Chapter 2 Song Yuzhu
Song Yuzhu paused, hid sideways beside the rockery behind the flower wall, and looked out through the hollow brick cracks. Song Quan didn't know what the young master was going to do, so he had no choice but to hide as well.
In the main courtyard, Song Yumin was making a scene. The boy ran out like crazy but was stopped by a group of servants.
Old Mrs. Song cried, "Good boy, let's not go. Let's stay here."
"I want to go find my father!" Song Yumin is a stubborn person. Although he is young, he is very energetic. Three or four servants can't stop him.
"Master Min, please go back quickly. The master has gone far away."
Song Yumin was crying with snot and tears all over his face. He waved his hand and hit the servant in the face: "Get out of here, don't stop me!" This punch made Baoning's nose bleed.
Seeing that they couldn't stop him anymore, Yang finally stepped in and shouted coldly, "Song Yumin, get back here!"
"Mom...I want to go home."
Song Bai comforted his nephew: "This will be your home from now on, you can live here just like this."
Song Yumin said stubbornly: "That's not the case! I want to go back to the capital!"
Seeing that he would not listen to her advice, Yang was furious. She stepped on her embroidered shoes and walked to Song Yumin in two steps. She raised her hand and slapped him hard. She used all her strength to hit Song Yumin so hard that he fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time.
"Oh, what is this! Xianglan, why did you hit him?" Old Mrs. Song grimaced in pain.
Song Yumin covered his face and looked at his mother who loved him so much. He couldn't believe that she would hit him.
Yang Xianglan's stiff expression gradually broke, and her red eyes were filled with tears: "Yumin, stop making trouble. Your father will be gone in the future. How can your mother count on you?"
The boy stopped crying, sobbed and got up from the ground, walked to Yang, held her hand and said, "Mom, don't cry, I will listen to you."
"Hiss..." Song Yuzhu, who was hiding behind the rockery, took a breath of cold air. What did the aunt mean? Didn't the uncle just come back? Why did he suddenly say that he would not be here anymore?
When the servants and maids saw that Song Yumin had stopped making a fuss, they quickly helped him up and took him to the back to wash up. Yang Xianglan bent down and apologized to Old Lady Song.
Old Mrs. Song knew that she was feeling miserable and couldn't bear to blame her, so she waved her hand and ordered the maid beside her to take her to rest.
After settling the mother and daughter, Old Mrs. Song let out a long sigh of relief, then her eyes went dark and she passed out.
"Mom!" Everyone was frightened again and hurriedly sent the old lady back to the backyard. After everyone left, Song Yuzhu came out from behind the rockery and returned to her own yard, looking thoughtful.
Song Quan followed behind him and muttered to himself, this young master Min is about the same age as his own young master, why does it seem that there is such a big difference between them?
How could it not be? Although Song Yuzhu looked only fifteen years old, he was actually an adult. Simply put, he traveled through time and space, and came to the Song family with a memory tire.
In his previous life, Song Yuzhu was the director of thoracic surgery at the municipal hospital. During a series of operations, he suddenly died of overwork on the operating table. When he opened his eyes again, he had turned into a hungry baby.
When he first came here, he was a little uncomfortable, but after a while, he gradually got used to the life in ancient times. He was originally a steady person, and he would not pretend to be a child prodigy. He learned to eat, talk, and walk step by step. Apart from his mature personality, he was no different from other children, so he never aroused suspicion from others.
The two returned to the courtyard. It was already dawn outside. Song Quan asked the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Song Yuzhu asked the cook to add some deer antlers, dried ginger, jujube and licorice to the porridge. After a night of turmoil, my parents must have had a headache. I put some tranquilizing medicine and food in it and sent it to the two of them later.
Song Yuzhu walked into the room and walked to the desk, tapping the table with her index finger and going over what had just happened in her head.
What kind of thing could make my aunt say such a thing? And it seems that my grandmother and the others already know about it. My uncle's official position is not low. In modern times, he is almost the Minister of Health. He came back in such a hurry to entrust the orphan to me. Could it be that...something happened to the emperor?
Song Yuzhu made a random guess, but unexpectedly he got it right.
"Master, the porridge is ready. Do you want to eat it now or wait a while?" Song Quan interrupted his thoughts.
"Bring the porridge with you. I'll go eat it in my mother's yard."
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The Song Residence is located in Dongjie Hutong. It is a large courtyard with four entrances. It was the private residence of the Grand Marshal of Zhongzhou in the previous dynasty. Later, it was bought by the Song family and renovated again. An artificial lake was dug on the west side. The whole courtyard is spacious and elegant, and it is not crowded even if four generations live there.
Song Yuzhu walked in front, and Song Quan followed behind him carrying the porridge. After passing through several narrow doors, they arrived at the yard where Song Bai lived.
Jiang Rong had just returned from the old lady's house. She was so tired after a night of work that her waist and legs ached. She had just sat down to rest for a while when she heard footsteps outside. She looked up and saw her son walking in steadily.
"Why do you get up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Jiang Rong waved at her son with a smile.
Song Yuzhu walked over to her and sat down and said, "I couldn't sleep because I heard the noise, so I got up."
Jiang Rong thought of what happened in the front yard just now and said, "I guess I disturbed you. If you are sleepy, just sleep here for a while."
"I'm not sleepy. I asked the kitchen to cook some calming porridge. Mother will drink it later and go to sleep quickly." The maid in the room took the food box from Song Quan and spread it on the table. Jiang also asked someone to bring some refreshing side dishes. The mother and daughter sat opposite each other at the low table and started drinking.
"Mom, I heard my aunt say that cousin Yumin will no longer have a father. What's going on? Did something happen to my uncle?"
Jiang Rong's face changed, and she waved her hand to let the servant and maid go out, saying, "I have told you this, so don't go out and tell others about it."
