Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 8

It was Li Jing and his son who came.

Late at night, Li Sujie invited Wu Yi to go to the mansion first, and then discuss.

Mrs. Xiao personally served him a bowl of ginger tea: "The autumn wind is blowing into the bones, first eat a bowl of hot tea to warm your body."

Wu Yi thanked him, took the fragrant and misty tea bowl, poured it all into his stomach bag in one breath, and felt a warm current spread along his limbs, ironing his body like cold iron.

I finally understand why the ancients valued the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow so much. A bowl of tea in this autumn night really makes people feel comfortable and warm in the bottom of their hearts.

As the emperor's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Xiao kept her emotions secret, but when she saw Wu Yi's whole body of firewood being pushed down in the autumn wind, she couldn't help softening her heart, and said in a coaxing tone: "Slow down and drink. Not enough and more."

Wu Yi's heart warmed: "Thank you Madam for your concern."

After exchanging pleasantries, Xiao took away Li Jing, who had been drowsy for a long time, and left Li Sujie and Wu Yi to talk by candlelight at night.

"I've already heard about your affairs." Li Sujie briefly glanced at the day's affairs, and smiled at Wu Yi, "You must be in trouble right now, and if you don't give up, you can rest at home A few days."

Although Wu Yi also wanted to settle down, he still felt that it was inappropriate: "Master Wu is always the governor of a state. If he takes me in, he will definitely embarrass your family. It is hard to repay the kindness of the day, and I'm afraid I will give you more if I stay. Trouble."

"You don't have to worry about that." Li Sujie took out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve and spread it flat on the table.

Naturally, Wu Yi had never learned traditional Chinese writing seriously. Fortunately, the people of the Celestial Dynasty had their own traditional and simplified Chinese translation system, otherwise he would have become half-blind and blind.

There are only a few words in the letter, but to greet Ankang, the only thing worthy of attention is the strong and powerful three words on the signature——

Zhang Qiren.

"You must have heard that Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Wu have a good family. Now that Dr. Zhang has been serving the East Palace for many years, Mrs. Wu is in a state of depression." Li Sujie inadvertently clenched her knuckles and tapped on the cold table, "It's a pity that all the descendants of Doctor Zhang died in battle. Even if he is a celebrity master, there will be no successors."

There was a lot of meaning in these words, Wu Yi's heart twitched for a moment, and he could vaguely detect the outer strings of Li Sujie's words.

"Physician Zhang has already set off to Yuanzhou in person. The name is to select students. In fact, he intends to support Wu's children to inherit the mantle." Li Su's program turned around, with some indescribable bitterness, "This is a matter on the bright side. , everyone in Yuanzhou City knows about it. There is another purpose, but it is because of my wife's illness."

Xiao Shi was seriously ill in the past, Wu Yi had already figured out the way, so which one is this singing about?

After thinking about it, Wu Yi realized that Yuanzhou was thousands of miles away from Beijing, so letters were inconvenient. Doctor Zhang had to go away for three months, and if he couldn't get a good letter, he stopped and turned back.

What kind of person is this old master Li who can make the old imperial doctor who waits on the East Palace come to Yuanzhou so long?

As if hearing the question in Wu Yi's heart, Li Sujie smiled self-deprecatingly: "I have met several times, but I haven't exchanged names with you. To be honest, I am Li Sujie, the king of Poyang County."

It's no wonder that Wu Yi never became suspicious. The fact that the majestic Fourth Prince was reduced to such an unknown town was beyond what he, a history scum, could have expected.

Even in the local people's word of mouth, there are more trivial things about the parents of the Wu family, but Li Sujie, who is a member of the royal family, is like a stone falling from a high place and landed in this remote deep pool. There was no more shadow.

The sons and grandsons of the dragon in this small place are not as good as the Wu family who dominates the land, and the bitterness in it can be imagined.

Li Sujie sighed: "Dong Gong is benevolent and still treats me like an elder brother. Mr. Zhang's trip is approaching, and your father will definitely not make things difficult for me at this juncture."

Only then did Wu Yi feel relieved, with the protection of this noble man, at least he would not end up on the streets.

Seeing that his expression was finally relieved, Li Sujie put away the letter paper and called Li Fu.

"Take Mr. Wu to the wing that you packed up in the afternoon and rest. We will discuss the rest tomorrow."

Li Fu responded, and led the way with a smile: "Mr. Wu, please come with this old slave."

Although the wing room prepared by Li's mansion for Wu Yi is simple, it is still clean and tidy, with a soft quilt wrapped around his body, which is many times better than the hard board with red marks on the back in the other courtyard of Wu's mansion.

Li Fucai took two steps and turned back, slapped his head: "This old servant is really old and useless, Madam asked me to ask one more question, this quilt is warm enough, not enough to add another bed."

Wu Yi replied through the door: "Enough! You can go and rest too."

Only then did Li Fu feel relieved and slowly moved away, the light of a candle fluttering in his hand leaked through the window and onto Wu Yi's face, gradually turning from bright to dark.

Xiao Shi deliberately did not mention that he had just recovered from a serious illness, for fear of stirring up his heartache.

Whether he is full or warm enough is the most trivial and simple greeting between relatives and friends, but it is also the first concern he receives in this strange era.

Wu Yi silently wrote down the names of these chance encounters in his heart, and fell into a sweet dream under the warm blanket.

The next day, Wu Yi woke up early, and hurried to register at Zhengfang.

