In early March, Renhoufang was drizzling.

Qin Zheng was carrying an oil-paper umbrella provided by his boss Qin Zhao, and walked on the country road with a piece of pork belly, his face full of redness.

Qin is a member of Qin Zhao's family resident team. This family resident team is stationed on Caiyun Peak, armed with the iron armor and swords he had seized, and trains martial arts on the mountain every day.

Qin Zhao treated this servant team as a force he could rely on and was very concerned about it. All the money he earned was stored on the Chiyun Peak, and it was guarded by this servant team. The training tasks of this servant team were very heavy.

Today, Qin Zheng, who had been in the army for half a month, was allowed to take a day off by Qin Zhao. He paid for his monthly payment and returned to Qinjia Village happily.

Qin Zheng walked to his doorstep, turned around and entered the door, and closed the oil-paper umbrella.

The Qin Zheng family's house was a wooden house with three houses. The wooden house was originally covered with black tiles, but there were many hurricanes in Guangzhou. A few years ago, the hurricanes from the sea lifted off the Qin family's tiles. Later, the Qin Zheng family had no money to buy black tiles, so they cut weeds from the countryside and dried them and spread them on the ridge.

Of course, such a roof cannot withstand the wind and rain. It is raining outside now, and Qin Zheng’s house is leaking everywhere. There are only a few black tiles left on the small part of the bed, which can slightly resist the rain and prevent the bed from getting wet.

Qin Zheng looked up at the wet thatch and sighed.

Qin Zheng's mother was sitting at the head of the bed, holding a bowl of herbs she cooked for his husband to drink. Given the poverty of Qin Zheng's family, where is there a real "medicine" in this bowl of medicine? It was nothing more than some licorice picked by Qin Zheng's mother, Qin Jin, in the wild, put it in the pot and cooked it, and it was barely said to relieve cough and eliminate phlegm.

Qin Zheng's father Qin Heng was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, as if he was very afraid of the chill. He coughed violently from time to time, obviously he was very ill.

In fact, Qin Zheng's father was only 39 years old, and he was only considered middle-aged by later generations. However, in the late Ming Dynasty, when the conditions were bad and his family was poor, he had fallen ill in bed like an elderly person for more than a year.

I was afraid of the chills, trembling, weak all over and coughed.

The Qin family had no money to hire a doctor, so they could only let Qin Zheng's father lie down in bed to recuperate. The 37-year-old Qin Jin took on the burden of the family, not only to cultivate three acres of paddy fields, but also to take care of her sick husband.

"Dad! Mom! I'm back."

Qin Jin turned around and said in surprise: "My son! My son is finally back!"

It was raining outside, the house was not lit, and the light was very poor. Qin Jinshi didn't see clearly what Qin Zheng was holding, but said in surprise: "My son! Is the mountain miserable? Is the master good to you servants? Have you beaten and scolded you?"

Qin Zheng grinned and said, "Mom! The bitterness on the mountain is quite bitter. He has to practice every day, practice stone locks and run, and also use wooden swords to play swords with other servants, and practice spear formations. He has to exhaust himself every day."

Qin Jin frowned worriedly and said, "What the hell! Brother Zhao asked you to suffer so much? Don't work hard to get sick!"

Qin Zheng smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, we won't get sick. Although we practice hard, we eat well and sleep well. Master Zhao Ge'er lets us eat meat every meal and sleep for four hours at night. I think after half a month of training, my health is much better than before, and I am really much stronger."

"Now, even if I encounter one or two thieves in the wild, I dare to draw my sword and fight."

Qin Jinshi said in surprise: "What's the matter! Brother Zhao really lets you eat meat every meal."

Qin Zheng smiled and said, "There is really meat to eat every meal. Zhao Ge'er specially invited a chef to the mountain and went to the town to buy meat every day. He changed his style every day. Sometimes he ate meatballs, sometimes braised pork, sometimes braised pork feet, and sometimes pork bone soup. After changing the style, it will be different for five or six days!"

Qin Jin was very surprised and looked at Qin Zheng and said, "What's the matter! Is there such a good master? Brother Zhao is really kind and righteous."

