank the little brother Zhang San next to you for saving your life this time. If it weren't for his miraculous methods and magical medicine, you should go and see him in advance.
The king of hell."
Although Cheng Chumo woke up at this time, he was still very weak, but he still managed to smile: "Thank you, sir. If you have anything to do in the future, just come to me at Duke Lu's Mansion in Chang'an. I owe you my life."
"Young Master Cheng, you are serious, come and drink the medicine first." Zhang San said as he took two anti-inflammatory medicines and a bowl of water from the side.
"Chu Mo, look, this is the miracle medicine I mentioned. You must have never seen it before, right?" Yuchi Baolin said excitedly.
Zhang San smiled and said nothing, then fed Cheng Chumo the medicine and drank it.
"Zhang San, right? You will be my brother from now on. Thank you for your life-saving grace this time. I will repay you generously when I recover." Cheng Chumo said again weakly.
"Hahaha, okay, you should have a good rest first." Zhang San smiled.
"Cheng Chumo, you take good care of yourself and recover from your injuries. We brothers will go to the mountains again to avenge you. In addition, I asked the two of them to go back to Chang'an to inform Uncle Cheng." Yuchi Baolin next to her obviously did not forget that.
A damn beast.
After everyone had a simple lunch in the old Taoist temple, not long after they heard the neighing of horses outside the temple.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a middle-aged man with big shoulders and round waist, majestic and majestic, riding a horse. He only had many scratches on his face. When he came to the yard, he shouted: "What's wrong with my uncle?"
Yuchi Baolin and others hurried out to greet him. Yuchi Baolin stepped forward and saluted: "Uncle Cheng, Chu Mo has been rescued by Zhang San and is resting in the room."
Cheng Yaojin felt a little relieved after hearing Yuchi Baolin's answer.
The old Taoist priest and Zhang San's brother and sister also quickly stepped forward to salute.
"You are Zhang San. Thank you for saving my elder man's life. From now on, if you have anything to do, come to Lu Guofu to find me. I will protect you."
When Cheng Yaojin saw Zhang San, he shouted loudly and patted Zhang San's shoulders with both hands, almost knocking Zhang San down.
Zhang San couldn't help but complain: "Damn, does this count as repaying kindness with hatred?"
But I can only smile helplessly and thank Cheng Cheng for the gold.
The younger sister walked up to Zhang San and said, "Sir, are you okay?"
Zhang San whispered back: "It doesn't matter."
So he took Cheng Yaojin to see Cheng Chumo. When he saw that his son was fine, Cheng Yaojin was relieved.
"Uncle Cheng, what's wrong with your face?"
Yuchi Baolin and everyone came to the main hall of the Taoist temple again, looked at the injuries on Cheng Yaojin's face and asked.
"Mother Xipi, stop talking. My horse was halfway on the road when its hoof stepped on something and lost its footing." Cheng Yaojin said with an unlucky look on his face.
Thinking about it, Cheng Yaojin has been fighting on horses for half his life, but today he stumbled and was embarrassed.
Yuchi Baolin did not dare to laugh at Cheng Yaojin and replied: "Turkish horses are good in everything, but this horse is not suitable for our ground and is easy to wear and tear. Every year, many horses are injured in the army."
"You are also concerned about military matters. You are worthy of being our general." Cheng Yaojin praised.
After Zhang San listened, his mind moved. He remembered that in a certain unofficial history describing the wars of the Tang Dynasty, war horses seemed to be easily scrapped due to worn hoofs.
Is there really no such thing as horseshoes now? If not, if I can solve this problem, it will be considered a great achievement, and maybe I will be rewarded with some scientific research funds.
So Zhang San stepped forward and prepared to adopt a roundabout strategy: "Mr. Cheng, let me clean your wounds."
After obtaining Cheng Yaojin's consent, he took out the alcohol and cotton swabs from the first aid kit and said, "Mr. Cheng, I will disinfect you with alcohol. It will hurt a little. Please bear with me."
After Zhang San finished speaking, he carefully disinfected Cheng Yaojin and cleaned his wounds.
After some cleaning, Zhang San put back the alcohol and said: "I just heard that the horses' hooves are easily worn out. I don't know what the problem is. I know a way to solve this problem."
Cheng Yaojin was startled when he heard this: "What did you say? Do you have a way to solve it?"
