"Did his father die after using my prescription?!"

At that moment, Zhao Hao wanted to run away.

He had skinny arms and legs and was only fourteen or fifteen years old, far from being old enough to do something brave and righteous.

But then he thought that Zhao Shouzheng was also powerless, and if he got into trouble because of him, it would be a real bummer...

Besides, the father and son have been through a lot together these days, and Zhao Hao really couldn't leave Zhao Shouzheng alone and run away.

He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he shouted to the sturdy man who turned his head when he heard the sound of the soup basin breaking, with a trembling voice:

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and the recipe is given to you by me. Please don't harm my father's life."

When the sturdy man saw Zhao Hao, he glared at him and turned towards him with a knife in hand.

Zhao Hao felt relieved when he saw a neighbor peeking in. He forced himself to remain calm and reprimanded him. "The world is peaceful and prosperous. Aren't you afraid of the law?"

The sturdy man frowned upon hearing this and looked down at the knife in his hand. Zhao Hao saw a grim smile on the corner of his mouth...

Zhao Hao immediately lost his strength and retreated, crying:

"Besides, we agreed at the time that if you couldn't cure me, you wouldn't come to me..."

Just when Zhao Hao was about to piss himself with fear, he saw the sturdy man throw the knife in his hand to the ground, then kneel down on his knees and kowtow to him.

"Uh..." Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment.

Then the sturdy man said in a loud voice: "My Lord, I kowtow to you."

"This..." Zhao Hao was completely confused.

The neighbors who were watching the excitement from a distance were also stunned by this scene and started whispering to each other.

"Hey, you're not going to kill anyone?"

"Why is this evil spirit bowing to a child?"

"Didn't you hear Gao Wu call him benefactor?"

At this time, Zhao Shouzheng heard the noise and came out of the yard. Seeing this scene, he immediately sighed and said, "What a pity! The duck blood vermicelli soup has been ruined and it is too late to undo it..."

Isn't that the point? Zhao Hao almost went berserk. He looked at Zhao Shouzheng, then at the sturdy man who claimed to be a high martial artist, and asked unhappily:

"what is going on?!"

Gao Wu was a little slow in speaking, and just as he was about to open his mouth, Zhao Shouzheng spoke first.

"As soon as you left, Gao Zhuangshi came in. As soon as he came in, he kowtowed to me and said that you saved his father from the gates of hell..."

"Ah? Rescued?" Zhao Hao was speechless for a moment, looked at the shiny kitchen knife on the ground, smiled bitterly and asked: "Then what are you doing with the knife?"

"I..." Gao Wu then realized that his benefactor had misunderstood him. He felt so ashamed that he became more and more speechless.

"He also brought five pounds of meat as a thank you gift. When he saw that we didn't have a knife to clean up the mess, he went home to get one..." Zhao Shouzheng explained for Gao Wu.

Gao Wu just looked at Zhao Hao, and after a while he said with shame: "Gao Wu deserves death. He has the problem of speaking slowly since he was a child. I frightened my benefactor."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhao Hao finally calmed down and felt his back was wet. He thought to himself that not only do you speak a little slowly, but your smile is also extremely scary.

Zhao Shouzheng also patted Gao Wu's shoulder and said softly, "Gao Zhuangshi, get up quickly and go into the house to clean up the meat."

~~

After returning to his yard, Zhao Hao sat down on a broken stool beside the well.

He was so frightened just now that he still felt weak in his calves.

Gao Wu went into the kitchen and came out shortly afterwards, carrying the sliced ​​meat on a hemp rope.

"He works very efficiently." Zhao Hao muttered to himself, and then asked, "Is your father's illness really cured?"

Gao Wu grinned, first hung the pork in the well to stabilize it, and then replied: "In reply to your words, I followed your instructions and found the stinky Artemisia annua by the river."

"Don't call me benefactor." Zhao Hao waved his hand, stood up and prepared to get a bucket of water to wash the sweat off his face.

