Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 12
Escorting Zhang Fu and others, Fang Xiaobai returned to the village of Altdorf. It was almost dusk at this time. In the old place, playing chess with a few little old men.

"Old man Lou, thank you for reminding me earlier, I almost fell into the trick of the Zhang family." For Lou Zhangyou, Fang Xiaobai's favorability gradually grew, and it was the first time that he discovered that the old man in ancient times had a good personality. In the later generations, the old men and women who would fight for a seat on the bus and speak badly, their morality surpassed them by ten or twenty blocks.

Lou Zhangyou raised his head slightly, and found Fang Xiaobai came back, and cupped his hands with a smile: "It seems that the viscount has survived the disaster, and his complexion is much better than that in the morning. I congratulate you, my lord."

"Let's not be so outspoken. I can rest assured that you will be in charge of the village. Oh, by the way, I want to apologize to you for my previous recklessness."

How could Lou Zhangyou dare to accept Fang Xiaobai's apology? He waved his hands repeatedly: "Sir Viscount, what you say is really embarrassing me. I have only one wish in this life. As long as you are safe and well and treat the people under your rule well, I will be satisfied. .”

"Your old wish is really not that good. Don't you want to think about your future generations? Well, when the Zhang family puts the money into my pocket smoothly this time, I will give you one-third of it as a reward. I don't know what Lou Lao wants to do."

Fang Xiaobai's name for Lou Zhangyou has changed. Lou Zhang is considered a half-savior, and he is not a person who does not know how to repay his favor.

Lou Zhangyou stroked his gray goatee and shook his head firmly. Fang Xiaobai wanted to persuade him, but Lou Zhangyou seemed to have seen something and fell into a trance: "Lord Viscount, I think you don't look very good. Can you?" Can you let me take a look at your tongue?"

What?Did Fang Xiaobai stick out his tongue, Lou Zhangyou looked again and again, and stretched out his hand to grab his right hand. The index finger, middle finger, and ring finger rested on the inner and outer sides of Fang Xiaobai's right wrist, where the radial bone protruded. Location.

What is this for?Fang Xiaobai didn't dare to move, he didn't expect this old man to be very old, and his skills were not bad, he admired him.

After a long time, Lou Zhangyou let go of his hand, and said with a smile, "Don't be surprised, my lord, the old man noticed that his complexion was slightly sallow, so please look at his tongue, his tongue is pale and greasy, and his pulse is stringy and slippery. Do you feel loss of appetite and mental fatigue?”

Let me tell you, who is this old man? He has been a little unable to eat recently. After all, he has been hungry for so many days and his mental state is not good. I thought it was because he was tired these days. Is there something hidden?

Lou Zhangyou smiled, and continued: "If my lord can trust me, and I write a prescription, and my lord goes to the pharmacy in the county town to get the medicine, I can guarantee that the medicine will be cured in a week."

"Old man Lou, do you know Chinese medicine?" Fang Xiaobai's eyes widened, Lou Zhangyou's ability was completely beyond his expectation.

Zhangyou from Clinker House laughed and said: "Since ancient times, Taoist medicine has not been divided into different branches. I have only learned a little bit about it, but I have learned a lot."

As the saying goes, an old man in a family is like a treasure, the ability Lou Zhangyou displayed will be popular in future generations everywhere, and Fang Xiaobai completely worships him at his feet.

"Old Lou, tell me everything else you can do."

Lou Zhangyou shook his head and said: "All I know are some strange skills, which are not worth mentioning, adults will gradually know about them in the future."

It is Fang Xiaobai's principle of not forcing others to make things difficult for him. Since people don't want to say it, then forget it, anyway, he will know in the future.

Farewell to Lou Zhangyou, Fang Xiaobai and his party led the captives, ostentatiously crossing the market, attracting villagers to watch.

"Who are those the Viscount is tying up? What did they commit?"

"I don't know. I heard from my son that the lord went out early in the morning and only came back now. As soon as he came back, he escorted the policemen in the city. One can imagine the experience."

"Could it be that they have provoked the adults?"

The villagers talked to each other and guessed the reason. In ancient times when entertainment conditions were relatively scarce, gossip could always pass the extra time.

The imperial swordsman escorted the housekeeper Zhang Fu and the comatose catcher Zhao Bin (Zhao catcher) to the prison where Zhang Yufan was held.

When Zhang Yufan saw his housekeeper coming, he thought it was his father who had redeemed him with a ransom, and his excitement was beyond words.

"Uncle Fu, are you here to pick me up?" He has stayed here enough, three meals a day are barely enough porridge, and the latrine can only be solved in the cell, supervised 24 hours a day, Zhang Yufan, who has always been well-clothed and well-fed, is on the verge of collapse.

"Master! How are you? They didn't abuse you, did they!" Zhang Fu threw himself outside the prison, with snot and tears.

"Don't be long-winded, it's not too late to go in if you want to reminisce about the past." The imperial swordsman opened the cell door and pushed Zhang Fu in. "Here, I have pen and paper here, write carefully, and write down the situation more seriously, otherwise you will be amazed!"

Bang, the cell door slammed shut, leaving behind a guilty-looking Zhang Fu and a desperate Zhang Yufan: "Uncle Fu, aren't you here to save me?"

Zhang Fu said with shame: "Master, I was asked to rescue you, but he didn't give me a ransom. He only asked me to bring a group of people to capture the thief first. I didn't expect that the bandit leader would send out all his men. Alas!"

Zhang Yufan sat down on the ground, his eyes were empty, and finally murmured softly: "Impossible, am I not as good as Duwu in the eyes of my father? Impossible, impossible!"

Zhang Fu looked at Zhang Yufan who was almost insane, and his mouth was very bitter, is it the master?I'm just a servant, alas, let's take one step at a time and write the letter first.

The Imperial Swordsman very "thoughtfully" prepared candles, tables and chairs for him to facilitate his writing.

(End of this chapter)