Chapter 12: Men (Class)

Zhu Chongjiu was influenced by the thinking of later generations and believed from the bottom of his heart that the value of talents is far higher than that of weapons. But at this moment, Fu Youde's ears were the unreliable courtesy of the national sage. Immediately, the latter was so moved that his eyes were hot, gritted his teeth, and choked and said, "Even if the lord is so respectful, even if he is crushed to pieces, it will be difficult to repay. If he can lead the army to fight in the future, the 50 cannons will definitely make each of them ten times worth."

"You don't have to worry. As long as you withstand Tutu's crazy attack, within three years, Zhu will definitely cross the Yellow River and repay the blood debt for the fellow villagers. At that time, you will have the opportunity to lead the troops alone!" Zhu Chongjiu smiled, full of courage.

It was not that he was blindly optimistic. According to the news he obtained through various channels, the Mongolian Yuan court's southern expedition was concentrated. As long as the Huai'an army could successfully defeat Tutuo's 300,000 troops, the Mongolian Yuan court would definitely not be able to launch another battle of the same scale within one or two years. With the buffer time of the previous one or two years, the Yangtze River Martial Arts Hall could train officers at all levels. The first batch of freshmen from Huaiyang Baigong Technical School and Huaiyang Prefecture School can graduate, and Huaiyang's new workshops will bloom everywhere along the canal. The new production and combat methods will grow from seedlings to big trees. They will also pursue the fourth-class slavery system of Mongolian Yuan, far behind the times.

"I hope to get one to start first and build a bridge for the main road." Fu Youde was excited when he heard this, and he started to take action and said loudly.

"Okay, let's swear to high-fives." Zhu Chongjiu stretched out his hand and invited Fu Youde.

"Quick the high fives as a oath." Fu Youde stretched out his right hand with red eyes and hit Zhu Chongjiu's palm three times, full of enthusiasm.

After the attack, he quickly turned his gaze back to the reality in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and advised him in a very low voice, "Lord, you have not seen Li Pingzhang these days. If you can take the time, you will eventually persuade your lord to go to Huaian Medical Center a few times. Some people are waiting to receive Li Pingzhang's seal."

Sesame plum was not treated in time due to arrow injury more than two months ago, and the sepsis was bloody. Although Zhu Chongjiu was taken back from Mangdang Mountain District, he was immediately sent to Huai'an Medical Center, with the medical level of this era, whether it can improve depends entirely on whether God can open it. Therefore, in the past two months, Zhu Chongjiu almost took time to run into the clinic and used all the antibacterial methods he knew, as long as he could, he entrusted the Han family and the Great Food Doctor in the clinic to use them all. However, the situation is still not very optimistic. (Note 1)

What is even more depressing is that in Huai'an City, not only the meticulous works of the Mongols and Yuan courts hoped that Sesame Li would die soon. Some of the combat laymen who were good at power and tricks almost lived in the clinic. Just wait for Sesame Li to designate his heirs, they would unceremoniously inherit the entire East Road Red Turban, including Huaiyang, Suzhou, Mengcheng, Haozhou and other places.

Although Zhu Chongjiu hated fighting in the nest, he could not make too much concessions in the future development of the Huai'an army. Therefore, after listening to Fu Youde's reminder, his eyes suddenly became dark, and the excitement in his heart was washed away in a blink of an eye. "The war has been tight recently, and it takes almost two to three days to go to the clinic. Li Pingzhang's situation is fine. Isn't it said that he has great hope to survive this level?"

"There is no medical skills, but it may not be easy, alas." Fu Youde sighed softly and responded in a low voice, "The key is to look at Li Pingzhang himself. His mentality is somewhat similar to that of the Mo Jiang before. He no longer cares much about whether he is healing."

More than two months ago, more than 100,000 elite red scarves, including the Suzhou army, were swallowed up by the Yellow River. This miserable defeat completely defeated Sesame Li in both physical and mental aspects. As a leader of the rebel army with a high spirit, he even believed that it was his incompetence that caused so many brothers to be buried in the belly of fish. The only way to atone for sins was to donate his life and accompany the brothers to the underworld.

Zhu Chongjiu had noticed Sesame Li's self-renunciation mentality a long time ago, but he could not come up with any good ways to enlighten him for a while. In addition, the 300,000 Mongolian Yuan army was eyeing each other on the other side of the river, and he could not tolerate all his energy on Sesame Li alone. So after a while, the relationship between the two sides became increasingly distant in the eyes of outsiders, and the issue of inheritance rights of Hongshuo East Road has become increasingly suspense.

After listening to Fu Youde's words today, Zhu Chongjiu couldn't sigh again and then whisper, "Then I'll go to the clinic to visit him now. Just so happen, you will take advantage of this time to take the second elders to the courtyard next to my Huai'an General Administration. Several yards have been vacated there some time ago. I'll ask Hong San to free up one for you. When you come back, just find him directly."

"Thank you, General Manager." Fu Youde was happy again and bowed with gratitude.

"Go, don't let the two elders wait and be anxious." Zhu Chongjiu smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Fu Youde could do his own work, and then called Xu Hongsan and ordered the other party to help Fu Youde settle his family. Then, he packed up his luggage, asked his personal soldiers to buy some fresh fruits and strode toward the clinic.

