Episode 123. Meeting the young Zhuge Liang (2)
When the fireman finished his pulse and withdrew, Cheongbi asked with a slightly nervous expression.
“How are you?”
“Mama and Agi are both healthy and will give birth safely.”
“Isn’t it like Hyeonbi’s difficult childbirth?”
“Yes, fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be a big problem.”
“Still, you don’t know what might happen, so when the time for childbirth comes, don’t go anywhere else and stay in the civil war.”
“Yes, I will.”
After a while, the hwabu left Cheongbi’s house and went to Hyeonbi’s house.
Hyeonbi was breastfeeding the baby, so the painter waited for a while before meeting her.
“How have you been? mama.”
“oh! Welcome.”
“You breastfeed yourself as I told you to.”
“That’s how you get healthy quickly. I did as Congressman Hwa said, and I seem to be recovering quickly, and my prince seems to be growing well too.”
Hyeonbi showed his son with sleepy eyes as if he was going to sleep after belching at the fireman.
The painter approached the baby, examined her health for a moment, and then put on a satisfied expression.
“The prince is growing very well and in good health.”
“Are you sick anywhere? I seem to be having diarrhea these days…”
Hyeonbi asked about these and other symptoms and constantly asked questions about how to deal with certain symptoms.
The fireman answered all her questions diligently.
‘Whoa-. That’s why I didn’t want to go to the gynecologist or pediatrician.’
When they become mothers, women basically become more interested in their children and have a lot of questions. Because of this, most pediatricians do the work of answering the questions of such mothers. A doctor who is good at answering and kind is a good doctor. If you’re bothered, you’ll get a reputation as a cheap doctor.
After hearing all the answers from the fireman, Hyeonbi smiled with satisfaction.
“As expected, Dr. Hwa’s medical skills are different from those of city doctors.”
“It’s an overstatement.”
The painter expected how much the city doctors would suffer in the meantime.
After a while, the painter left the Hyeonbijeon and returned to the inn, and a few days later, he also attended the birth of Cheongbi.
Fortunately, Cheongbi gave birth safely without the help of a fireman and produced a healthy baby seed.
The painter bought a wagon when returning home from the capital of defeat.
It was because even though he had converted the money he had accumulated so far into gold coins, it was so heavy that his horse couldn’t stand it any longer.
‘It would be convenient to have a slip, but there’s no way the system will change… but I can’t keep carrying it on a wagon, so what’s the best way to do it?’
The painter thought about what to do with so many gold coins as he rode the wagon home, and finally decided to buy the land.
‘No matter how chaotic times come, the land remains in its place… Yes, let’s buy the land.’
After the chaotic era passes, the land will do its full job.
The painter went back to Chohyeon and started buying the land he had when the painter was prosperous for a long time.
* * *
It has been about three years since the painter returned from defeat and started buying land.
Mrs. Hwa was in such a good mood that she felt full even without eating when she thought of her three grown-up sons.
The eldest son, Hwabok, who was recommended for filial piety, succeeded Jojo, the head of the family, and became the governor of Dongu-hyeon, and the second flower pot was promoted to Lieutenant not long ago and became a military commander with a thousand soldiers.
And the youngest painter was called Hwata for his excellent medical skills and became a god representing Yeju.
There were only ten servants in the painter’s shop just a few years ago, but now there are over a hundred servants, and the number has increased to the point where you can only tell how many by looking at the tenant farming documents.
“Mother is ready.”
Mrs. Hwa, who was immersed in a moment of satisfaction, heard her youngest son’s voice like gold.
First, I was preparing to go to congratulate Hwabok for the inauguration ceremony of Dongu-hyeon, but now it seemed that the preparations were over.
“Okay then let’s go.”
When Mrs. Hwa got on the carriage, the Hwa-bu started a long journey accompanied by three disciples, jade pearls, and some servants.
Over the course of three years, the fireman has become a handsome master, and the martial arts master has also surpassed Janggoe.
Pyeonseon and Ohbo Bun-ah were also women who took off their youth and radiated flower-like beauty, and grew into doctors who could see patients to some extent even without a painter.
While the carriage was going, Mrs. Hwa removed the curtains from the window and pretended to look out, looking at the three disciples following the Hwa-bu.
Among the three disciples, Pyeonseon was the only one who caught her eye.
Although she is a disciple of a painter, she is the daughter of Seong Su-sinui, and the age difference is only one year, so I thought it would be perfect for her to be my daughter-in-law.
In fact, when Seong Su-sin’s polarization came to the painter’s shop, Mrs. Hwa treated it as if she were an in-law, and it was the same with polarization.
‘Since Bok-i has become the prefecture of Dongu-hyeon, you can choose a true child among the wives and children of the noble family of Dongu-hyeon and make him your daughter-in-law. Then, around autumn, I will marry the second Boon, and I will be able to marry Boon and Seon around next spring.’
The thought of marrying off three sons in succession made my heart swell.
