Water Margin official

On the seventh day of December in the second year of Zhenghe in the Song Dynasty, Zhang Fusheng, a wealthy family in Qinghe County, died!

Only now did Zhang Zhengdao know the name of this wealthy family, but when father and son met again, they were already separated by yin and yang.

In the hall of Zhang Mansion, a dark coffin was placed in the center. Zhang Dahu was dressed in a shroud and lying in the coffin, with his eyes closed and his expression peaceful. When he left, he seemed quite calm.

Zhang Zhengdao stood next to the coffin and looked at it for a while. The corners of his eyes were moist and blurred by tears.

After a while, Zhang Zhengdao waved his hand, and the servants in the mansion quickly closed the coffin lid again.

Zhang Zhengdao, who had already changed into mourning clothes, wiped his tears, walked to the coffin, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

Zhang Liu handed a stack of money to Zhang Zhengdao and said in a low voice: "Official, give me some money."

Zhang Zhengdao had no expression on his face as he took the coins, one after another, and threw them into the brazier.

Uncle Zhang, who was standing by, also wiped his tears and said, "When I was dying, I was still thinking about when Da Lang would come home?"

Zhang Zhengdao asked: "How did my father die?"

It stands to reason that when he left home, Zhang Dahu was in good health. Although he coughed frequently, he could eat and sleep, and there was nothing abnormal about him.

Uncle Zhang sighed, glanced at the servants in the hall, and waved for them to leave first.

After everyone had gone out, Uncle Zhang said in a low voice: "After Dr. Ren diagnosed and treated the master, he said that he had over-medicated and damaged his essence."

"The Imperial Physician Ren said that according to the "Emperor's Internal Classic", after a man reaches the age of seventy-seven or forty-nine, the Ren pulse is weak, the Taichong pulse is weak, and the Tiankui disappears. This Tiankui is the foundation of Jingyuan and cannot be abused. The master is

Overuse of medicine and abuse of essence have resulted in kidney failure and inability to move the muscles." Zhang Bo repeated the words of the imperial physician Ren Houxi.

Seeing that Zhang Zhengdao was silent, Uncle Zhang sighed again: "Previously, I often had pain in my waist and couldn't stop crying. My ears were hard to hear and I couldn't hear people talking. I often took naps during the day and sneezed at night. Now that I think about it, it's all

Signs of disease."

When Uncle Zhang said this, he took two steps forward, bent down and said in a low voice: "My master, during these days, he often calls Yulian into the room."

"Does my mother know this?" Zhang Zhengdao asked.

Uncle Zhang shook his head and replied: "My wife is pregnant, so I dare not tell her these things."

Zhang Zhengdao nodded and said, "Uncle Zhang, could you please call Imperial Physician Ren?"

Uncle Zhang left.

Zhang Zhengdao knelt on the ground, burning money, sighed, and murmured to himself: "Dad, you are almost sixty years old, how can you still be old-hearted? Alas, this is not the case.

I blame you because my mother was too strict, so you didn’t enjoy much of the fun of men when you were young.”

"If you are really in trouble, stop messing around. You can use your hands. If that doesn't work, you can use your mouth!" Zhang Zhengdao lamented: "What kind of medicine are you taking randomly?".

Although he didn't live with Zhang Dahu for many days, the old man can be considered a kind person.

They are also willing to donate some money to repair bridges and roads and provide relief to victims.

He also cared deeply about Zhang Zhengdao, his adopted son.

Zhang Zhengdao raised his head and glanced at the coffin, wiped the tears from his eyes, and after kneeling for a long time, his legs were a little numb, so he sat down on the ground and threw all the money in his hand into the brazier.

"Don't blame your son for being unfilial, busy with his career, and failing to serve you." Zhang Zhengdao continued: "If you still have any unfulfilled wishes, you can entrust your dream to... Zhang Liu, this bastard It’s quite heartfelt.”

