Three thousand miles in exile

"Father, I have a letter for you." Yuanpan Lin was studying pharmacology in the study when his youngest son pushed the door open and entered.

Lin Yuan took the letter, but almost lost his beard after reading it. "This... Yan'er, can you help Wei Wei to see if this is the seal of General Qi Yun?"

"It's indeed General Qi Yun." Lin Xiuyan was shocked when he took the letter and read it carefully.

The general content of the letter was that Liu Zhan was honest about his identity and admired Lin's medical skills very much, and hoped to invite a descendant of Lin's family with outstanding medical skills to serve as a medical officer in Jinyang.

The letter promised that the medical officer would be a decent seventh-rank civil official, not a low-level military doctor.

At the same time, Liu Zhan said that his caravan would wait for three days at Luoyi in the suburbs of Beijing, and if he did not see anyone from the Lin family after three days, he would leave.

Lin Xiuyan was moved almost immediately.

As the youngest son, it is impossible for him to inherit the official position of imperial physician, so he can only run a medical clinic or be willing to work as a military doctor to find a way out.

"In terms of medical skills, you are not inferior to this old man. You are the most outstanding young man in our Lin family. It's a pity that you were born too late. When you were born, Yin En's official position in the imperial hospital was already given to your elder brother." with the youngest son.

"It's not a pity, brother is fine." Lin Xiuyan raised his head with a smile on his face.

The parents' beloved son has a far-reaching plan for it, and Lin Yuanjuan's eyes are full of emotion. "In my opinion, General Qi Yun values ​​love and righteousness, so he may not be an enlightened master."

Courtyard Lin patted his youngest son lovingly. "If you are willing to go, it is feasible for the father."

Lin Xiuyan nodded. "I would like to go."

The medical officers of the Imperial Hospital also started at the seventh rank. General Qi Yun was willing to treat each other with respect and courtesy as a decent official. Lin Xiuyan had no reason not to go.

So what about the war in northern Xinjiang, it's better than wasting time in the imperial capital.

Liu Ji's caravan stopped at the junction of Luoyi County and the suburbs of Beijing.

Cao Ming and the others looked forward to it.

Zhang Xiaoman is describing it vividly. "That day, I saw that the Linyuan's judgment on picking arrowheads was very powerful. Other doctors pulled them out directly. He picked them up bit by bit with a red-hot knife, and there was not much blood when the arrowheads were taken out. You said it was not that strong. "

The guards nodded. "If it comes, it will be our Qi Yunjun's blessing."

At this moment, a tender-faced young man stopped in front of the caravan.

"Excuse me, is this Liu Ji's caravan?"

Zhang Xiaoman nodded. "That's right."

"My Xia Lin Xiuyan was invited to serve as a medical officer in Jinyang." Lin Xiuyan smiled with two prickly dimples, looking a bit handsome and cute.

For a while, Cao Ming fell straight down.

"You can't do things well without hair on your mouth, can you do it?"

"How old are you? I think you have just reached the crown at least?"

Lin Xiuyan's face flushed red. "I just look small, I'm 22 this year!"

"Are you married? Why don't you see your family?"

"How can a man get married if he hasn't established a career yet!" Lin Xiuyan retorted with a red face.

"Are you really a miracle doctor? Can you take arrows without bleeding?"

"Don't listen to their nonsense." Song Fenglin interrupted at the right time with a smiling voice. "The person recommended by the Lin Court must have great medical skills and will not fall into the name of the Lin family."

Lin Xiuyan cupped his hands. "Lin Yuanshang is my father. I have been practicing medicine since I was a child. Although I am not very old, I have been practicing medicine for eight years."

"So that's why we offended us so much just now." Song Fenglin replied. "Song Fenglin, thank you Lin for saving my life."

Lin Xiuyan was taken aback. "So it's An Guogong, Lord Song, I'm being rude."

Song Fenglin waved his hand. "Just call me Mr. Song like everyone else."

At this time, Liu Zhan walked over from the leader of the team leisurely. "Coming? Then let's go."

