091 Ping An Rejection
In mid-August, Manager Qin found a good farm.
"My Lord, the manor belongs to Mr. Huang in the prefectural city. His son is taking them to the capital, and he is ready to sell the property here.
This farm was only eighty miles away from the city and could be reached in one day by horse carriage. In the farm there were one hundred acres of fertile farmland, forty acres of dry land, two small hills, many fruit trees, a second courtyard, and thirty-six farmers, seven families, all of which were given to him.
No bargaining, three thousand taels, all the farm tools and oxen can be left behind. The whole village has high walls and a large courtyard. I went to see it and it basically doesn’t need any repairs. Oh, and there’s also a Zhuang River inside, so there’s basically no shortage of water.”
Sun Sicheng nodded and said, "I'm too busy these days, so I won't go to see it. You decide to buy it. If you can return some, that's even better. If the people inside are honest, keep them. Otherwise, sell them.
You help me manage this farm, and you can handle the annual production as you wish, whether it is buying property or hoarding it. I believe you, but I don’t think you will be able to come here in the next two years.”
Shopkeeper Qin's heart warmed, "Don't worry, young master. I will make sure the farm is well managed."
"Okay, if you need someone, find He Jin. It would be best if we could find someone useful for the farm. Manager Qin, please work harder and take 50 taels of money from the farm's income every year. I can't let you worry about it in vain."
"Thank you, my Lord."
Three days later, this Zhuangzi was signed by a man named Zhong Shufa.
He Jin replaced half of the people in the village and added a lot more, totaling forty-eight people, and these people were also under the name of Zhong Shufa.
When Ping An knew all this, he had never been so moved in his past or present life, and his eyes were red.
"Master, no one has ever thought of me this way. Thank you, but Ping An doesn't want these. I will earn money by myself in the future. If I keep asking you for money, I won't be able to sleep well."
Sun Sicheng laughed and said, "You are my disciple, and a disciple is like a half-son. It doesn't matter if I help you buy some things in advance."
Ping An refused to accept it this time. Now that he had shares in the braised food shop and money given by his master, it was enough for him to live a life without worries about food and clothing.
No matter how much more he had, he could only earn it bit by bit by himself. He didn't believe that he couldn't earn a bright future in this strange world.
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Prefect Hou has already reported the matter of the iron mine to the court at full speed. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely get an excellent score in the year-end assessment this year.
Looking at the date, it is already mid-August. I guess the eldest master and his family will be going back in another month.
His parents seemed to be in good health, but he would feel uneasy if he didn't check them.
In addition, in order to thank the eldest son, he also specially prepared a gift for him.
Sun Sicheng had been busy for two days. When he returned home and washed up, he saw an invitation from Magistrate Hou on the table, asking him to visit the day after tomorrow. He knew it was for his parents' health.
After another month, when the weather became comfortable, he was ready to set off. It was time to visit the Hou family.
The last time Shopkeeper Wu's son came for a check-up, he was still a little ill, but he was obviously much better. There was a smile on the boy's face. We have to notify him to bring his son over again to see if the prescription needs to be changed.
Two days later, Sun Sicheng brought Ping'an, followed by Jixiang, Ruyi, Erqiang and Lin Feng, to the Marquis' Mansion.
Prefect Hou was waiting at home early that day. His parents had just been brought back from the village two days ago and had gone to the countryside to escape the summer heat as early as early June.
When the old lady heard that the eldest son of Baicaotang had already arrived here, she kept complaining to her son why he didn't bring the old couple back earlier?
Life is good now, so of course people want to live longer, preferably in their seventies or eighties, nineties are even better, and a hundred is not too many.
Young Master Sun was famous for his medical skills. When they heard that the master and disciple had worked together to revive a dying young boy, the old couple gasped.
He then asked around with the people around him, and found out that it was indeed true. The matter became a hot topic, and the eldest son even passed the recipe to everyone for free.
When the old lady heard this, she hurriedly picked up her things and asked the master and apprentice to come over. What should the child at least give?
You have to make friends with famous doctors, and the same goes for their apprentices. Maybe they will become famous doctors in the future. Wouldn’t your sons and grandchildren rely on them in the future?
How can people not get sick when they eat a variety of grains?
As soon as Sun Sicheng arrived at the Marquis's Mansion, he was immediately taken to the study by the Marquis. Before he could sit down, a servant came to report that the old lady came to invite Young Master Sun over.