Qin Zheng smiled and said, "There are also beatings and scoldings, but as long as I practice hard, I won't be beaten and scolded. I was beaten and scolded once because I got my left and right feet wrong, and Qin Ning, the team leader, hit me on the back. But it didn't hurt much, it was embarrassing." After a pause, he said, "Qin Ning and Zhao Liangce are now serving as servants, and they are very imposing."

When Qin Zheng's father heard this, he laughed with relief. Qin Zheng was not beaten and scolded on Yunfeng, and he just had a bowl of rice to eat.

Qin Jin wiped his tears and said, "My son, stand at the door and don't move. I'll see if you have lost weight on the mountain this month."

Qin Zheng laughed and said, "Don't look at my mother, I'm strengthening a circle!" He walked up and stuffed the pork belly in Qin Jin's hand, and said, "Mom! Look at a piece of fat meat I cut in the market town, hurry up and cook the broth."

Qin Jinshi widened her eyes and looked at the fat meat stuffed into her hands.

"Where did you get the copper coins to buy meat?"

Qin Zheng smiled even more cheerfully and said, "Mom? Do you remember it? At that time, Brother Zhao agreed to give us three taels of silver a month."

Qin Jin murmured, "That's what I said, that was what I said when recruiting people. How can I take it seriously? Brother Zhao seized the silver on the Piercing Yun Peak, so how can I send it to you? It's still a few taels a month? It's not bad if I just want to give it to you!" Looking at the big piece of meat in my hand, Qin Jin said again, "But my son actually has money to cut his flesh. Brother Zhao really gave you copper coins?"

Qin Zheng did not speak, but walked to his father.

Qin Zheng's father's lips were dry, and his lower lips were cracked, revealing the flesh and blood inside. Seeing Qin Zheng coming, Qin Zheng's father didn't say anything, but just nodded.

Qin Zheng touched his father's forehead and felt a little hot.

Qin Zheng turned around and said to his mother, "Mom! I'd better go to the town to invite a doctor and get some medicine for my father."

Qin Heng heard this and coughed violently. He suddenly forced himself to get up from the bed and said breathlessly: "Nonsense! This kid... cough cough... speaks nonsense."

"Now, kid, go to the Yunfeng Mountain... cough... make a bowl of rice! Your mother planted our family... cough cough... three acres of paddy fields, and the whole family had food to eat? Where are you going... cough cough... borrowed money to see me? Then it looks like a disease... cough cough... it's just a bottomless pit. I don't know how much taels of silver it will take to cure the disease?"

"Where can't we have money to treat a doctor in our family?... Cough cough... we must never lend me money to treat a doctor!"

Qin Jin's eyes turned red, and two tears flowed from her eyes, and she just stood there without saying a word.

Qin Zheng smiled and said, "Dad! Don't worry, I have money now!"

Qin Heng said angrily: "Where did you get the money? Did Brother Zhao really send you a lot of money?"

Qin Zheng took out a bag from his arms.

I sprinkled the bag onto the bed where Qin Heng was at home, and only a piece of copper coins were heard ringing, and the three hangings of copper coins strung with hemp rope fell onto the bed.

Qin Jin opened his mouth wide and looked at the copper coins on the table in surprise.

"What the hell! There are so many copper coins, why do you have so many copper coins in your arms? I feel so nervous when I see it."

"My son, Brother Zhao really gave you three hanging money?"

In the Ming Dynasty, one tael of silver is equal to one thousand cents, which is exactly one hanging, also known as Yiguan. Qin Zheng took out nearly three hangings of money in his hand, and Qin Jinshi knew that this could only be Qin Zhaofa.

Qin Zheng smiled and said, "Dad is still young and he will live a good life in the future. How can he not cure his illness? Brother Zhao said that as long as we are not stupid or stupid, we will be the first batch of military servants in the future. Brother Zhao said that he will become an official in the future. We are all military officers in the future, and I don't know how much money we will earn in a month."

"What are these three hangs of money? Mom, I have a short holiday and can only go home for one day. You take the money to the town and find the doctor of money, and no matter how you cure your father's illness."

Qin Zheng's father looked at the three hanging money on the bed and couldn't speak for a long time.
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