It was the evening of April 6, the 13th year of Astronomy (1544), and it was an ordinary day at the Imagawa Hall. After two months of hard work, the iron cannon training of the Imagawa family had initial results. However, during frequent use, some
Many iron cannons were scrapped, so Imagawa Yoshimoto wanted to spend money to buy them from Sakai Town - but was told that they were out of stock. The output of iron cannons is still quite low now, and Imagawa Yoshimoto's previous big order was also from Sakai Town.
It took me a long time to save it, so I can only wait until next time.
As a result, due to the reduction in the number of iron cannons, Hatamoto had to take turns using iron cannons for training - which further accelerated the loss of iron cannons - and today, there are only 240 iron cannons left.
"I said, Weicheng, you actually don't need to train." Imagawa Yoshimoto was sitting by the window next to the dojo, watching Kira Wecheng clumsily loading the iron cannon with a look of resentment. In the past two months, he was the only one.
Because of improper filling, improper ignition, improper cleaning of the chamber and many other reasons (basically making the same mistakes), 7 iron cannons were damaged. One iron cannon cost 50 guns, although Imagawa Yoshimoto has always been extravagant.
They didn't care about money, but Hatamoto was different. They felt that Kira Usei could not be allowed to suffer so much, and complained to Imagawa Yoshimoto many times.
"It's okay, Your Highness." Ji Liang Weicheng didn't care. He muttered and continued to play with the iron cannon in his hand. "I'm very smart. It won't take long to learn."
The probability of Tian Shen learning is greater than yours - Imagawa Yoshimoto glanced at Kentaro Tian Shen who was standing on the side, and said quietly in his heart - although Kentaro Tian Shen only has one arm, he looks like Kira Wei
Cheng only has half a brain.
"Money doesn't matter, don't just blow up the gun and give away your own people..." Imagawa Yoshimoto muttered to the side, and at the same time, a muffled sound came from Kira Weisei's iron cannon.
"Throw down the iron cannon quickly!" Sano Shinbei, who heard the movement not far away, shouted quickly. Hearing this, Kira Haisheng hurriedly threw the iron cannon to the corner of the dojo. The next second, the smoking iron cannon was thrown down.
The cannon exploded with a "boom". Thick smoke billowed out, and soon the Hatakes in the dojo couldn't breathe. Everyone had to move outside to train - Imagawa Yoshimoto had been sitting by the window just now, just wanting to breathe.
Breathe fresh air.
"This is the 8th round." Even without Imagawa Yoshimoto's words, Sano Shinbei himself couldn't bear to see Kira Usei's waste. Even if he knew that the other party was a personal follower of Imagawa Yoshimoto, he couldn't help but say: "
Kira-sama, you can't be so wasteful... If you really can't learn it, we can use the iron cannon instead."
"Stop farting there." Kira Hesei glared at Sano Shinbei fiercely, cursed, and then took an iron cannon from another Hatamoto to continue practicing.
"Stop." Imagawa Yoshimoto stepped forward and stopped in front of Kira Wecheng. He stretched out his hand to stop his iron cannon and said earnestly: "Weicheng, what's the point of holding on to this iron cannon? A samurai must be worthy.
Heavy armor, a famous sword, and a warrior for charging into battle. Your martial arts skills are among the best among the best. You have honed your kung fu by traveling around the world for many years. Now, do you think you are going to abandon these and fly a kite with a southern barbarian fire stick?"
"Huh?" Akai Kurotaka on the side laughed after hearing Imagawa Yoshimoto's words, "Your Highness knows this now?"
"I just don't believe it." Ji Liang Weicheng spat hard on the ground, "Can it be so difficult to burn a fire stick?"
"This is not a question of whether it is difficult or not. How could you have done this by yourself without hurting yourself?" Imagawa Yoshimoto held the iron cannon harder and pressed it down, "Don't do it.
If you do it again, it will be a matter of time before you get injured."
Just when Imagawa Yoshimoto, Kira Usei and Akai Kurotaka were arguing, Hayasaka Nao suddenly rode up and dismounted next to Imagawa Yoshimoto in a panic. Imagawa Yoshimoto saw that his expression was different, and he understood
He came to the side with him and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Your Highness, the young master is suddenly ill and has suddenly become very serious. He has a splitting headache. Master Xue Zhai and Odai-den ask you to return to Imagawa Hall as soon as possible!"
By the time Imagawa Yoshimoto rushed back to the Imagawakan castle tower, it was already dark. Most of the castle towns and residential areas in the castle had turned off their lights for rest, but the Imagawakan castle tower was brightly lit, and horse-drawn carriages carrying doctors were coming one after another.
The official came at a gallop. Some alert people seemed to be aware of the uneasy atmosphere and were cautiously looking in the direction of the castle tower from the windows.
Imagawa Yoshimoto didn't get off his horse until he rushed to the gate of the castle tower. He handed the horse to Hayasaka Nao and hurriedly ran in. He suddenly bumped into Kinoshita Tokichiro, Kooi and Asahina Matsuchiyo who were also running over.
, the various medicinal materials and prescription lists held in the arms of the three people fell all over the floor.