Seeing that the person who came was a little young, Liu Zhan was not too surprised, so he arranged it casually. "It doesn't matter if you are a little young, as long as you can treat injuries, arrange a carriage for Doctor Lin and prepare to go."

An order sent the caravan to set off again.

Due to taking care of Song Fenglin's injury on the return journey, the caravan did not rush day and night, and it took more than 20 days to enter the border of northern Xinjiang.

Seeing the majestic mountain range stretching across the sky, everyone's eyes were full of excitement and homesickness.

In another two days, the caravan arrived at the bank of Huangchuan and crossed the river.

It was midsummer, and the sun was hot and poisonous.

The land of the Central Plains is arid, but there is no drought in the northern Xinjiang. After crossing the Huangchuan River and stepping into Furongpingding, the contiguous rice fields are green and growing vigorously.

Lin Xiuyan originally planned for the worst, but after crossing the river, what he saw before him was unexpected.

Luming Ferry was crowded with people. There were business travelers in neat clothes, refugees in ragged clothes, and farmers in rough but clean clothes. It was shocking that all these people appeared on the same long street.

The refugees came not to beg, but to go to a designated place to wait for resettlement.

The business traveler did not discriminate against the refugees who were all over the street, but went about doing business in a normal way.

As for those ordinary farmers, most of them picked things to sell at the ferry, and they sold everything, but most of them were mountain products.

Last year, Liu Zhan supervised the construction of an official road from Luming Ferry to Jinyang City. It only takes one hour from the ferry to Jinyang.

After entering Jinyang, it will be even more prosperous. Naturally, it can't be compared with the imperial capital, but it is enough to surprise Lin Xiuyan. He thought he was going to the frontier to take office, but it turned out to be a prosperous city, which has nothing to do with the word "suffering".

On the same day, Liu Zhan rewarded Lin Xiuyan with a wave of his hand a two-entry house, and matched four servants, and rewarded another 2000 taels of silver.

Because he and Song Fenglin were both busy, Liu Zhan asked Wen Qingshan to give money away, and take care of the newly arrived genius doctor by the way.

He was arranged in just one day, and Lin Xiuyan looked at the new family members in a daze.

At the same time, as soon as Liu Zhan arrived in Jinyang, he immediately summoned the generals to inquire about the current situation.

"General, it's a little strange for the Northern Army in Yangguan." Li Xiaolian reported the movements of the Northern Army during this period to Liu Zhan on behalf of everyone.

"Just two months ago, a group of people from the capital entered Giyang Pass. As a result, the bodies of this group of people were hung on the city wall the next day, and they are still hanging there."

Li Xiaolian looked serious. "We felt that there was something strange, so we sent spies to monitor closely. Since that day, Yangguan has been completely closed, but just ten days ago, the spies who monitored the movement of the Northern Army reported that the Northern Army secretly contacted the Yan people."

Zhou Sui really betrayed the enemy that week!

Liu Zhan was not surprised. "What you don't know is that Zhou Chan is dead, the Zhou family has been destroyed, and the Great Chu has changed."

Everyone looked sideways. If this was the case, there would be a reason why Zhou Sui rebelled against Yan. Without Zhou, how could he, a Zhou family slave, gain a foothold in Dachu.

"For the northern army, let's wait and see what happens. After all, Zhou Sui has not publicly rebelled against Yan. We will send troops after he has made a move, so as not to lose people's tongues."

The generals agreed in unison.

Liu Zhan changed his sitting position and leaned lazily on the armrest and asked again: "How is the conscription situation after the spring of this year?"

The conscription situation is what Liu Zhan cares most about.

Cao Zhuang replied. "Twenty thousand new recruits have been added, and now our army has a total of 12 soldiers."

12 people is an unimaginable number just a few years ago, but now Liu Zhan feels that it is still far away.

"There will be another conscript. This year it will be expanded to at least 15 people. We still have a tough battle to fight with the Yan army."

There has been a severe drought in the Central Plains for two years in a row. Among the refugees who went north this year, there are many people from the Central Plains. They all heard that there is a way to live in northern Xinjiang, and their families went north.

