Shipin Dalizheng

After crossing the river and resting, Mr. Cui was still impressed by the iron chain bridge that was built out of thin air. "This Annanbo is really not a simple person. He can come up with such a method."

Although it was a long detour, crossing the river was much easier, and we would surely reach Shangjing, the capital of the Northern Dynasty, faster than other teams.

Now that I have some free time, I will take Zheng Jiu to see Doctor Mo.

A tent was temporarily set up on the open ground. Rong Tang was holding a meeting with his subordinates. In addition to the usual group of people, there were also Cao Daban, Doctor Mo, Lord Ma and Xu Xiangdong.

Rong Tang unfolded the newly drawn map and pointed to a spot, saying, "We're here now. The two previous trips back and forth, this area was uninhabited, but on our way here, we saw traces of people passing through. I suspect some of the people who were affected by the disaster discovered this new bridge and crossed the river from here to the north."

Lord Ma and Xu Xiangdong agreed. The south was in chaos anyway, and although life was difficult, Jiangbei was at least relatively stable, and it was not ruled out that some people would migrate there.

Lord Ma asked, "What should we do then? If we encounter them, should we take them with us or place them nearby?"

Rong Tang was very satisfied with his question. He was willing to bring Lord Ma and his family north because he felt that Lord Ma was an upright official, his wife and he were kind-hearted, and their children had normal values. Such a person should not be drowned in the chaotic officialdom. He was willing to give him a chance to shine.

"Even if we bring them back to Shangjing, we still need to find a place to resettle them. I mean, this area is vast and sparsely populated, so we can find the necessary resources for them to rebuild their homes locally. Silver is not a problem, but what about food..."

He touched his hair subconsciously and smiled bitterly, "I can think of a way."

(Snakes, insects, and beasts of all four directions: Greetings to you, eighteen generations)

Lord Ma also nodded, "Yes, even the imperial court will consider all aspects and move some people from more populated areas here. We can't let this area become a thousand-mile wilderness."

Looking around, there was no one living in the surroundings, but the wild grass was lush, but half of it had withered as winter was approaching.

"Here's what I think, Master Ma. Even if you can continue to serve as an official in the capital, your position won't be very high. At best, you can be a farming official, which is tiring and has little future. Anyway, this area is vacant, and a new prefecture will definitely be established in the future. Why don't I recommend you to be a grassroots local official here, at least a seventh rank, and at most a fourth or fifth rank. You and your wife will settle the refugees here. It's hard to say about other things, but at least you will be the highest official in the area and will not be subject to anyone's control. As for your son and daughter, I can find a house for you in the capital, your son can continue to study for the imperial examinations, and your daughter can find a husband in the capital. Of course, this is just our idle talk here. The final result will have to be determined after we meet His Majesty."

Lord Ma was both happy and worried. He knew in his heart that those colleagues who stayed in the Southern Dynasty waiting to be reinstated as officials were basically finished. Only he, a small official with no power in the past, happened to be favored by the Earl of Annan and was willing to give him a letter of recommendation, so there was a possibility for him to continue to serve as an official.

It's not that they are greedy for wealth and status, but once they lose their official position, their family's social status will immediately drop from the gentry to farmers. Not only will the old couple be gone, but their children's future will be ruined.

Without saying anything else, he just bowed and expressed his gratitude.

"As for Xu Tou, you continue to serve as Lord Ma's deputy. Is that okay with you?"

Head Xu also bowed. Although he still felt indescribable discomfort with Rong Tang, he believed that even if this person had problems all over his body, he would not be a problem for him and Lord Ma.

We have discussed almost everything, and it actually has nothing to do with anyone else. It just gives people the feeling that I am one of their own and the young uncle's confidant.

Mr. Cui brought some people to seek medical treatment. When they saw that everything was fine, they filed out. Mr. Cui was surprised to see dozens of people. When he walked into the tent, there were only eight people left: Rong Tang, four guards, two eunuchs, and Dr. Mo.