Zhang San looked at the excited Cheng Yaojin and felt a little guilty, but he still said carefully: "I need to see the injury to the horse's hoof to determine whether my method can be used."
"Boy, if you can solve this eternal problem, I will definitely ask the Holy One to reward you." Cheng Yaojin was very happy to hear the news.
Although Zhang San looks young, I just heard Yuchi Baolin talk about Zhang San's situation, so I guess this person is not simple.
Zhang San felt even more guilty now, but he couldn't be timid at this time. He wanted to give it a try without killing anyone. If things turned out to be what he thought, he might even get a big reward, and the benefits would outweigh the risks.
So he bravely said again: "I know a kind of horseshoe. As long as it is installed on the horse's hoof, it can prevent the horse's hoof from wearing out."
Hearing what Zhang San said was simple, Cheng Yaojin was a little unsure, but it was good to try out a method.
Not long after, another group of people came outside, Fang Yiai and Changsun Chong were also among them.
At this time, Cheng Yaojin wanted to know the horseshoes Zhang San was talking about, so he ignored the people who had just arrived, pulled Zhang San to the injured horse, and asked Bu Qu to lift the horseshoe to show Zhang San.
Zhang San took a look and found that the horse was not shoed at this time.
So he said to Cheng Yaojin with certainty: "Mr. Cheng, the horseshoe I mentioned can definitely solve this problem. All you need to do is find a blacksmith and follow the method I told you to make it. It's very simple."
Cheng Yaojin laughed a few times when he heard Zhang San's answer: "It's easy. I'll take you to the blacksmith right away. If you can do this well, I will definitely ask the Holy One to reward you greatly."
After Cheng Yaojin finished speaking, he immediately mounted his horse and asked his family to give up a horse for Zhang San to ride on.
However, Zhang San looked embarrassed: "I don't know how to ride a horse."
"Mother Xipi, what's the point of a man's life if he doesn't know how to ride a horse?" After saying this, he lifted Zhang San onto the horse with a big hand.
And to Yuchi Baolin and Fang Yiai who had just arrived, Changsun Chong said: "You guys are here to help me watch Chu Mo. I need to take a step in advance."
After saying that, without waiting for a response, he rode his horse and led the troops towards the distance.
The ride was so fast that it almost broke Zhang San’s heart.
Everyone came to a building and signed a letter with the words "I will be imprisoned."
"General Yan, quickly arrange some powerful blacksmiths for me." Cheng Yaojin shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door.
"Gong Lu, what do you want the blacksmith to do?" An official heard the sound and ran out.
"General Yan, don't talk to me about what you have or don't have. Quickly arrange a few powerful blacksmiths for me. I will be of great use." Cheng Yaojin led everyone to the blacksmith workshop at the back.
Reluctantly, the official, known as General Yan, ordered him to go down and prepare.
Zhang San asked for paper and pen to start writing and drawing. After a while, a design drawing was drawn and handed over to the blacksmith to make it.
After about half an hour, the blacksmith finished several strange-looking patches.
"Is this good?" Cheng Yaojin looked at these inconspicuous patches and felt a little worried.
"Okay, I will demonstrate it to Mr. Cheng now. But I need to find a horse and a few horsemen." Zhang San was full of confidence in this.
After hearing this, Cheng Yaojin immediately made arrangements.
Not long after, a few people came to a horse. Under the guidance of Zhang San, several horsemen first trimmed off some uneven places on the horse's hoof, and then used small nails to pass through the small holes in the patch and nail it to the horse's shoe.
noodle.
After seeing it, Cheng Yaojin was eighty-nine percent convinced.
So I arranged for someone to try the horse again.
When he saw the horse galloping over some obstacles, Cheng Yaojin was overjoyed and said, "Sure, you can do it. General Yan, I order you to seal this place immediately. Not even a fly can leave. Violation will be punished by military law."
At this time, General Yan also instantly understood what Cheng Yaojin meant and quickly made arrangements.
Cheng Yaojin once again ordered his troops to return to his hometown with his tokens and mobilize soldiers to surround the place.
He hurried to the palace on horseback.
Zhang San looked dazed when he saw such a hard-working man, thinking: What's the matter?
Of course, Zhang San didn't know that the horseshoe, which he thought was a trivial matter, would be so important in the early years of the Tang Dynasty in Cheng Yaojin's opinion.
