300 Zhang Jinping is leaving

In early November, Zhang Jinping was leaving.

Ping An wrote a letter asking him to help bring some gifts, including some for his father, some for his husband, and some for his parents. He also brought New Year gifts, which were leather that Uncle He had bought for him at the market in advance. They were not expensive and the gifts were pretty good.

He had asked Uncle He to make a leather cloak and leather boots for each of the people who followed him. These were more than half the price of those sold at Yong'an.

In the end, more than 20 people only spent 200 taels of silver, including small items such as scarves and gloves.

He spent two hundred dollars, and the next day the master gave him a small stack of silver bills, telling him to spend as much as he wanted and he had no choice but to accept it.

In fact, he was already a small wealthy man, as he had received a huge stack of silver bills worth a hundred taels from the leader.

Sun Sicheng also asked Jinping to bring some things, of course, these too: letters and leather.

After seeing Zhang Jinping and the others off, Ping An and his master had no time to miss home and became even busier.

The Jue tribe had already begun to retreat and dared not continue to participate in the war. The nation was so small that they were attacked at night, with countless casualties. Even if they followed the Mongols to win, everything would be in vain without them.

The Jue tribe wanted to retreat, so the Beihu naturally didn't want to fight anymore. The Great Zhou was still powerful, so there was no need for them to fight hard. They were not at the end of their rope yet, so it was better for them to recuperate.

The general saw that the Mongols wanted to launch a fierce attack while the two small tribes had not yet retreated, so he naturally did not tolerate them and gathered a large army to launch several counterattacks.

As a result of the counterattack, the Mongols were defeated and retreated twenty miles. The Jue and Northern Hu withdrew their troops overnight. On the other hand, after two months of fierce fighting, many soldiers of the Great Zhou suffered casualties.

All the doctors were so busy that they had to temporarily recruit some doctors from Qingzhou and Yunzhou to supplement the staff.

The new doctor could only treat minor injuries and help keep watch, but this also reduced a lot of burden on people like Sun Sicheng, Ping An, and Sun Hongyu.

July is here and it is already after the Chinese New Year.

Ping'an finished the last stitch and sat down on a small stool beside him. Qingshi went over to apply medicine and bandage the wound.

Sun Sicheng also sutured another wound, and Wen Zhu took over the subsequent work.

"Why, are you tired?"

"Master, I miss home and Master too. It's almost February 2nd. I wonder if Master and Brother Wang are ready for the spring exam?"

Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "Your teacher is a very careful person. He will definitely be well prepared. It's a pity that we are not in the capital now, otherwise we can go and send him to the examination room."

He automatically ignored the fact that Ping An missed home, fearing that the more he talked about it, the more he would miss home.

In the twelfth month of last year, they received a letter from Sun Yat-sen, saying that he had ranked 29th in the provincial examination, which was very good. Unfortunately, Zhou Heng failed and had to try again three years later.

He also said that Wang Qing came to the capital to look for Ping An, and was very worried when he heard that Ping An had gone to the northern border. He also passed the imperial examination and would go to the capital with him to take the exam.

In the letter, Sun Yat-sen praised Wang Qing a lot, filling up a whole small page, and called him a rare genius.

Wang Qing was the young man who treated his foot injury on their way to the south of the Yangtze River. Sun Sicheng remembered this incident very clearly. It was the first time that Ping An showed his talent and cut meat and took broken bones.

And because Wang Qing was so handsome, Xiao Ping'an liked him very much. On the way back, he specifically asked to go see him, saying that he was worried about his injury.

That year, Wang Qing seemed to be sixteen years old and little Ping'an was only eight years old. Now five years have passed, and I didn't expect that Wang Qing still had the heart to go to Yong'an Prefecture to find Ping'an. It can be said that it was fate.

"Master, the tide of the war turned last year. Why hasn't it ended yet? It will be a year in four months."