Mr. Cui bowed and said, "Lord Annan, Xiaojiu is ill and cannot be exposed to the wind. Look at this..."

What the hell is this? They drove the owner away.

Rong Tang led his men out, and before leaving, he said to Dr. Mo, "The consultation fee is one hundred taels. If the treatment is successful, I'll pay you more. If it's not, I won't refund you. If anyone dares to threaten you, I'll kill him and I'll cover for him."

He walked past Zheng Jiu, and sparks flashed in the eyes of both of them. Then they turned their heads away, not wanting to see each other.

Mr. Cui and Doctor Mo were both speechless. How did these two get in?

Doctor Mo felt Zheng Jiu's pulse and said, "You're feeling depressed. Actually, it's because you haven't fully recovered from your last illness, and I don't know what triggered your depression. Can you tell me what's going on?"

Observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation are the three main diagnostic methods, and the Eight Diagrams are an important part of it.

Mr. Cui didn't know how to start, so Master Tang said frankly, "He rejected the ones he liked, and he kept clinging to the ones he didn't like."

Zheng Jiu glared at him fiercely. "Doctor Mo, I think the root of my illness is still the same. Since then, I've had a dream. Although I don't remember it after waking up, I feel like I've died. My mind is blank and I have no direction. All I want to do is stay at home all day long."

Doctor Mo had been in the capital of the Southern Dynasty for nearly a year and had heard some rumors about Zheng Jiu and Feng Liu. Although the things happening in the Zheng family's inner house were obscure, combined with the fact that Feng Liu was injured in the assassination and the Zheng family's grandmother was sent back to the country village, he could guess a little bit.

"I'm still feeling depressed. I feel like I have no energy left and I don't have the energy to do anything."

Zheng Jiu smiled bitterly, "It's not that I don't have the strength. Forget it, it's just that my heart doesn't have the strength. I felt like I should have died that time, but I don't know why I didn't die, so I don't know how I will live in the future."

Although Dr. Mo was an old man who had never married, he understood that Zheng Jiu was heartbroken because of a broken heart, commonly known as lovesickness. However, given Zheng Jiu's status, he couldn't say he was suffering from lovesickness, so he could only try to comfort him from another perspective.

"Didn't Lord Zheng have any plans for the future before he fell ill last time? Did the illness cause him to lose his memory? Since he didn't die, he should have continued living according to his original plan. Why don't he have any goals? The goals are right there, and they haven't disappeared. If you don't work hard to achieve them, they will disappear over time."

It's a double entendre, and it's quite subtle.

Master Tang has his own understanding. "That's right. Miss Feng Liu has only become a nun, not married. Why can't she fight for it again? Look at it more positively. There are thousands of good women in the world. If this one rejects you, not all of them will reject you. If you pursue her enough, there will always be one who will agree."

Zheng Jiu felt an itchy throat. Did Tang Chuyun think that he didn't spit out enough blood and wasn't dying fast enough?

He said angrily, "If you can't comfort people, don't speak, unless you want me to die so that my son can inherit."

Tang Chuyun said, "I'm fighting poison with poison to sober you up. We're both men, and Uncle Annan is a generation younger than you, but he's more open-minded than you. He also pursued Miss Feng Liu, but he didn't succeed, and she didn't try to kill herself either. Am I right, Doctor Mo?"

Doctor Mo's face looked strange, his eyes flickering, "Annan Bo..."

Just let the old man suffocate to death.

Zheng Jiu said angrily, "Then let him come in and talk me through it. I'll also learn his way of currying favor with both sides."

He was so depressed that he was afraid of not speaking. Arguing like this was a way to relieve his depression. Mr. Cui was not stupid. He knew that Master Tang also understood medicine, so this method might work.

He immediately walked out and found Rong Tang and told him this.

Rong Tang pointed at his nose in a strange manner, "Me? To help him relieve his heartbreak?"