Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

Walking in the dungeon, He Liangchen was already a little heady and staggered, but it was not in the way. He got drunk and chanted to his heart's content: "

Hard work in music management brings summer to autumn,

All the wonderful work was accomplished today.

Rihua Jianlu Chengzhen Liquid,

Spring veins pass through the rock and gullet of water flows.

I can’t bear to stir the fermented rice and pour the noodles into the jar..."

By this time, he had already walked into the cell. Zhang Jiebin was sleeping at the table. As soon as He Liangchen sat on the bedside, the book and the bed creaked. He exhaled a breath and then chanted: "

Let me leave the sound on the bedside.

Lao Huai's block of water is poured out,

Three paths of yellow flowers and two jade boats."

The soldier and horse commander had already followed him outside the cell door. He Liangchen didn't care. He slapped Zhang Jiebin on the shoulder and shouted: "Get up, drink and eat meat!"

Zhang Jiebin was sleeping soundly, but he couldn't withstand this fatal double impact, so he woke up with a jolt.

"I have a headache... I can't drink... uh... let me... sleep for a while..." Although he woke up, he was still drunk and weak, and he didn't feel relieved for a long time.

"It's a small matter, just drink and drink." He Liangchen ignored him and slapped him on the shoulder again. Then he took out the food and wine one by one, two large roast chickens, two bottles of soju,

A large jar of soybean wine and a large package of cooked food.

The soldier and horse commander outside the cell door couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He Liangchen looked around and saw that this man was only ten years old. His heart softened and he said, "You have also walked all the way. Come in and have a drink."

Wine drives away the cold."

But the soldier and horse commander did not move, neither leaving nor coming in, just standing there. He Liangchen stopped caring about him, opened the shochu and drank again, and drank the good wine repeatedly. Seeing Zhang Jiebin still holding his head,

Shout loudly: "Drink~"

Zhang Jiebin trembled all over and couldn't help but shudder. His drunkenness suddenly dropped by three points. The soldier and horse commander outside the door was also frightened, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he turned around and ran away.
He Liangchen looked up again and glanced at the man's leaving figure, then turned to stare at Zhang Jiebin.

Zhang Jiebin had no choice but to pick the bottle of soju, which seemed to be very small. Instead, he avoided the jar that was the culprit of his current discomfort. Now that he had made his decision, he felt relaxed, thinking that the drink just now was caused by drunkenness.

As soon as I opened it, the fragrant aroma hit my nostrils. I was drunk before I drank it. I was inexplicably looking forward to this wine. I took a big sip and felt that the taste was sweet, pure and sweet, which was even better than soybean wine.

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Seeing his performance, He Liangchen was very satisfied and shouted: "Eat meat and drink wine."

As the wine got more intense, the conversation started. During the long night, the two of them had already had enough food and wine, and they were very drunk. They were just chatting with each other, and they seemed to regret meeting each other late.

"You ask who are the famous generals in ancient times? There are so many that I can't finish them all in a while. OK, let me just talk about a few. Yi Yin, Lu Wang, Sun Wu, Rang Ju, Guan Zhong, Wu Qi, Han Xin, Kong Ming...

...How many do you know? Two? You still want to become a disciple just like this, no, no, it’s far away...unless...unless..."

No matter how high the interest was, it was not enough to overcome the drunkenness. As they talked, the two of them fell asleep next to each other.

At this time, two people came outside, both carrying lanterns and wearing raincoats. They stopped at the door of the dungeon. One of them said, "My little friend, do you want to go in together?"

The young man admired the old man very much and wanted to accompany him all the way, saying: "Let's go together!"

"There is a strange man living here. I don't trust him. He is old and cannot stand the hardships. Ahem!" The old man said and couldn't help coughing.

The young man worriedly said: "Ming Gong has asked to resign three times, but both His Majesty and Prime Minister Zhang refused. But how long can Ming Gong's body and bones last?"

"If you can last for a day, it is a day. Your Majesty and Zhang Ge are working hard to achieve great results, and the military department is particularly important. This is Hu Gong's strength, but I am not the material. It's a pity that Hu Gong died unjustly.

I can only force the plan." The old man said as he walked.

He naturally knew that Hu Zongxian was a legend. The young man went on to say: "My Lord, you should pay more attention to your health. It's snowing tonight, but you still insist on coming out."

The old man waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, you shouldn't go out during the night ban, but I really can't worry about Ji Ming, because I'm worried that he's drunk again."

"I can come alone," the young man said.

The old man was very happy when he heard this: "You came here, and you were almost taken away by the soldiers and horses just now. Isn't that a beating in vain?"

The young man is speechless.

The two came to the door of the cell. The old man pointed at the mess and said with a smile: "Look, I knew it."

The young man couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this. He was first attracted by this home-like cell, and then he noticed the messy tabletop and the two people hugging each other and sleeping soundly.

The old man walked over and laid the two of them down on the bed, opened the quilt and covered them. Then he added some oil to the lamp on the table and covered the lampshade, leaving only the vent, and the light dimmed before his eyes. The young man saw it.

I also went to the four walls and blew out the lanterns, making the cell even darker.

The two men walked out holding lanterns, and the cell suddenly fell into darkness, with only a dim light left on the table.

It was already getting late, so the two of them did not go back and went straight into the Yamen of the Ministry of War.

The old man said: "There is a couch inside, you can go and rest yourself!" The young man shook his head. He had been looking forward to today's meeting for five years. Looking back on the previous correspondence, the fate of the fate three years ago can be seen today.

How rare is it for him to waste it?

"My little friend is stubborn. Not only did he 'want to meet each other and tell us everything', but he also came in through the 'four banquets' and heard 'the cry of the rooster and the laughter of the black dragon', why did he leave the book behind?"