Song Yuzhu looked at his mother helplessly. Does he look like the kind of person who gossips?
Jiang Rong knew that her son was mature and had never treated him as a child. She told Song Yuzhu everything that had happened in the morning.
“Who could have thought that something like this would happen? I feel so sorry for your cousin Yumin, who lost his father at such a young age.” Jiang Rong was a simple and honest person, and she couldn’t help but shed tears again.
Song Yuzhu quickly tried to divert her attention: "How is grandma?"
"Your father took her pulse and it's nothing serious. She's just old and too excited. She took some medicine and fell asleep. But your aunt doesn't look well... Your father wanted to take her pulse but was refused. I think she's very upset and won't recover soon."
After breakfast, Jiang Rong felt a little sleepy. She hadn't slept all night and drank the calming porridge her son brought her. Now she couldn't help but feel her eyelids drooping.
Song Yuzhu stood up and said, "Mom, you should take a rest. I'll go to Dad's study to take a look."
"Hey, go ahead."
Jiang Rong looked at her son's back and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: It must have been a blessing in her previous life that she gave birth to such a sensible son.
This child was different from other children since he was young. While other children were crying and making noises in their open-crotch pants, her son could eat quietly by himself.
When other children were playing around at the age of five or six, Yuzhu had already started learning to read and read medical books with his father. Over the years, he had read almost all the medical books at home. At the age of ten, he followed his father to see patients. At a young age, he was well-known in the county and is now known as a little miracle doctor.
In fact, she didn't know that Song Yuzhu was in his thirties when he died in his previous life, a little older than his father Song Bai. How could he have the nerve to urinate and play with mud like a child? Do you still want to save your old face?
As for practicing medicine at the age of ten, it was also a last resort. Ever since his tenth birthday, a book appeared out of thin air in his mind. The book was empty with only one line of words: "Cure 100 patients (0/100)" and there was a reward column (?) next to it. The content inside is to be determined.
Although Song Yuzhu was puzzled, she never mentioned it to anyone. She tried to help in the clinic over the years, but the book seemed to have its own criteria. Ordinary injuries and colds did not count. Only those who were seriously injured and seriously ill were counted. Therefore, she only saved more than 80 people in the past five years.
Song Yuzhu walked to the door of Song Bai's study and knocked, and Song Qiao was there too.
Song Bai said: "Yuzhu, you came at the right time. You should also listen to this matter. After all, the affairs of the Song family will be handed over to your generation in the future."
The Song family was originally just a small clinic. After the eldest uncle Song Lin came to Beijing to serve as an official, the business gradually expanded. Now it is divided into the Song Family Clinic and the Song Family Pharmacy. The clinic is managed by Song Bai, while the business of the pharmacy is managed by the second uncle Song Qiao.
Song Yuzhu stood obediently beside Song Bai and listened to their story. She didn't say much and only said a word or two when the two of them were silent.
The boy's voice was clear and crisp, and his words had their own opinions, which made people feel relaxed and happy, so Song Qiao couldn't help but look at his nephew twice. In the past, he only thought that this boy was born with a good appearance, but he didn't expect that he would be so successful now. Thinking of his two useless sons, they were obviously much older than Song Yuzhu, but their impetuous temperaments were not even one tenth of his.
"Right now, my father and second uncle are only worried about the poor business of the clinic and the pharmacy. I am more worried about who the new emperor will choose to succeed the throne if His Majesty really passes away."
Song Qiao was a shrewd man and immediately understood the meaning. This was indeed a big problem!
The emperor had been extravagant over the years, and many princes were born in the harem. Except for those who died young or were underage, there were more than ten princes who had reached adulthood, but the crown prince had not yet been appointed.
The emperor was a kind and good father, and he generously gave his adult sons fiefs. Now that he has suddenly passed away, which of these princes would not want to sit on the throne? By then, it would be even more exciting than the battle for the throne among the nine dragons.
Song Bai said: "No matter who becomes the emperor, as long as our family does not get involved and runs the clinic and pharmacy well, it should not matter."
Song Qiao shook his head: "I'm afraid that by then the tree will be still but the wind will not stop. Let's make plans in advance."
Song Yuzhu praised his second uncle in her heart. There must be someone in a big family who is prepared for danger in times of peace, otherwise the century-old foundation will disappear in an instant. After all, a small Song family is nothing compared to the huge dynasty.
After chatting for a while, Song Qiao came out of his brother's study and returned to his own yard.
When she entered the room, Qin was resting on a low couch. Her maid Chunhong was gently rubbing her head. When she saw Song Qiao coming back, she quickly stood up and said goodbye.
"How did your discussion with the third brother go?" Qin asked as she sat up.
Song Qiao poured himself a cup of tea and said, "What else can I do? The pharmacy business will definitely be difficult after my eldest brother is gone."
Qin immediately sat up and said, "What should we do? The batch of Korean ginseng we ordered hasn't arrived yet!"
Song Qiao asked: "Where is Yufeng?"
"He said there was a poetry gathering early in the morning, and went out with his classmates." Song Yufeng is Song Qiao's second son, and he is seventeen years old this year. He doesn't like medicine and only likes reading. He has studied in school for several years but has not made much progress. Now he has not even passed the examination to become a student.
The eldest son, Song Yutang, likes to do business, and travels all over the country to buy goods and sell medicine, but he is not interested in practicing medicine. Now he is 20 years old and can't even read a pulse. Compared with his nephew's excellent medical skills at a young age, he feels that his two sons are not up to standard.
Song Qiao slammed the cup heavily on the table: "Tomorrow he is not allowed to go out and have fun with those bad friends!"
Qin was startled: "What happened out of the blue?"
(End of this chapter)
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