Three Kingdoms: I help Liu Bei grow thousands of miles

Chapter 440 Disposal of Relics
"Xiaojun take care, I'll be back in a few days." Lan Tian turned to bid farewell to Lu Lingqi.

Lu Lingqi stroked her lower abdomen with her left hand, waved her right hand and nodded smilingly: "Husband, go early and return early, the peach tree at home is still waiting for you to prune, and Ji'er, you must be obedient when you arrive in Jiangling."

"I know mother."

"I can save it, you can go back quickly." Lan Tian smiled slightly.

Following Lan Tian's example, Lan Ji waved to Lu Lingqi and Lan Yuan and said, "Mother, I'm leaving with my father. Brother, you have to take good care of your mother and yourself."

"Brother Ji, take care." Lan Yuan nodded lightly.

"Let's go, we're back for the Chinese New Year." Lan Tian pulled Lan Ji and turned to leave.

A group of people rode out of the city and went straight to Panyu Wharf. Gao Shun contacted Li Yi in advance to prepare a fast boat.

It was the second time that Lan Ji took a boat with Lan Tian alone, and he was less excited and more apprehensive.

Lan Tian and Jiang Wan discussed the assessment of Meng Xuetang in the cabin, while Gao Shun and Lan Ji sat on the bow of the boat to enjoy the scenery on both sides of Yushui.

To get rich, build roads first. After Lantian takes over the government and the state, regardless of military, economic, and people's livelihood considerations, all counties are required to spend a lot of effort on dredging rivers, and build wharves every fifty miles for passing ships to dock and personnel to rest and replenish. .

So Lan Ji saw all kinds of civilian ships along the way, because Lan Tian and the others were on a warship, and the rest of the civilian ships pulled aside far away to give way.

Gao Shun saw that Lan Ji was surprisingly quiet today, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ji'er, don't worry, General Guan is majestic, but for the sake of Mr., he shouldn't treat you too harshly, as long as you are open-minded and willing to learn." .”

"Uncle is not as scary as you say, I played with my father's beard last time when I went to Jiangxia with my father." Lan Ji didn't think so.

Gao Shun quickly reminded: "You were still young at that time, so you must not be like this in the past."

"Okay." Lan Ji nodded.

Gao Shun glanced at the cabin, and then whispered to Lan Ji: "At that time, I will leave two guards for you. If Ji'er can't stay in Jiangling, let them send a letter back to Nanhai in time, and I will personally pick you up. Family."

"Will father agree?" Lan Ji asked wonderingly.

"Don't worry about it, sir, this is a secret between us." Gao Shun said mysteriously.

Lan Ji nodded slightly, "Alright then."

June is when the major rivers are rising, and the warships in Lantian can't stop going ashore for supplies day and night. Except for the Xiangshui section that goes downstream, the rest of the waters are all upstream. They walked on the water for five days. Arrive in Gangneung.

After entering the city, Lan Tian and Jiang Wan parted ways. The former went directly to see Guan Yu at the State Shepherd's Mansion, while the latter went to visit his cousin Pan Jun.

Guan Yu was a little surprised when he saw Lan Ji beside Lan Tian, ​​"How did Second Master Lan grow up so fast? I remember he is not yet ten years old, right?"

Lan Tian nodded, "Ji'er may have followed his grandfather in this regard, I wonder if it's appropriate to bother Yun Chang at this time?"

"As long as Ziyu can trust Guan, Guan will definitely treat him as his own." Guan Yu stroked his beard and nodded lightly, then said to Lan Ji, "I'm stricter than your father, Ji'er, are you afraid?"

Lan Ji replied calmly: "I'm not even afraid of that black-faced uncle, and naturally I'm not afraid of the beautiful uncle with long beard either."

"Ji'er, don't be rude." Lan Tian and Gao Shun scolded in unison.

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay, you have this kind of arrogance to be my disciple of Guan Yu." Guan Yu stroked his beard and laughed.