The old man quoted the young man's original book everywhere, and sighed: "'The ancestor has left the capital, when will we see him? I would like to say goodbye', every word is so true, it really makes the old man ashamed!"

"Ming Gong was a high-ranking minister, and Xianzu was a low-ranking scholar. When he saw that the guests were all famous generals and wise men, he felt ashamed and had to leave a letter to say goodbye." Tang Xianzu was deeply moved when he saw the old man quoting the words in the letter, so he said bluntly.

"It seems that my little friend Jinke is determined to win?" the old man said with a smile.

Tang Xianzu was silent. He was not determined to win, but because he learned at the Linchuan Pavilion today that the old man had resigned three times due to physical illness, so he took the liberty to visit him out of concern.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the old man was not upset and continued: "I finally came here last time, but I was running around with the old man. I didn't have time to talk properly. Since I'm not sleepy, we might as well have a chat."

Tang Xianzu was so happy that he helped the old man take off his raincoat and hung it with his own by the door. He also lit up a few lamps in the room. He saw clearly that the room was full of papers, which must be the old man's public room.

The two sat down and expressed their opinions, from pacifying the Japanese to suppressing the bandits, from fighting to coordinating, and reviewed the old man's thirty-year military career together.

Speaking of morale, the old man mentioned the establishment of a theater troupe in the army.

"In order to boost morale, I set up a theater troupe in the army and sang more old operas and new songs about defending the country and destroying Japanese pirates. The effect was better than I expected, so I kept this habit."

"I heard that whenever Ming Gong went to a place, Haiyan tune spread to that place, and now it has blossomed everywhere in the southeast." Tang Xianzu put a lot of effort into drama, and he knew a lot about the situation in various places.

The old man laughed and said: "Haha, I don't know about other places, but in Fujian, Guangdong and Jiangyou, Haiyan opera troupe should be popular. For the sake of the soldiers, I ordered the whole army to practice singing so that they can make a living after they are disarmed. I want to come to these three places

There will be many soldiers who will make this their career."

Tang Xianzu said: "I dare to let Duke Ming know that before I came to Beijing, I went to Yihuang and saw that there were as many as a thousand people making a living there."

"Okay! Good! Good!" The old man cheered repeatedly. He was from Yihuang County, and Tang Xianzu was from Linchuan County. Both counties belong to Fuzhou Prefecture. Fuzhou was called Linchuan in ancient times and was known as the hometown of talented people. You should hear that because of yourself,

I will be happy if thousands of people benefit from it.

Having said this, the two had a detailed chat about drama and exchanged knowledge. Most of the time, Tang Xianzu asked and the old man said. At this time, neither of them knew how much impact this would have on China's future drama. Ten years later, Tang Xianzu gave up.

He cultivated his official career and began to concentrate on creation, carrying forward the old man's opera thoughts.

The old man suddenly said again: "I heard that Mr. Zhang Ge was looking for young talents earlier. I wonder if I have found you?"

"How did Ming Gong know?" Tang Xianzu was shocked. He didn't understand why the old man knew, but he still replied truthfully: "Three years ago, someone came from Prime Minister Zhang's house to hire me as a teacher."

"That's it. I guess you didn't agree?" The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Tang Xianzu was even more surprised and said: "The student failed at that time and learned from the pain. He only thought about returning to his hometown to study hard. How could he have any thoughts of becoming a teacher?"

"Then do you know who became the teacher of the Zhang family in the end?" the old man asked.

"Students don't know." Tang Xianzu said truthfully.

"Do you know Shen Maoxue?" the old man said.

"Brother Jundian, he is a learned and talented man, a role model for our generation." Tang Xianzu obviously knew Shen Maoxue and respected him highly.

"Oh?" The old man nodded when he heard this. He was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke again: "It's a pity to say so."

Tang Xianzu asked in confusion: "What's a pity?"

The old man sighed: "It's a pity that you missed out on being the number one scholar, but it's a pity that a great hero got inexplicably involved in court disputes."

Tang Xianzu became even more confused and asked: "The student is confused. Can Mr. Ming give me some advice?"

"The time has not come yet, you will understand later." The old man shook his head, not wanting to point it out now and affect the young man's performance in this spring.

The clock tower bell rang again, and then came the sound of "Bang~Bang Bang Bang Bang~".

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't realize it was too late to talk to you at night, and suddenly it was the fifth watch. It's time for me to go to court in the morning. My little friend, please help yourself."

When I went to the inner room, I changed out of the Yanfu and put on the regular clothes. Finally, with the help of Tang Xianzu, I put on the Golden Pheasant's menstrual clothes.

Yanfu is the casual clothes worn by officials in private, but they are also worn in daily life. Court clothes are special clothes for court rituals, and sacrificial clothes are special clothes for sacrifices. Official clothes are special clothes for Shuowang Dynasty meetings and foreign officials' pilgrimages. Menfu is a kind of regular clothes. In order to distinguish the merits of official grades, civil and military animals are divided into nine grades, and the second grade of civil officials is the golden pheasant.

Tang Xianzu looked at the lifelike pair of golden pheasants on the old man's back with envy in his eyes. He also hoped that one day he could be like the old man, able to control the battlefield and command the army to protect the country.

Dressed neatly, the old man pushed the door open and walked out after checking that everything was correct again and again.

Tang Xianzu suddenly felt palpitated. He hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the lantern, and said, "Ming Gong, please let me hold the lantern for you!"

The old man nodded. As soon as the two of them left the Yamen, the bell rang at five o'clock. There were still three quarters of an hour before the court went to court at three o'clock at five o'clock.

The first daily court meeting in Wanli five years is about to begin.