Naturally, Song Fenglin would not refuse anyone who came, and the most indispensable thing in northern Xinjiang was wasteland.

After leaving northern Xinjiang for nearly four months, the affairs in the yamen piled up like a mountain, and Song Fenglin brought back the documents that he couldn't finish reading during the day.

Liu Zhan came out of the shower and saw that Song Fenglin was still reviewing the documents, so he took the letter from his hand without saying a word.

"It's better not to stay up all night if you are hurt."

"It's all important things and you can't ignore them." Song Fenglin rubbed his sore eyes.

"Reading at night hurts your eyes. If you're short-sighted, you'll know it's wrong." Liu Zhan couldn't help but pull him up and go back to his room. "Leave the matter to the people below to handle it. If you don't handle it well, you will be held accountable."

As the territory of the two of them is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more affairs, they will only be busier in the future, and it is impossible to do everything by themselves.

Song Fenglin also understood this truth, thinking that it was time to delegate power.

The northern Xinjiang in midsummer is sultry and hot. Mats were spread on the kang, and four ice basins were placed in the room, so that the sultry heat was suppressed a bit.

Liu Zhan took off his clothes and lay down shirtless. "Now that you have recovered your reputation and inherited the title, take some time another day to let the officials get to know you again."

"Let's wait for the regular meeting at the beginning of the month." Song Fenglin folded his clothes and lay in his arms.

Liu Zhan lay on his side with his head propped up. "Aren't you panicking after wearing so much?" Pulling his collar open again, Song Fenglin was really tired and didn't bother to pull the collar back.

After returning from this trip, there was one thing that Liu Zhan couldn't wait to do. During the day, the two of them were busy with their own affairs, and only at night could they have time to discuss it.

"Tomorrow, I'll take people to take Baoshan back, so don't go, just send me two stewards." Liu Zhan's eyes were filled with impatience.

However, that treasure mountain was first mined by the Yan family for many years, and then the Zhou family took over and then exploited it recklessly. They even transported silver many times a year, and it is estimated that there is not much left in their hands.

Fearing that he would be disappointed, Song Fenglin comforted him in advance and said: "The Zhou family exploited Baoshan extensively during the period of controlling Baoshan. It doesn't matter if Baoshan is mined out. We didn't start our business with these windfalls."

Liu Zhan nodded his pale pink lips. "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

"Go to sleep." Seeing his eyelids twitching, Liu Zhan got up and blew out the lamp.

The next morning Liu Zhan ordered five thousand soldiers to go up the mountain.

In order to facilitate the transportation of silver, Zhou Chan grandiosely opened a road up the mountain, and set up a barracks on the top of the mountain where Baoshan is located, with [-] soldiers stationed there.

These soldiers are used to being idle, and no one organizes drills on weekdays. They don't need any tactics at all. Liu Zhan directly asked Li Xiaolian to lead his men to rush in.

The battle was fought without any suspense, and Liu Zhan easily won the barracks.

Entering the Baoshan mining area, you will first see a large mess of shacks where miners live.

The miners and their families were disheveled and ragged, and they hid in the shack in panic when they saw outsiders.

Going further inside is the refining workshop with a messy environment, and the sewage with heavy metals exceeding the standard flows across.

The sewage here flows directly into the stream. Unlike the workshops in Cangyun Town, which have sewage pools for concentrated sedimentation, the villages below the mountain also drink the water from the stream. In the long run, the people's health must be problematic.

Liu Zhan's brows haven't opened since he came in.

In front of him, Li Xiaolian brought someone to arrest the manager of the mine.

"How is the output of the mine now?" Liu Zhan asked casually.

The steward trembled like a sifter and dared not hide it. "This year is [-]% less than last year, and the quality of the ore is getting worse."

This was also expected by Liu Zhan.

Liu Zhan has nothing to ask about other matters. The account books in Baoshan where the Zhou family has fallen are all waste paper.

"Clean up the old people of the Zhou family, and don't leave any traces behind." Liu Zhan decided the life and death of these people with one sentence.