I don’t know whether the general reported it secretly or not. The incident seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

It's true that he wants to keep a low profile, but deep down he still hopes that the court will reward him and his master. Can it be rewarded in the name of saving lives and healing the wounded?

Sun Sicheng saw that the wounded had been bandaged, and pulled Ping An up: "Let's go back and rest. The master will take you to the market tomorrow. Prepare some good leather. You won't find such cheap goods in Yong'an."

Ping An was interested: "Really? You really want to go to the market with me? Master, last time you said you would buy me more dried meat and the best dried milk, but I won't pay a penny."

Sun Sicheng laughed out loud: "Okay, as long as you can move it, I will buy it for you without you having to pay a penny."

At the end of last year, many of those who had escaped came back one after another because they saw that the direction of the war had changed. It was windy and rainy outside and life was really hard.

The foreign tribes had been driven far away by the general, the rain had fallen, and the land could be planted, so why should they flee?

There were more and more people at the market, but it was still not very lively.

After the first aid was over, as soon as Sun Sicheng and his team came out, the two doctors at the door came in. They were responsible for the post-operative care. As soon as the anesthetic wore off and the injured person felt a little better, they would immediately carry him to the ward for collective care.

Wanli came up to him with a smile: "Master Ping'an, General Huang Fei sent someone to bring you something."

Ping An's eyes lit up: "Uncle Ming, what did you bring?"

Ming Wanli smiled and said, "It looks long, maybe it's a knife, I didn't open it to see."

During the Chinese New Year last year, Huang Fei gave Ping An a nice knife. If it is the same this time, it would be his second one.

Huang Fei recovered well after the operation and left the military medical office in the middle of the twelfth lunar month. He did not go home to recuperate, but returned to the general.

It has been more than three months since the operation. I can live a normal life now. But it will probably take another half a year to be back to normal as the injury was so severe.

However, Huang Fei and the general were already very satisfied. Half a year or a year was nothing for a general who was only in his twenties.

All men love weapons, and Ping An likes them too. He carefully collected all the weapons given by the Hao family, the general, and Huang Fei.

Erqiang and the others didn't need him to send them any. At first, Sun Sicheng bought some for each of them. A few years ago, Guan Ping gave each of them a set, all of which were obtained on the battlefield.

In the first month of the lunar year, there were not enough people to transport the wounded to the front line, so Ping An took them to help for a few days and even participated in a battle. Everyone also got some swords and arrows.

After returning to the courtyard, Ping An received a gift. It was indeed another knife, half the size of a normal knife, very delicate and sharp. Even the knife sheath was very beautiful, very suitable for Ping An to carry when traveling.

It is impolite not to reciprocate. Huang Fei was mainly grateful to him because his master told others that his tendons and blood vessels were safely connected.

He couldn't keep accepting Huang Fei's gifts because of this. A thank you gift once would be enough, but he really liked the knife, so he took the pills made by him and Xiaoshan.

He Jin often went to Junhu Village to buy firewood, eggs and other things. These people would also go up the mountain to collect herbs. The price was not expensive, on the contrary, it was cheap. Ping An asked him to help collect a lot of herbs, and took Xiaoshan to make many kinds of suitable herbs in his time.

Ping'an packed a lot of pills into bottles and jars, labeled them with the names and uses of the medicines, and put them into a small cloth bag. He asked Uncle Ming to help him find someone to bring them to Huang Fei, as a way of repaying the favor.

Tomorrow he will go to the market with his master and buy as many things as he can, especially leather. He has a mule cart at home, so it will not be a problem to carry some things.

He knew in his heart that the war should be over. The reason why the general led his men to pursue the enemy so relentlessly was just to teach them a lesson. How easy would it be to wipe out the enemy's clan?

These days are the days of spring examinations. I hope that both you and Wang Qing will be on the list. The master said that you don't necessarily have to enter the official career, but just want to prove that you are no worse than others.

In fact, he didn't say it, but he had the same thought.