Transmigrating to the 60s, I Started Supporting My Family at 16

Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.

However, Zhang Sh...

Chapter 166: All taught by the old master

"It's good that he's awake! It's good that he's awake! Boss, take a few people and quickly carry your brother back home to lie down. The rest of you, follow me up the mountain to cut down trees."

His son woke up and he would be fine after taking care of himself, so Cao Deyou felt relieved.

"Uncle Cao, don't go up the mountain today. I won't feel like working even if I go up there. Let's take a day off and talk about it tomorrow!"

Zhang Xiangnan quickly spoke.

The man's son had just escaped death, yet he immediately asked them to continue cutting down trees. Even Huang Shiren didn't dare to be so cruel.

"My second son is fine now! Time is short and the task is heavy.

After the tree is felled, the bark must be peeled and dried, and insects must be removed before the beams are put up.

If we don't hurry up now, it might delay your use."

Cao Deyou ignored the obstruction and took his younger generations up the mountain again.

When they took on this task, the Cao family made a public pledge that they would not delay the use of beams and purlins for Zhang Shuguang's family.

"Alright! It's alright! Let's all get back to work."

"You all heard what Xiaoguang said just now. Until Cao Liang recovers, Xiaoguang will be responsible to the end.

Such a good boss, such a kind landlord, is hard to find even with a lantern. Everyone should work harder and do a good job. We must not let them down."

Zhang Xiangyang took the opportunity to carry out some ideological education work on the people who built the house.

Everyone returned to the construction site and worked even harder. The team leader was right, the owner was kind, and they couldn't let down the pound of fine grain a day and the meal provided at noon.

They are all villagers from the same village and are familiar with each other. It is their normal practice to chat and joke while working.

After chatting and laughing, I felt less tired.

There is only one topic now, and that is Zhang Shuguang's miraculous medical skills.

When Cao Liang was first carried down, they saw what happened.

His face was as pale as paper, and blood foam kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. Although they didn't say it out loud, everyone knew that he was probably dying.

If you bleed externally, even if you break an arm or a leg, you won't lose your life as long as you get timely treatment.

But the bleeding from inside cannot be cured in the county town.

I heard that the big hospitals in the provincial capital can perform surgery by opening the abdomen, but the hospitals in the county don't have the conditions for this.

The man who had been sentenced to death was saved by Zhang Shuguang with just a few needles. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.

"If Xiaoguang had this medical skill a few years ago, my father wouldn't have died."

The person who was speaking was Zhang Xiangrui. In 1955, when his father went into the mountains to hunt, he was hit in the stomach by a wild boar. He kept vomiting blood and died in less than two hours.

"Where did Xiaoguang, a child so young, learn medical skills?"

"Who knows? Xiaoguang has always been a low-key kid, but ever since he got a job, he's been giving us more and more surprises."

"Auspicious people are always blessed by God. Xiaoguang is a blessed child."

"Son, where did you learn your medical skills?"

In the main hall in the front yard, Zhang Xiangnan asked everyone's questions.

"Dad, I studied at Laojun Temple. My master, who guards the business, is a hermit. He has high attainments in both martial arts and medicine."

In the past, no matter what we took home, it was all distributed by the factory.

Nowadays, whether it is martial arts or medical skills, they are all learned from Laojunguan.

"Son, I'm going to the county town tomorrow morning to buy some nice gifts so that I can take you to visit the Taoist priest.

First, I want to thank him for raising me, and second, I want to thank him for teaching me."

It is difficult to express Zhang Xiangnan's gratitude to Laojun Temple in just a few words.

I have been stationed abroad for a long time. Let alone educating my children, I can't even provide the simplest companionship.

I haven't been home for three years. This time when I came back, my eldest son gave me so many surprises.

He found a job with his own abilities and also had his own ways to get various food and supplies.

In this famine year when supplies were extremely scarce, even he, the battalion commander, couldn't guarantee that his eldest son could get these things.

There's no need to talk about force. I tried it the day before yesterday. My eldest son knocked me down eight times in ten minutes.

Today, his eldest son gave him another surprise. He had never heard of his son's miraculous medical skills before.

Could it be that the old immortal in Laojun Temple is really a god?

After being a materialist fighter for many years, Zhang Xiangnan's heart began to waver for the first time.

"Dad, you'd better not go. The old master is a true master who likes quietness and doesn't like to be disturbed. You'd better not make things worse.

He taught me these skills because he saw that I had a connection with him. Please don't use these vulgar rituals and defile the Taoist sect with these yellow and white things."

Zhang Shuguang sternly refused.

His father went to Laojun Temple, and within three words, he would definitely reveal his true identity, and then he would not be able to explain himself.

"Xiao Guang is right. People who practice Taoism value fate. Don't do bad things with good intentions.

Shouye and our Xiaoguang have learned a lot of skills in Laojun Temple. You should not make the Taoist priest unhappy.

The old couple believed in cause and effect and were extremely supportive of Zhang Shuguang's words.

"Well then, from now on, you and Shouye must show more respect to the old master."

Since his whole family did not support him, Zhang Xiangnan had to give up. He felt quite regretful that he could not thank the old master in person.

In the afternoon, Zhang Shuguang was going to Cao's house to deliver food, and the old couple wanted to go with him.

"Grandpa and grandma, Cao Liang is fine. I'll go and take him off. You two don't have to go."

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