Zhang Liuzheng stood outside the door and eavesdropped. He heard Zhang Zhengdao's words clearly, and then he grimaced and said silently in his heart: "Master, if you really have something to do, you can entrust it to a senior official in your dream." I am just a servant, and I am often forgetful. I cannot be trusted by you."

Zhang Zhengdao sat on the ground, watching the Mingqian in the brazier burn to ashes, his eyes were slightly smoked, he wiped them with his hands, and continued to mutter to himself: "Dad, while you were still alive, you were not able to have wives and concubines." Qun, after death, my child will fulfill your wish no matter what."

"Zhang Liu, get in!" Zhang Zhengdao shouted.

The dog-legged man hurriedly ran in, bent down and asked, "Master, what are your orders?"

Zhang Zhengdao said solemnly: "Go to the birthday material shop and ask the craftsmen to tie up more paper figures. The ones with big breasts and big butts will be burned by my father on the day of the funeral."

Zhang Liu was stunned for a moment and asked weakly: "Will the old lady be unhappy if she knows about it?"

Then the loser realized that Zhang Dahu was lying in the coffin next to him. He didn't care whether the old lady was happy or not. If he made the master unhappy and came to trouble him, it would not be a joke. , will kill people.

Zhang Liu shuddered and quickly changed his words: "I will go and do it now. I will definitely prepare ten or eight beautiful paper figures for the master, and go over to serve the master."

"Build a big house for the master, and then build a paper mannequin in the shape of a high-ranking official, and first perform filial piety for the high-ranking official over there!" The loser continued to add in his divergent thinking.

Zhang Zhengdao frowned. This bastard was really looking for a beating. He made a paper man like him. Did he want to curse him to die early?

"Just mess around, build a yard, make some paper horses, and make some paper figures with big breasts and big butts. If you dare to make any mess, I will burn you bitch and go serve my father." Zhang Zhengdao scolded. One sentence.

Zhang Liu was so frightened that he quickly said: "The villain is joking, the high official will forgive me."

"Go away!"

Zhang Liu rolled out and crawled out.

After such a fuss, Zhang Zhengdao's grief subsided a little and he sat on the ground in a daze.

At this time, footsteps sounded, and the official Zhang Bo came in with the imperial physician Ren Houxi.

"Dalang, Mr. Ren is here." Uncle Zhang called in a low voice.

Zhang Zhengdao came to his senses, stood up and asked, "Mr. Ren, I'm sorry for calling you here so late. I'm sorry for the intrusion!"

Knowing that he was suffering from the loss of his father, Imperial Physician Ren quickly said: "The high officials are so polite."

"How did my father die?" Zhang Zhengdao still wanted to hear it from the imperial physician Ren Houxi himself.

Imperial Physician Ren took a look at Zhang Dahu's coffin and sighed: "Master Zhang, with all due respect, Mr. Zhang is nearly sixty years old. He is old and frail, and his kidney essence is naturally deficient. He suffers from low back pain, tears, deafness, nasal discharge, and urination."

Symptoms such as drops and mental depression are not surprising."

"It's just that Mr. Zhang had excessive sexual intercourse and took tiger and wolf medicine, which aggravated the symptoms of kidney deficiency to the point where he suffered from yin-cold symptoms. That's why, what a shame!" Dr. Ren said bluntly.

Zhang Zhengdao was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said: "Don't let my mother know about this."

In the final analysis, Zhang Dahu still doesn’t know how to exercise restraint. The old cow eats tender grass and becomes addicted to it. The old cow is exhausted.

Imperial Physician Ren naturally knew about the Zhang family's affairs and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Zhengdao ordered: "I'm going to see my mother. Uncle Zhang, you can send her to the Imperial Physician."

Zhang Bodao: "My condolences to Dalang!"

Zhang Zhengdao turned around and went to Yu's room. Thinking of his unborn brother or sister, he couldn't help but sigh again.

This child has lost his father before he was born. How pitiful!