He returned to the house and continued to copy books and learn calligraphy. After another half an hour, Mao Xiang appeared again and asked Zhu Yuan to set off.

When we went out, the fog had dispersed a lot, but the weather was gloomy and it looked like it was going to snow.

Zhu Yuan was surrounded by a group of people and walked out of Fu's salt merchant's mansion. In addition to carriages and horses, there was also a sedan parked in front of the door.

This was specially prepared for him.

Others either rode horses or took cars.

Zhu Yuan was not being pretentious. On the day he left Yidu Camp, he was riding in a carriage. Within an hour, Zhu Yuan, who was still weak, was knocked unconscious.

Because there were no smooth asphalt roads in this era, and horse-drawn carriages did not have shock-absorbing functions. With primitive road conditions everywhere, it is conceivable that even if you have a car, you will suffer when traveling long distances. This is probably why ancient books record that people often fall into trouble when traveling long distances.

Zhu Yuan experienced it personally when he was seriously ill.

At that time, there was a rush to rescue Zhu Yuan, and the team of more than a thousand people had to slow down their journey and forcibly change their route to the waterway.

The young man opened the sedan curtain, and Zhu Yuan, who was holding a bronze hand stove in his arms, got in and sat down. The sedan was quickly lifted and began to move forward smoothly.

Zhu Yuan did not feel guilty at all after enjoying what he had experienced along the way.

Zhu Yuan, who had been the "big business" of Guozuo for five hundred years, felt that he would be at a loss if he did not have a prince in the future. After all, when he returned to the Ming Dynasty, according to the conventions of time travel, he had to be a prince no matter what.

After walking like this for more than a quarter of an hour, the sedan stopped and the curtain was opened by the waiter. In front of it was the busy Yangzhou Wharf on the riverside.

Zhu Yuan stepped out of the sedan chair and his eyes were immediately attracted by a large ship moored not far away.

Or, it would be more appropriate to call it a ‘big boat’.

Different from the flat-bottomed boat that Zhu Yuan took along the way, which was only five feet long, at first glance, the large ship in front of him was three stories high or thirty or forty feet long, which was comparable to the size of later warships. The huge hull was submerged in the water.

In the mist that has not yet dissipated, it looks like an ancient giant beast waiting for an opportunity to overturn the river and sea.

Looking carefully, there are only nine high and low masts on the big ship. Against the backdrop of the forest of sails and masts, the large and small ships are as weak as the cattle, sheep, red deer next to the elephant.

Mao Xiang came to Zhu Yuan's side at some unknown time and noticed the rare expression of emotion from this low-ranking official. They looked at the big ship together and said with pride: "This is a big ship with five thousand materials that I paid to Zhang Shicheng of Dongping in Xiwu.

It is forty-five feet long, with nine masts and twelve sails. The Lord has said that it is too big and inappropriate. This northern expedition cannot enter the canal, and it can only be used to transport grain."

After Zhu Yuan heard what Mao Xiang said, he noticed that some men were carrying bags of grain from the gangplank next to the ship.

Unlike Mao Xiang's pride, Zhu Yuan's was regretful.

The Ming Dynasty had the strength to build a super naval fleet hundreds of years earlier than the West, but the result...no results.

Seeing that Zhu Yuan did not respond, and knowing his cold temperament, Mao Xiang did not say much, but instead cupped his fists and said: "My lord, your Majesty has given me another order, telling me to arrive at Jinling before Xu time today so that I can catch up with you."

Let’s go into town before the night ban. We have to change boats and get away from the others.”

Zhu Yuan nodded slightly.

Urged again.

When I read history in my previous life, I discovered that Zhu Yuanzhang was a typical impatient, and was admonished by his ministers more than once for "seeking treatment too quickly." This time, he could bear to let Zhu Yuan go slowly for half a month, which was considered patient.

Or, the conditions still don’t allow it.

Considering Zhu Yuan's health condition, he would really be drowned if he traveled too hastily.