Although Gao Wu spoke slowly, he moved very quickly. Seeing this, he quickly snatched the bucket from Zhao Hao's hand and effortlessly drew a bucket of water in just a few strokes.

While Zhao Hao was washing his face, he listened to Gao Wu slowly saying:

"I followed your prescription and soaked the Artemisia annua in wine and squeezed out the juice. My father drank it in the first half of the night, and his fever and shivers disappeared in the second half. He was able to speak normally in the morning and drank a big bowl of porridge. He asked me to come and thank you on his behalf!"

Zhao Hao took the towel Gao Wu offered him, wiped his face clean, and said with a casual smile: "It's just a trivial matter, why bother about it?"

But I couldn't help but feel a little regretful in my heart, because of the misunderstanding just now, no matter how I pretend now, it seems a little unnatural...

Fortunately, Gao Wu was full of gratitude to him and didn't care at all about Zhao Hao's timid look just now.

"It's a small matter for you, but it's a big matter for me! As the saying goes, 'The grace of saving one's father is as great as a mountain'. I will never forget your great kindness!"

Zhao Shouzheng, who was eating steamed buns nearby, asked curiously, "Mr. Gao, you sound quite particular, don't you sound like a serious blacksmith?"

Zhao Hao couldn't help but roll his eyes and took the bun that Zhao Shouzheng threw to him. How could someone talk like that? Could he be a dishonest blacksmith?

When Gao Wu was about to reply, he was in a dilemma. He originally called Zhao Hao "benefactor" and Zhao Shouzheng "old benefactor", but now he changed his name to call Zhao Hao "young master", but he couldn't call Zhao Shouzheng "old master".

He had no choice but to remain silent and go into the kitchen first, helping to quickly fix the stove. Then he thought of the name and came out to answer:

"My father is the blacksmith. I used to be a captain in the Qi family army. The commander ordered us to learn to read and write. I can recognize half of the big characters."

"Oh? Qi's army?" Zhao Hao's eyes lit up when he heard that.

Qi's army was not only famous 400 years later, but also powerful at that time. It is no exaggeration to say that Qi Jiguang and his army were responsible for most of the victory of Ming Dynasty's anti-Japanese war!

Then Zhao Shouzheng asked curiously, "Didn't I hear that Marshal Qi was promoted to deputy commander of the Shenji Camp, and that the Qi family army also went north to Jizhou at the beginning of the month? Why didn't you go with them?"

"I was originally planning to follow you north, but when I passed by Nanjing, I saw that my father was old and lonely..." Gao Wu did not delay this time, and it was obvious that he had just prepared a speech in his mind.

"I begged the general to let me go home and serve my father. Now I am an ordinary citizen."

"So that's how it is. He is indeed a filial son!" Zhao Shouzheng said, looking at Zhao Hao meaningfully.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zhao Hao had a steamed bun stuffed in his mouth and his words were unclear.

"When three people walk together, there must be one who can be my teacher. You should learn from Gao Zhuangshi." Zhao Shouzheng taught seriously.

~~

Gao Wu was worried about his old father, so he said a few words to Zhao Hao and his son, then hurried home.

When he entered the room, he saw that his father was able to sit up and looked better than before he left.

"What took so long to deliver a kitchen knife?" asked Gao the blacksmith curiously.

Gao Wu cleaned up the messy room and replied, "Judging from the words and deeds of the father and son, they must be rich young men who have never worked hard and have no time to work. They must have suffered a disaster and ended up in a place like ours."

"I see." Gao the blacksmith was naturally used to his son's way of speaking. He nodded and said, "Then you should go and help more. You have endless strength."

"I understand. I'll go after I finish my work this afternoon." Gao Wu said without hesitation.

ps. The second chapter is here. Thanks to Liu Feng for the reward. I will add another chapter in the evening. Please vote for recommendation~~~~~~