Sesame Li looked pretty good today, lying on the sickbed, asking Da Guangming to make Tang Zihao divine himself with tortoise shell. When he heard Zhu Chongjiu's greetings, he immediately raised his head and said happily, "Brother Zhu, why are you here again? Didn't you tell you that the war is important, don't waste your effort on me, the dying person."

"What is the saying of the chief manager?" Zhu Chongjiu was always respectful to the leader in front of him who always tried his best to support and tolerate his red scarf. He shook his head and responded with a smile, "No matter how busy he is, he will not have time to visit you. He just can't stay here every day to accompany you."

"Don't come." Sesame Li smiled and waved, "If you serve me by the sickbed every day, there will definitely be a lot of scolding behind Li. It's damn, but it delayed my Hongshun's anti-Yuan incident."

"The chief manager was joking." Zhu Chongjiu didn't hear the grammatical problem in the other party's words, and shook his head with a smile, walked to the bed, and put the pillow on the back for Sesame Li. "Do you always feel better? You should take medicine in time, don't delay, don't make things difficult for the doctor, and don't believe in those things that pretend to be a ghost."

"I know, am I bored now? I'm having some fun for myself." Sesame Li was caught and added with a smile. Then, she turned her eyes to Tang Zihao, who was full of embarrassment, and waved her hand gently, "You go out first, I have something to say to Brother Zhu in private."

"Yes." Tang Zihao glared at Zhu Chongjiu with dissatisfaction, put away the tortoise shell, and left backwards.

"I can't stand him pretending to be a ghost, right?" Before his footsteps disappeared outside the door, Sesame Li smiled again and asked in Zhu Chongjiu's eyes.

In Zhu Chongjiu's opinion, it is definitely not a rational move to seek medical treatment when he is sick, but seeking a charlatan. Therefore, he did not hide his thoughts from Sesame Li. "You always know that I don't respect this. Now, we can make something called a magnifying glass in our Yangzhou workshop. It won't take too long to find out the culprits of various diseases."

"I know, if the Buddha sees a bowl of water, there are 84,000 insects?" Sesame Li smiled again and said as Zhu Chongjiu's words.

"It's almost that." Unexpectedly, Sesame Li had such a strong comprehension ability. Zhu Chongjiu was stunned and nodded with a smile. "The magnifying glass we made now is not enough, and I don't have much time to work with the craftsmen. Otherwise, if you build a few microscopes, you can tell the cause of many diseases. Anyway, it is useful to wipe the wound with alcohol. The patient's own constitution and mentality also determine the speed of healing. As for fortune-telling, burning incense, and praying to gods and Buddhas, it is tantamount to asking for fish in the wood."

"I know, I know." Sesame Li dodged Zhu Chongjiu's gaze like a child who did something wrong, "I don't need your microscope, I know very well in my heart. It's better to ask for God and Buddha than to pray to yourself, but"

He sighed softly, and he added very seriously, "This Ming Cult is not useless. Although it seems to be a magician in your opinion, it has aroused so many people after all, and asked them to lift their swords to rebel with our brothers, instead of continuing to be slaughtered by the Tartars like livestock."

"This" Zhu Chongjiu never looked at the role of the Ming Cult from this perspective. For a moment, he could not find any language to refute it.

Looking at his blank look, Sesame Li smiled and looked proud, "The whole city is full of fire, and the government hides everywhere; there is no one in the city, and the Red Army Mansion sits on it. The longest thing that I, Old Li, in my life, finally rebelled again, killed countless dog officials and stolen countless big families, which is a pity."

Thinking of more than 100,000 brothers swallowed by the Yellow River, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, "It's a pity that my old Li was careless and had just started his career and was just as he was the Tatars."

"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. The chief executive does not have to blame himself too much. No one expected that the Tartars would be so despicable." Hearing that Sesame Li's mood quickly declined, Zhu Chongjiu quickly spoke to comfort him.

"But my brothers' lives are only once." Sesame Li glanced at him, smiled and shook his head, "As soon as I closed my eyes these two days, I dreamed that my brothers came to me and asked me to take them with me to create the rebellion of the King of Hell. Eighty-one, I don't have much time left. In fact, if you don't come today, I will send someone to call you, I, I can't hold on anymore. In the future, whether our Eastern Red Turban Army can achieve the right result depends on you."

"Ah,,." ​​Zhu Chongjiu didn't expect that Sesame Li suddenly had the idea of ​​passing the throne. He stood up immediately and bowed his hand to refuse, "Master General Manager, please wait. I just asked the doctor, there is no problem with your body. Besides, the qualifications and contributions of General Manager Zhao, General Manager Peng and General Manager Mao are above me. General Manager, Dust the wrong person."

"You boy." Sesame Li glanced at him and shook his head tiredly, "Since the first time we met, we have refused to say a truth. If I pass the throne to Zhao Jun, can you convince him? Peng Da, Mao Gui and others have the ability to subdue the group of arrogant soldiers and generals under your command. My old Li has killed so many brothers and can't harm him anymore. Even if he goes to the eighteenth level of hell, he will not be able to redeem him."

Note 1: Sepsis enters the blood, that is, sepsis, which is caused by traumatic infection. The famous doctor Norman Bethune died of this disease.
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