Lan Ji bowed and clasped his fists like an adult, Gao Shun and Lan Tian nodded slightly in affirmation.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lan Tian was going to Zhang Ji's house to express his condolences, so Guan Yu called Guan Ping and said, "Take Ji'er to your mother to settle down first, and the cost will be the same as that of Anguo (Guan Xing)."

"Wei." Guan Ping cupped his fists.

"General Guan, I left two attendants for Ji'er, please arrange for them, Major General," Gao Shun said, clasping his fists.

"Follower? This is Ziyu" Guan Yu looked puzzled.

Lan Tian frowned: "Bo Ping doesn't need to do anything more, 'Heaven will send a great mission to the people, and they must first work hard on their minds, muscles and bones, and starve their bodies.' Jier didn't come here to enjoy it."

"Sir, Ji'er is still young." Gao Shun still wanted to fight.

"I believe Ji'er, Boping, you also have some confidence, this is a test of growth." Lan Tian said.

"Uh, okay." Although Gao Shun was reluctant, he also understood what Lan Tian said, but he broke his promise to Lan Ji.

Guan Yu saw that Gao Shun was rather disappointed, so he comforted him, "General Boping, don't worry, Ji'er is Guan's nephew, so staying in Jiangling and Jiaozhou makes no difference."

Gao Shun nodded and cupped his fists, "Ji'er has always been stubborn, and I hope the general will take care of her."

"Guan has his own measure." Guan Yu nodded.

They then left the State Shepherd's Mansion and rode their horses straight to Zhang Ji's house. When Lan Tian arrived, Jiang Wan was already waiting at the door. The small courtyard in front of him was all decorated with white cloth. The sound of crying is endless.

Guan Yu accompanied Lan Tian into the house to express his condolences. The guest of honor in front of the door was Zhang Ji's disciple. When he saw Lan Tian, ​​he sang loudly: "Jiaozhou Mu, General Jingnan, and General Lan Ziyu came to express condolences."

Lan Tian nodded to him, then crossed the threshold and entered the mourning hall. The disciples of Zhang Ji were all dressed in mourning clothes.

Zhang Ji was originally a large Zhang family in Nanyang. There were more than 200 people in the family. Because of the rampant war and plague in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, from the first year of Jian'an (196), two-thirds of the people in the family died of the disease in less than ten years. The Zhang family was almost in a state of extinction, and Zhang Ji's parents, wife and children were all killed in the plague.

During Liu Bei's exile in Guiyang by Liu Biao, according to Lantian's suggestion, Zhang Ji was recruited, and a medical school was set up in Guiyang to train doctors.

At that time, there were endless wars in the north of the Yangtze River, and Zhang Ji gradually became stable in Jingnan. Later, Zhao Fan, the prefect of Guiyang, was a matchmaker. At the age of 55, he married a widow in the county and gave birth to a son, Zhang Shi.

"Mr. Zhang is still young, Mrs. Zhang mourns. Is there any difficulty at home? Lan Tian will definitely help with all his strength."

After Lan Tian worshiped Zhang Ji's coffin, he walked up to the orphan and widow to salute, and found that the child was younger than Lan Ji.

Mrs. Zhang wiped her tears and replied: "Thank you, General Lan, for caring. There are many disciples in Jiangling Medical School, and General Guan and Master Xu also take care of them. There is no shortage of expenses for the family."

"If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to Jiaozhou to find me at any time." Lan Tian nodded.

Mrs. Zhang nodded slightly and was a little moved. Suddenly she seemed to think of something, and hurriedly called Zhang Ji's disciple of the bereaved master in the hall.

"Master, what's the matter?" the mourner asked, clasping his hands.

"Go to the back hall and fetch your husband's belongings." Mrs. Zhang ordered.

"Wei." The mourner bowed his hands and left the mourning hall.

"Mrs. Zhang, what is this?" Lan Tian seemed to think of something.

Mrs. Zhang replied calmly: "My husband left some things before his death, and he specified that he would hand them over to the general."

"Could it be Mr. Zhongjing's medical book?" Lan Tian asked.

Mrs. Zhang nodded slightly: "What the general said is not bad. My husband worked hard and wrote sixteen volumes of Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases."

(End of this chapter)