In the inn room.

Zhou Simin, the three servants who had just joined the bank were talking.

"Young Master, I Nu, this place is still nearly a thousand miles away from Hangzhou Prefecture. If we follow them like this, we have to say hello, so that we will lose face."

Zhou Simin said with a grin: "The road is facing the sky, and each side is going on. Who is this young master hindering? Besides, the dog official is not a good person at first sight. He has three lives, but he doesn't even get out of the carriage. He says he will kill people. If it weren't for this chaotic world, I will go to the government to sue for the first time."

Speaking of this, Zhou Simin slowed down and said, "Uncle Zheng's words are not unreasonable... In this way, Xiaoman, just follow what Uncle Zheng said and bring a gift to say hello."

Uncle Zheng quickly stopped him and said, "Young Master, I'll just go there, but it's inconvenient for Xiaoman to go."

Zhou Simin said: "Okay, then I'll be bothering Uncle Zheng."

Uncle Zheng nodded and thought for a while and said, "Young Master, my face was extremely pale when I saw the wardrobe in the car, as if I was seriously injured. Otherwise, let's take some nourishing things to visit, and it will also show your sincerity."

Zhou Simin asked in surprise: "Uncle Zheng said that he... the dog official was seriously injured?"

Uncle Zheng nodded, "Looking at their blood-stained military uniforms, and listening to them confessing that they are under the command of the General of Jiading, can't the young master guess their origin?"

Zhou Simin suddenly realized, "So, these three people are actually heroes of the Qing Dynasty who fought on the battlefield. I wronged the dog...man."

Uncle Zheng was silent for a while and said, "From time, their origin and whereabouts, I think it's not wrong."

Zhou Simin was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head and said, "Xiaoman, come and take the century-old ginseng and send it to Uncle Zheng."

Xiaoman said anxiously: "Young Master, your arm injury has not been long, and you are waiting for this old ginseng to nourish it. Besides, even if you have money, you have nowhere to buy it."

Zhou Simin shook his head and said, "It would be fine if he didn't know, but now he is a cicada. If he doesn't know, how can I feel at ease with me? In this chaotic world, if the country is about to perish, there will be countless kind-hearted and righteous people who are kind and righteous. Although I am unable to do it, I have to do my best, right?"

Xiaoman was still waiting for persuasion, but was stopped by Zhou Simin. "There is no need to say much about this matter. Since he is a loyal minister and righteous man, he can be respected by this young master. Uncle Zheng, you can take it."

"yes."

....

In the guest room on the other side, Wu Zhengban was on the couch, and Xiao An fed the porridge bit by bit.

This is the first time that the three of them have been involved in the inn since they escaped from danger.

"Young Master, the doctor said that you need to avoid eating this injury. In addition, there is nothing to nourish your health after traveling for several days. Please bear it again. When you arrive at Jiaxing Mansion, I will stew the chicken soup for the young master..."

At this time Erhan came in and said, "Young Master, Zhou Simin's family is asking for a meeting."

Wu Zheng was not surprised. He followed him all the way and wanted to go and say hello, just make the most of the truth.

"Let him come in."

"The little one has seen the adult."

"Well, sit down." Wu Zheng patted Xiao An's hand and signaled not to drink.

Xiao An took out a sweat towel and wiped Wu Zheng's mouth before leaving.

"Sir, are you injured?" Uncle Zheng asked as he looked at Wu Zheng's white cloth exposed on his chest.

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, the Qing army shot in Jiading City."

Uncle Zheng was shocked and even stood up and looked around Wu Zheng, asking, "But it penetrates?"

Wu Zheng nodded and said, "It's worn."

Uncle Zheng was shocked, looked at Wu Zheng's expression, and sighed: "Sir, who is so injured, can he recover to this level in ten days. The young one is considered to have eyes."

This is true. If you suffer such injuries, you will die if you suffer nineteen years. But Wu Zheng is an alien.

Wu Zheng was amused and crying. He was not happy to be seen as a monster. "What else do you have to say?"

Uncle Zheng then came to his senses and hurriedly said, "I am here to visit the adults with my son's order. First, I will thank the adults for their help, and second, I will give them all their strength to hurt them. This is the century-old ginseng given to me by my son. I believe it will help me recover faster and return to the battlefield against the Tartars."

Wu Zheng was stunned and did not comment.

But Xiao An, on the side, had his eyes glowing. He grabbed the sandalwood box where the ginseng was placed, and asked, "What a century-old ginseng?"

Ginseng has a good therapeutic effect on external trauma, not to mention the rare century-old ginseng.

Wu Zheng had the memory of the two, so he naturally understood that this ginseng was not something that ordinary people could afford.

Not to mention its value, even if you have money, you may not be able to easily buy such ginseng.

So he shouted: "Xiao Anzi, don't be presumptuous. Return the box to this uncle."

Xiao An squinted his mouth slightly and reluctantly handed the box back.

Uncle Zheng shook his hand repeatedly and said, "Take it, it's something my son gave to the adults."

Wu Zheng said: "I think Mr. Zhou's arm is also injured and needs nourishment and care in urgent need. This old ginseng is an unusual thing. A gentleman does not win over what others love. I will take the ginseng back after I take it back."

Uncle Zheng bowed and said, "My son said, "If you don't know, it's fine, but if you cicadas, if you don't know, you will feel at ease. I hope that you won't refuse, but I will insult my son's will."

Wu Zhengwen heard that he really felt a little respect for the angry young man who was stupid in his studies.

There are really not many people in this world who can still uphold morality.

Being able to say these words means that the angry young man is a clean person.

Wu Zheng pursed his lips and said, "Well. Then, since he is a century-old ginseng, he is naturally not small. I and Mr. Zhou each take half of it. I will be at ease, so how about it?"

When Uncle Zheng heard this, he showed a hint of admiration on his face. He said, "It's so good. As the adult said, I thanked my son for my son."

Wu Zheng shook his hand and said, "I am just a gift from your young master. Why do you need to thank me? Xiao An, please take it and cut it."

Xiao An was overjoyed, opened the box, took out a ginseng as thick as a child's arm, pulled out his waist knife, and wanted to cut it off.

Uncle Zheng was anxious and shouted repeatedly: "No, no."

Wu Zheng shouted, "Stop it."

Xiao An inexplicably put away the knife and looked at Uncle Zheng.

Seeing that the ginseng is not damaged, Uncle Zheng slapped his chest a few times, took a breath, and said to Wu Zheng: "Sir, all ginseng has aura for a hundred years. Wouldn't it be a waste to use this blood-stained iron knife to kill this century-old ginseng? The collection of herbal classics contains clouds, bamboo knifes are scraped and dried up, so don't let the wind be seen. You should know that you should avoid iron tools."

Wu Zheng nodded and said, "How to cut it?"

"Use a silver knife to cut, stir-fry with a gold shovel in a silver pot, and cook with a casserole. There is a silver knife to the small one. The adults wait for a while, and the smaller ones will go back and get it."

As he said that, he grabbed the door and left.

Wu Zheng glared at Xiao An and scolded: "I know I'm so anxious, I don't have any vision to see you."
Chapter completed!