Thinking of Zhu Yuanzhang's impatience and his three-year plan, Zhu Yuan was somewhat worried.

Mao Xiang had long been dissatisfied with Zhu Yuan's cold reaction every time he heard about his master, but this was not something he could deal with. Zhu Yuan's aloofness also made him unintentional in admonishing him, so he made a request.

With the gesture, Zhu Yuan stopped looking at the big ship and followed it to a small boat on the nearest embankment.

Small is just relative.

This is a lucky ship about ten feet long that can sail on the sea. It has a pointed bottom shape, which is good for breaking waves.

There was no wind at the moment, and Zhu Yuan saw a row of large oars protruding from the side of the ship in front of him.

Here, Zhu Yuan boarded the lucky boat surrounded by people and escorted. Many people around him did the same. These are the travelers who have been traveling in recent days. They are divided into two categories. One is the thousand soldiers led by Mao Xiang and the people in charge of maneuvering the boat.

Boatmen and sailors, and the other type are the surrendered civil and military officials and their families from the Yuan Dynasty in Shandong counties who were escorted by soldiers. These people are generally brightly dressed, but they look hesitant.

Escort plus escort is like hunting rabbits in the grass.

However, if it wasn't Zhu Yuan and it was just an escort mission, this job of not having much credit if he did it well, but he would be blamed if he failed, probably would not have fallen to Mao Xiang, let alone the need to use a thousand elite soldiers.

The Northern Expedition was full of plunder, and it was a good time to earn military merit. However, he was suddenly transferred away from the front line. Mao Xiang's similar indifference to Zhu Yuan these days showed that he was depressed.

After entering a warm cabin prepared in advance in the back section of the Fuzhou ship, Zhu Yuan settled in, and Mao Xiang left to make arrangements for departure.

Zhu Yuan ignored other things and leaned on the couch covered with several layers of mattresses. He motioned to the maid and the boy to turn on the charcoal stove in the cabin and open the window. Then he found out the "The Analects of Confucius" that he had been reading carefully these days.

"Collected Notes" and start reading.

After reading two pages of the book, there was another voice outside the cabin. The servant stepped forward and opened the cabin door, and two men, one large and one small, greeted him and came in.

The former is a man in his thirties, wearing green clothes and a black gauze hat. His face is a bit thin with a short beard, giving people the impression of a rigid teacher. It was Dai Sanchundai who brought Zhu Yuan back from the edge of death.

Imperial physician.

Another round-faced boy who was as short as Zhu Yuan was Dai Sanchun's apprentice, named Sanqi.

Seeing these two people, Zhu Yuan took the initiative to sit up and was about to speak when the ship suddenly moved. Zhu Yuan fell backwards and his head banged against the bulkhead.

The people around him were startled, and they rushed over one after another, creating a flurry of confusion.

Thinking about the recent reputation of the small officials, they will arrive in Jinling soon. If something goes wrong at the last moment, even if it is serious, they will pay for it with their lives.

Zhu Yuan recovered from his eyes filled with stars. When he saw the careful look of everyone crowding in front of him, he waved his hand and said: "There is no need to be nervous, I am not porcelain."

The others relaxed and stepped back a little. The maid in green coat, who supported Zhu Yuan's body and let Dai Sanchun massage his head, answered in a crisp voice: "The little official is not a porcelain, the little official is the precious jade. He is born with it."

Rich people."

Zhu Yuan was stunned.

I felt that there was something wrong in what the maid said, but I didn't grasp the key point. My head still hurt at this time, so I could only put it aside for the time being.

When the maid in the green coat saw that Zhu Yuan did not respond, sadness flashed across her expression. After so many days, the little official who followed her did not even ask their names. At that moment, everyone had already walked to the river, and she became more and more worried about herself when they arrived at Jinling City.

How to land.

After a while, he felt that the ship had started to move forward smoothly. Zhu Yuan asked Dai Sanchun not to continue massaging, and he himself felt weak and wanted to sit by the window.