Imagawa Yoshimoto glanced at the strange medicinal materials and various prescriptions, and realized that something was wrong - these were obviously various folk remedies collected temporarily after conventional methods failed to cure the disease. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen,
There were more than a dozen porcelain pots boiling medicine in a messy manner inside. Steam kept rising out, and the smell of herbal medicine assaulted your nostrils.
"Brother Goro is on the top floor!" Asahina Matsuchiyo climbed up and picked up the medicinal materials and pointed to Imagawa Yoshimoto, "Go to the main hall quickly! Brother Goro is very ill!"
Imagawa Yoshimoto did not dare to stop for a moment, and without even taking off his shoes, he ran all the way to Imagawa Goro's bedroom. He saw many medical officers outside the bedroom, most of them famous doctors around the Imagawa Hall, chattering in confusion.
What are you talking about? When they saw Imagawa Yoshimoto coming, they quickly moved out of the way.
Imagawa Yoshimoto opened the door and was even more shocked by what was happening inside the house. His usually lively and naughty son was now pale, sweating all over his body, and so weak that it seemed he could hardly breathe. Ginkgo hugged her tightly.
He looked at his son and kept stroking his hair gently. His eyes were terribly red and swollen, and he didn't know what he was muttering.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Shouguini sat quietly aside, closing his eyes to rest, and there was still no expression on his face, but the rosary beads he was fiddling with in his hand betrayed it.
She was panicking inside. But Taiyuan Xuezhai, who had always been calm and composed, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing around the room and giving instructions to the medical officer outside the room.
"What's wrong?" Imagawa Yoshimoto knelt down next to Imakawa Goro and Ginkgo, and looked at his son's face - he tried hard to open his eyes and looked at his father, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't. Imakawa
Yoshimoto held Imagawa Goro's hand, and the cold touch made him instantly confused.
"I just felt a little uncomfortable this morning. I was supposed to go play Cuju, but I didn't go later." Ginkgo murmured, her eyes a little dazed, "It started to hurt in the afternoon. I thought it was just an ordinary headache and brain fever, which made me feel fried.
After taking the medicine, I let him sleep first. I was going to call Wulang for dinner at night, but when I entered the room, I found that he was sweating profusely and extremely sick."
"Did you eat something bad? Or did you catch the cold?" Imagawa Yoshimoto asked softly.
"No, the food is all cooked by ourselves in the castle tower, and it's clean... The weather hasn't been cold these days. After playing Cuju, I took a nice hot bath. I was fine before going to bed last night..." Ginkgo babbled.
I carefully recalled Imagawa Goro's situation in the past few days, but I didn't find anything wrong at all.
"They are just quacks. They can't cure anything." Taiyuan Xuezhai seemed to be a little angry and rarely got angry. However, he still restrained himself and did not directly scold the medical officer. Instead, he cursed several times in a low voice at the wall.
Sentence, "If I had known that I should have learned some medical skills when I was young, I wouldn't have been so anxious watching Wu Lang suffer!"
"Is Dr. Tsushima here?" Shouguini opened his eyes and looked at the maid A Chang outside the room.
"Yutai Palace, the people who came back said they couldn't find the doctor. He was neither at home nor in the shop." Ah Chang looked troubled and answered with some difficulty.
"Don't let the children get close." Ginkgo raised his head and saw his second daughter Osomatsu and his second son Nagachiyo hiding in the distance and watching quietly. He told Mochizuki Takaki: "I don't know what the disease is yet. I can't be sure.
It’s contagious, so keep children away.”
"It's so troublesome. Why is Dr. Tsushima not here at this time? He's pointing his fingers at him to save lives. He's the one with the best medical skills in Suruga." Taiyuan Xuezai was so angry that he stamped his feet again and again, and then continued to spin around, while talking to the medical officers outside the door.
He shouted: "Hurry up and think of something! I've finished taking my pulse, and I've shown you the symptoms, but why isn't it getting better at all? What are your medicines for?"
"If you can be cured, you will naturally be rewarded with a lot of money. You must go all out." Shou Guini sighed, and then whispered instructions. The medical officers were so frightened by the two old men who were both kind and powerful that they kowtowed and then left.
Everyone went to make medicine.
"Goro..." Imagawa Yoshimoto held his son's hand tightly and gently touched his forehead with his hand. It was terribly hot. Goro seemed to feel uncomfortable and whimpered again. Ginkgo saw
When my son suffered like this, he couldn't help but want to shed tears, but he was afraid that his depression would affect the child. He covered his mouth and tried not to cry, but the tears fell in big drops and fell on Imagawa Goro's forehead.
superior.
Imagawa Yoshimoto also didn't know what to do. He felt Goro Imagawa's pulse and found that it was so chaotic and rapid that he was even more panicked. Time became torturous, and every moment was extremely tortured. Only the medical officers were left in the castle tower.
The sound of footsteps coming back and forth, the sound of water boiling from the decoction on the ground floor, and the smell of herbs gradually became stronger.
Bowls of soup and medicine were brought to the table, and Goro Imagawa drank them obediently, but his condition did not improve at all. All hopes seemed to be pinned on that "Doctor Tsushima". But Imagawa
However, Yiyuan knew in his heart, no matter how good a doctor's medical skills are, how much better than other doctors? So many people are helpless about acute illnesses... Poor Goro, what a good child, how could such a thing happen to him?
