302 Sudden
Three months passed in a flash.
This time, the Mongols really surrendered and were ready to sign a 20-year armistice agreement with the general and people from the court.
The specific terms of the agreement still require both parties to sit down and discuss in detail.
Sun Sicheng and his men didn't care about the details. That was the court's business. As long as there was no war, that was fine.
These doctors hurried to pack up their things as they could return home in three days.
"Sicheng, Director Guan said he wants to see you about something." Sun Hongyu came over with a sullen face.
He also went home with us this time.
Sun Sicheng saw that his uncle's face was not very good, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, do you know what happened?"
"I don't know, but Director Guan sighed after receiving the letter. It may not be a good thing. I will go with you."
Ping An put down what he was holding and said, "Master, I'll go with you."
The war is drawing to a close. I heard that all the generals will return to Beijing to report on their work after their battles. Why would they keep only the master here?
"Uncle, it should be alright, come with me safely."
"Okay, if you are asked to stay for a while, don't agree, Sicheng. After all, you don't belong to the military camp. There is no need to accommodate them. Everyone has seen how many people you have rescued for the military camp this year."
Sun Sicheng smiled and said that was indeed the case, but it depended on what the matter was. If some things were the will of the court, then he had to obey.
really.
Director Guan's words were straightforward: "Sicheng, you can't leave the day after tomorrow, but you can't stay. The higher-ups want you to go to Yingtian Prefecture to treat the old imperial teacher. The imperial physician has been there, but he couldn't cure it."
Sun Sicheng frowned and said, "If the imperial physician can't cure it, I can do it."
Guan Ping smiled bitterly: "The people from the court have already arrived in Youzhou. They brought a message. They wanted you to go to Youzhou, but there were many things to do, so the general sent someone back to deliver the message. See."
When Sun Sicheng received the letter, he found that the general's meaning in the letter was similar to Director Guan's, which was to ask him to take his men to Yingtian Prefecture as soon as possible and let the soldiers go with them.
The old imperial tutor, Lord Wang, suffered a stroke last month. The Imperial Medical Bureau has sent two imperial physicians, but the effect was not obvious. Someone recommended Sun Sicheng to the emperor, so the official who came to the border town to sign the agreement brought a message.
"Okay, I'll leave early tomorrow morning."
No matter what, verbal messages are always better than imperial decrees. Just do your best in this matter. There is no need to do anything in a certain way.
"Sicheng, thanks to you and Ping An for this year, we are so grateful. After we go to Yingtian, if the old man gets better, you can go home directly from Yingtian. Do you want me to send someone to follow you?"
Sun Sicheng shook his head: "No need, all my people will follow me."
This way to Yingtian is a completely different route. It will take several months to go back and forth and return to Yong'an.
He had originally wanted to stop by Tianguang Temple to see the old abbot, but now that was no longer possible.
After returning to the courtyard, Sun Sicheng gathered everyone together and said that the general asked him to go to Yingtian to treat someone, but he did not say who it was, and that he had to leave early the next morning.
People like Erqiang don’t care. It’s just a matter of going back two or three months later. They can still visit Yingtian. Yingtian is a good place.
Sun Sicheng said: "It is May now, and conservatively speaking, we should be back in Yong'an in September. By then, we can give you one to two months of home visit leave. Those who don't need to go home to visit their families can save the leave for later use, or make up for the bimonthly salary.
Wang Quan, Xie Xuewen, you can go back with the brigade doctor as usual, which is the day after tomorrow. It has been a year since you were released, so go home and reunite with your family."
Xie Xuewen bowed deeply and said, "Xuewen is reluctant to leave you, my dear son, and everyone else, but I really miss my parents, my wife, and my children, so I cannot accompany you to Yingtian."
He had received too many benefits from the eldest son during this year, and had been living in this small courtyard with everyone else. However, when he came out, his father had just recovered from the epidemic, and his parents were already old, so he had no choice but to go back.
"It's okay. You can go back with them the day after tomorrow morning. We will have many opportunities to meet each other in the future. There's no need to be sad."
Wang Quan knelt down and said, "My Lord, I have made up my mind. I will go with you and do chores and cook for you. When I return from Yingtian, I will ask for leave to go home."
Ask for leave to go home?
Do you want to follow the eldest master from now on?
Wang Quan knelt down and did not stand up: "Master, Wang Quan wants to follow Master Ping An for the rest of his life. We can sign a 20-year long contract. I have a younger brother at home, so my parents will agree."
Sun Sicheng also liked this young man very much. He was diligent and simple, but not dull. He was a good cook and had also learned some kung fu and medical knowledge this year.
"Have you thought it through? If you want to follow Ping An for a long time in the future, not only do you want to, but your parents also have to agree. How about this, you can follow us to Yingtian, just as a chance to see the world. After you come back, go home and discuss it with your parents before signing a contract with Ping An."
Wang Quan kowtowed again: "Yes, thank you, Master, thank you, Master Ping An."
He had mentioned this matter to Young Master Ping'an, and Young Master Ping'an asked him to think it over carefully.
In fact, he had already thought about it. He didn't like the relocation of tombs. He liked being with Xiaowu, Erqiang and the others. He learned a lot in this year.
Sun Hongyu said, "Sicheng, I'll go with you guys. This time we'll just go out for fun. It'll only be for a few months."
"Okay, let's go together." Sun Sicheng looked at Wenzhu, "Wenzhu, why don't you go home with Xuewen and come back to see me next year when you have some free time."
"Young Master, Wenzhu should stay with you." After being away for a year, he missed home, his parents, brothers, and grandparents.
"Listen to me, Wenzhu. This time you will go with Xuewen and the others. Your family is in Yunzhou. We will not go there when we return from Yingtian. When you return home, learn medicine from your grandfather. If you still want to follow us after the new year, ask your father to find someone to bring you here."
Wenzhu didn't say anything else. His father came once last year to deliver some things, but this was a camp, so he left soon.
He really missed home and his grandparents.
In addition to Wenzhu and Jie Xuewen, there are twenty-five other people. Xiaochen brothers will definitely follow them. For them, their hometown has nothing but a broken house, so they can be said to be homeless.
"Young Master, let Wang Quan take people to steam more buns today. We still have plenty of flour." He Jin said.
Wang Quan's mother was a good cook and was occasionally invited to host banquets. Wang Quan was taught by her for a long time, but later his mother was disgusted by his poor cooking skills and followed his father and uncle to relocate the grave.
Wang Quan stepped forward and said, "My Lord, it's May now and the weather is starting to get hot. Just bring enough steamed buns for one day. It will be convenient for you to cook on the way."
Sun Sicheng had no objection: "You guys can handle this. You should hurry up and pack your things. It's already afternoon. Wanli, He Jin, come in with me."
He felt a little uncomfortable at first, but now he has figured it out. It's just a change of route, and he wants to take a look at the industries in Yingtian and Luyang. Ping'an has not been to those places yet, so he just takes it as a visit.
Treating stroke was his specialty. If he really couldn't cure it, he had the imperial physician's certificate, and the emperor hadn't issued a death order.
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