Prefect Hou smiled bitterly, "Old and young, old and young, when people get old, they become as willful as children. I just brought them back from the farm the day before yesterday. When I heard that you had come here a long time ago, I scolded me and said that I should have brought them back earlier. In fact, I was just worried that they would be too hot in the city."
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "Everyone says that Lord Hou is a filial son. Indeed, parents devote themselves to their children and grandchildren, so it is their duty to be filial to them. Lord, take me to pay my respects to the old man."
Prefect Hou stood up and said, "Sicheng, let's go to the backyard."
Old Mrs. Hou was plump and rosy-faced, and looked healthy, but Ping An knew that this was not a good thing for the old woman.
The old man, on the contrary, looked a little yellow and a little thin.
The Marquis' wife was standing nearby. When she saw Master Sun Sicheng and his disciples coming over, she hurriedly stepped forward and greeted them with a smile.
"Young Master, this fairy-like child is your apprentice?" The old lady smiled.
"Old Master, Old Madam, I am Sicheng greeting you. This is my disciple Ping An. Ping An, come and pay your respects to Old Master, Old Madam, and Madam." Sun Sicheng bowed slightly.
Ping An couldn't do that. He bowed deeply and said, "Ping An greets the old master and the old lady, and greets the lady."
"Get up, get up, good boy." The old lady quickly signaled the maid to help Ping An up, and the old woman beside her handed him a purse.
"Good boy, this is a gift from the old man and I. Take it."
Ping'an looked at the master and saw the master nodded. He quickly took it with both hands and thanked him again.
The Marquis's wife also asked someone to send a set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, and Ping'an thanked her again.
Ping An knew that ordinary people's disciples would not receive such treatment.
First of all, the master has given Lord Hou a huge benefit this time, and secondly, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the eldest master treats his little disciple like his own son or nephew.
Being nice to yourself like this is also giving face to the eldest master.
Because they were in the backyard, Sun Sicheng quickly offered to take the pulse of the two elderly people.
The first person to be examined was an old lady. No one thought anything was wrong at first, but then Sun Sicheng started asking this and that.
Magistrate Hou and his wife became anxious.
"Sicheng, is my mother still healthy?"
"Lord Hou, the old lady is in good health, but you have to be careful to prevent the hyperactivity from getting worse."
"Hyperyang? Oh, yes, a doctor told me before that my mother has a little bit of hyperyang, but she doesn't need to take medicine, it's not serious."
"Sir, I will give you some precautions later. You must be careful about your three meals a day. This disease can be serious or minor. In addition, this disease may be passed on to children. Although, the old lady's condition is not serious, it is not light either. Early detection and early treatment are necessary."
The whole family became cautious.
When taking the old man's pulse, Sun Sicheng examined him for a while longer.
"Old Master, Sicheng will ask you a few questions, and you just answer yes or no."
The old man nodded, his face a little nervous.
"Do you often feel a little tired, have a poor appetite, and dislike oily and meaty foods?"
The old man nodded.
"Do you often have dry mouth and bitter taste in your mouth?"
The old man nodded again.
"Your eyes are dry, red, swollen, and yellow, and your urine in the morning is yellow, is that right or not?"
The old man was a little panicked. They were all right.
"Do you sometimes feel bloated or even have abdominal pain whether you eat or not? Do you have a lot of turbid gas in your stomach and tend to pass gas easily?"
The old man was silent, and the old lady was anxious, "Master, is there something wrong with my old man?"
"Don't worry, old lady. It's still early. Take some medicine."
Prefect Hou was stunned for a moment. Could it be that the thing he feared most had happened?
"Sicheng, my father"
"Sir, the old man has some liver and gallbladder problems. Fortunately, it was discovered early and is not very serious."
"Liver?" Prefect Hou was afraid. "Will I become very thin later, and my belly will become big, and finally..."
Ping'an then realized that the prefect was a little stupid.
The master clearly said that it was not serious. Besides, even if it was really serious, we couldn’t say it in front of the old man. The old man is afraid of death, and it would scare him.
"It's not that serious." Sun Sicheng noticed that the old man's face had changed, and the old lady was also shocked. "Really, it's not serious, can you believe me? I will prescribe medicine for you all, just take the medicine normally, be safe, write it down."
It was not convenient for Ruyi to enter the backyard, so Ping'an carried many small charcoal pencils and a stack of paper in his backpack.
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