Seeing this, the two maids rushed to spread the mattress on the wooden chair with the backrest, and then helped Zhu Yuan sit down.

Dai Sanchun, who was standing next to him, waited for Zhu Yuan to sit down. He also came to the side, sat down on the round stool brought by the boy, stretched out his hand, and Zhu Yuan extended his wrist tacitly.

An Jing checked his pulse for a while, then observed Zhu Yuan's complexion, and then asked Zhu Yuan to undress and turn around. Dai Sanchun came over and listened through his inner clothes for a while. Finally, he sat down and asked, "How did you sleep last night, little official?"

Zhu Yuan nodded. Because of Dai Sanchun's auscultation action just now, he had something to say along the way, but he still held back his words at this time. He was his lifesaver. If he was destined, it would not be too late to contact him again in the future.

At this time, he said: "I didn't cough again last night, and my chest was no longer tight. I would like to thank Mr. Dai for saving my life."

He raised his arms and thanked her.

It is not surprising that many people began to integrate into the etiquette of the ancients without realizing it.

Dai Sanchun sat upright and received Zhu Yuan's salute, and said with a smile: "This is our duty as doctors. It seems that Xiaoguan has recovered. I will prepare some medicine for Xiaoguan later, but Xiaoguan's human body

It is weak, so we should take care of it carefully in the future and avoid being exposed to wind and cold again."

As he said this, Dai Sanchun thought in his heart that this little official, who had been rumored to be more and more magical recently, had a cold attitude all the way, and something seemed to have changed today.

Zhu Yuan nodded again and agreed.

It's windy and cold.

What caused the premature death of Prince Zhu Biao was a cold wind, which not only completely changed the historical direction of the Ming Dynasty, but also almost destroyed Zhu Yuanzhang's thirty years of hard work. Therefore, Zhu Yuan was really lucky to survive this time.

I am even more fortunate that the disease this time is not contagious.

After saying a few more words, Dai Sanchun was about to say goodbye and leave. Zhu Yuan couldn't hold it back and took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Dai, I accidentally heard Commander Mao talking to people early in the morning. Your... name is Rebirth, is... um

, the 'heavy' of Double Ninth Festival, the 'sheng' of birthday?"

Dai Sanchun stopped and stood up. He didn't know why Zhu Yuan asked this question. He nodded and said: "Exactly, my father hoped that I would succeed in studying medicine and help the world and save the people, so I chose the word "rebirth". Every time I think of my father's teachings in the past, Sanchun is

You have to reflect on yourself, medical knowledge is boundless, and every time you have too many confusions, you can't find a solution even if you seek advice from teachers or scriptures. Let's talk about the wind and cold in Xiaoguan people. Why do some people behave like this when exposed to wind and cold? I have no way to correct the medical theory, and I can only find the word "evil".

Such as the cold evil, wind evil, or dampness evil, but what exactly is the 'evil' is still unclear. Alas, it's my fault for not being good at learning, I feel ashamed, I feel ashamed."

As he talked, this middle-aged man in his thirties, who had always given Zhu Yuan the impression of being old-fashioned, remembered something and became more and more sentimental, with tears in his eyes.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Yuan hesitated a little and said tentatively: "What Mr. Dai said is that he is wondering about the root cause of many diseases, right?"

"Exactly, let's just say the word 'evil'..." Dai Sanchun was still immersed in inexplicable emotions. He subconsciously answered, but suddenly reacted and looked at Zhu Yuan with hopeful eyes: "Little official, can you

This question, could it be that you, you..."

Dai Sanchun felt that although Zhu Yuan looked like a young boy who had not yet grown his hair, but from what he had seen and heard these days, he did not dare to treat him like an ordinary boy.

Since he is a strange person, maybe he can really solve his long-standing doubts.

"I don't know medical skills, but I know something about what you are curious about," Zhu Yuan nodded and saw Dai Sanchun staring at him with trembling lips, not knowing how to react for a moment, so he quickly said: "Three years, Dai

Sir, if you still want to know after three years, you can come to me."


Chapter completed!