These stewards are not worthy of sympathy. Only the Zhou family can do such a thing as enslaving the miners like animals.

Liu Zhan called his steward again. "The mine is not busy mining, let's reorganize here. According to the specifications of the workshop in Cangyun Town, first dig the sewage pool of the refining workshop, and the living conditions of these miners, at least they must look like individuals."

The leading steward agreed solemnly. "Please rest assured, General, we will not worry you and Mr. Song when we know how to improve."

Liu Zhan nodded. "So be it."

It was also on the day Liu Zhan went up the mountain that Song Fenglin finally found time to see Lin Xiuyan.

In the study room of the county office, Song Fenglin made tea himself, and called Lin Xiuyan to sit at the tea table.

"After returning to Jinyang, I was busy with official business, so I should have talked to you earlier." Song Fenglin made tea for him.

After coming to Jinyang, Lin Xiuyan had a new understanding of Liu Zhan and Song Fenglin. At this moment, only respect and admiration remained in his heart.

"Mr. Song cares about the people's livelihood, so it doesn't matter if you are a little miner later." Lin Xiuyan's eyes are clear, and the naked eye can tell that he is a simple-minded person.

Song Fenglin sat upright with a smile in his eyes. "Your paperwork for becoming a medical officer has been approved, but we don't have a government-run medical office in Jinyang, and we still need your help to establish it."

"We want to establish a medical office?" Lin Xiuyan was very surprised.

Da Chu did not explicitly order the establishment of medical offices in counties, cities, and prefectures, nor allocated money to implement government-run medical offices.

Therefore, the world is huge, but more than [-]% of the state capitals do not have medical offices. This is also the fundamental reason why Lin Xiuyan can't enter the Tai Hospital and has no way out.

Song Fenglin came slowly. "We are adjacent to Yan State and there are many wars. In each war, we can only recruit civilian doctors. In the early years, the number of soldiers in the army was small, but now the Qiyun Army has 12 troops."

If there is a big war, it is impossible to rely on private doctors alone to treat so many wounded.

In addition, the medical department is not useful during wartime. It can also receive medical treatment and benefit the people on weekdays, such as controlling epidemics and so on.

It is imperative to establish a medical department. Song Fenglin wanted to do it last year, but it was delayed until this year because no one was available. Now that Lin Xiuyan is joining, it can finally be done.

Lin Xiuyan is the son personally trained by the Lin court judge, so he is naturally not bad in terms of knowledge or medical skills.

"The medical department set up a medical code for one person to be the sixth-rank, and four medical officers to be the seventh-rank, and eight doctors to be the eighth-rank, and there is no upper limit for the number of the remaining nine-rank military doctors." Song Fenglin pushed a document in front of Lin Xiuyan.

"This is your inaugural document. It is a sixth-grade medical code, and the official uniform will be prepared and sent along with you in the near future."

Medical Code is in charge of all the affairs of the medical office, and this is to hand over a yamen to him.

"For such a heavy responsibility, I... I... thank you, Mr. Song!" Lin Xiuyan was flattered holding the inauguration papers, and even the words of thanks were incoherent for a while, so he hurriedly stood up and bowed again.

Song Fenglin raised his hand to signal that he didn't have to. "Building a medical office from scratch, things are so hectic, I will ask Wen Qingshan to help you, and you can discuss it with the selection of medical officers."

This is to let Lin Xiuyan take full power to supervise the medical department, and Lin Xiuyan blushed with excitement for a while.

He once thought that he could only be a white doctor and spend his whole life studying in the medical clinic, but he didn't want to have a chance to show his talents.

Song Fenglin asked someone to call Wen Qingshan to discuss the regulations with the two of them face to face.

The next day, an official document on the selection of medical officers was announced in the city, and the assessment would be conducted half a month later. There were four vacancies for seven-rank medical officers and eight eight-rank medical officers.

All the doctors in northern Xinjiang became agitated for a while, and they were all gearing up to prepare for the assessment in half a month.

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