The so-called "Lizheng" is almost equivalent to the director of the modern neighborhood committee, who is in charge of the livelihood of the neighbors in this area.Lizheng on the Wu's side was a distant relative of Jiang's natal family who was begging for food under Wu Ji's hands.

This Jiang Lizheng is a friendly and fat old man: "Wu Yi, I have heard about you from people in the Wu Mansion, but you have no real estate and no land deed, how can you set up your own business?"

Wu Yi originally planned to use the last of his possessions to buy a dilapidated small courtyard and save a little foundation before leaving the Wu Mansion.The incident happened suddenly last night, and now he has become the God of Plague that everyone hides in Yuanzhou City, and no one dares to sell him even a stable.

When he was in trouble, there was a voice as calm as water from behind.

"What's the difficulty? Since he can't stand on his own, he will enter my Li family's household registration."

Wu Yi turned his head and saw Li Sujie coming across the threshold.

Li Sujie took out a document from his pocket, and placed it squarely in front of Jiang Lizheng.

"Keep your eyes open, this letter is written by the king himself."

Li Sujie has endured for many years, and rarely puts on the airs of the county prince, and it is rare for her to speak so harshly.

Tian's family is tolerant, not angry and arrogant, Jiang Lizheng is just a small local official, who has seen so much in the world, he can only smile bitterly, and read the letter in front of him in embarrassment.

What Li Sujie said was the household registration application form of this era, which explained in detail the real estate of the family, the eight generations of ancestors, the current population, and the basic information of the new additions, so that the government can register them in the register.

At the end, there is a paragraph that reads "The ultimatum is the same as before, the new and old mouths of the household, the number of acres, and the four lands. If someone corrects the complaint later, I will hide it and ask for the crime of violating the imperial edict. I sincerely ultimatum", indicating that this article has legal benefit.

At the end of the article, Li Sujie's name was signed in a fluttering manner, and the surname Li of the emperor's family was at the forefront, which was very eye-catching.

Jiang Lizheng naturally didn't dare to pick the fourth prince's fault: "Your Majesty forgives your sins, but the officials only eat this official ration and have to act according to the rules. Wu Yi and you have no relatives or reasons. According to the laws of this dynasty, you are not allowed to enter Your account, this matter is really impossible."

He and the Jiang family had colluded long ago and made a secret plan to detain Wu Yi's household registration. As long as he was still a member of the Wu family, he would kill him or cut him to pieces, so why not listen to Wu Ji's words?

Li Sujie had expected that the mistress of the Wu family was not an easy-going lamp, so she flicked her sleeves and slapped another document she had prepared on the desk.

"This is..." Jiang Lizheng's lowered eyes froze in the air, unable to believe his eyes.

"This is Wu Yi's contract of selling himself. This king has already bought him back from Mr. Wu."

Wu Yi was as shocked as Jiang Lizheng.

How could he be sold overnight?

Li Sujie secretly touched Wu Yi's shoulder with his elbow, signaling him not to panic: "He is now a servant of the Li family, so naturally he should enter the royal account."

As he spoke, he took out a copper coin from his waist and threw it in front of Jiang Lizheng with a bang.

"This penny is the household tax, and this king has paid it for him."

Li Sujie and Wu Yi hadn't left for a moment before Jiang walked in slowly through the back door.

She was hiding outside the window just now, and she had already heard clearly that her master was clearly using Wu Yi as a favor for Li Sujie, and if he intervened arbitrarily, he might offend Zhang Qiren.

For the sake of a bastard who is worthless, it is really not worth taking this risk.

Jiang Li was holding the copper plate in rather embarrassing expression, and looked at Jiang Shi hesitantly: "Ma'am, is this... villain going to do it, or not?"

"He wants to rush to other people's house to be a slave, can I stop him?" Jiang squinted, and his eyes fell on the handbag left by Li Sujie.

It is said that it is the county prince's mansion. Compared with the Wu family's good land, Li's mansion is really a drop in the bucket.

She picked up the handbag and tucked it into her sleeve.

"Madame means..."

"If you want to do something for the prince of the county, you don't have to worry about it for a while." Jiang idly flicked the jade beads on his wrist, and with a wrong knuckle, a crescent-like red mark was forcibly pinched on the wrist.

Jiang Lizheng's heart trembled following the string of jade beads, and he quickly understood Jiang's intentions.

Changing doors and households, going down to Lizheng, and going up to the Ministry of Households, must be registered in the register.Chang'an is a long way away, and it will take two or three months to go there, so every year the change of household registration is reported uniformly after autumn.

Seeing that the end of the new year is approaching, as long as it is delayed until January or February, this matter will have to be postponed until next year. It is hard to say whether there will be Wu Yi in next year.

"Yes, the villain understands."

When the Jiang family heard the words, Fang Wanran smiled, took off the string of jade beads in his hand, and pushed them into Jiang Lizheng's hands.Jiang Lizheng was still trying to pretend to evade, but seeing Jiang's eyes moved slightly, he hurriedly changed his hands to support her, and moved his ears closer.

"After autumn, the affairs are complicated. You don't need to bother the master with these trivial matters, you know?"

Jiang Li hurriedly nodded, held Jiang Shi's arm in vain, and thanked her for sending her out of the house.

The author has something to say:

The one penny for registered household registration in the Tang Dynasty is actually a clerical fee. After all, the materials have to be copied, and the pen and paper are not cheap.