A few years ago, the price was so low that it was a big worry to send off my sons to marry, but now hawks come almost once every three days.
‘I hope the future will be the same forever…’
* * *
The fireman’s party was heading to Dongu-hyeon, but the schedule wasn’t urgent, so when they stayed at the inn or heard rumors that the doctor’s party was there, they treated an urgent patient. also gave
“Whoa – why does the world seem to be worse than it was a few years ago?”
The fireman who found the patient and treated him while passing through a place where there were many poor people shook his head as he saw the children who were left with only bones left from starvation.
“A heavy rain is coming soon. When the Yellow River overflows and the sky turns yellow, the world of hunger goes and the world of peace comes.”
An unusual song flowed from the mouths of the children.
When the fireman heard the children’s song for the first time, he got goose bumps all over his body.
A song with a meaning that is too scary for children to sing.
‘Come to think of it, the time for the Yellow Turban Rebellion is nearing!’
The songs the children sang were deliberately spread among the people by the Taiping believers to stir up public sentiment.
In Yeju, where Myeongil was the bishop, the songs that could not be heard were heard through the mouths of children and people as they left Yeju.
“Uncle, no, Senator. My sister is very sick. I will give you this book, so please treat her.”
Just then, a skinny child appeared with a younger-looking child on her back.
The painter was giving the treatment without receiving money anyway, but when the child handed out the book, he was naturally curious and looked at the cover of the book.
‘Cavalry log? Isn’t this a disease?’
The thick book made of bamboo was a book on warfare that my older brother potted plant had been reading.
The painter looked back at the child handing him the book.
He was skinny and unattractive, but guns were streaming through his eyes, and his clothes were worn, but the material was silk.
“Even if you don’t give a book, they will treat you. So keep it.”
When the painter nodded, Obo took the child from the boy’s back and laid it on the wooden bed.
The child still held out the book even though the painter refused to accept it.
“Please receive the book and take a closer look at it. I must have eaten something wrong, so I had diarrhea several times in the morning, and now my head feels like it’s on fire.”
When the painter didn’t pick up the book, the boy put it down next to his brother who was lying down.
The painter measured the pulse of the younger brother who was lying on the bed and used clairvoyance to check for abnormalities in the intestines.
“Where did you get the book?”
“I have had it for a long time.”
“Are you a nobleman?”
“Yes, he is a sadaebu who fell after his parents died. I’m embarrassed to even call them noblemen now.”
The painter looked at the boy with a slightly pitiful expression.
For a nobleman to sell books was to throw away the last remaining pride.
The painter’s head was also a family that was once in decline, so it didn’t seem like someone else’s business.
“What is your name?”
“It’s a lot.”
stop.
At that moment, the fireman’s hand, which had been putting acupuncture on the child’s body in the bed, stopped.
“what?”
“I am Liang, and my surname is Zhuge. But why are you so surprised?”
“Kerham, no. see.”
“Your master.”
“I’m thirsty. Bring me some water.”
“yes.”
‘Jegalyang? Bok’s surname isn’t common… Is this kid the Jegal Gongmyeong I know?’
There is a possibility that they are just the same name, but they are a ruined nobleman who can read.
The painter searched for Han Jin-soo’s memories for a while. The names of Zhuge Liang’s brothers came to mind.
‘Then this younger brother must be Jegalgyun.’
“What is your brother’s name?”
“It is a fungus. Chegal-Gyun.”
coo kung.
Suddenly, my heart started pounding.
The fireman gulped down the water Obo had brought to calm his startled mind.
“Do you have any other brothers or sisters?”
“I have an older brother and a younger sister. But what kind of germs are there?”
“There is a bit of gong energy, but this is because I ate food that was worse than that. I got a little sick, but it’s not dangerous, so don’t worry.”
The painter finished his saliva and looked at Zhuge Liang.
Although he was skinny, he looked about the same age as Obo or a year or two younger.
“Should I take a decoction?”
“Of course you have to eat. I’ll make you a medicine, so take it and boil it.”
“Isn’t this book I gave you not worth the decoction?”
“As I said before, the poor are being treated free of charge. Of course, your brother is also free.”
“Even if I could give you acupuncture for free, decoctions contain medicinal ingredients, so how can I give them away for free?”
“I treat rich patients for more money than other clinics. I will use the money left over there to treat children like you.”
When the painter wrote the prescription and gave it to Bun-ah, Zhuge Liang made a strange expression.
“It is surprising that there are people like you in the world. What is your name?”
“It’s a fire.”
In an instant, Zhuge Liang’s eyes widened to the size of a lantern.
“Yes, yes, you are a member of the Fire Department of God? Are you really that Hwata?”
The painter looked at Zhuge Liang with a slightly surprised expression.
He knew that he had recently been called Ye-ju Shin-ui.
“Do you know about me?”
“yes. There is a saying that the disease that can be lived is to Seongsu Shinui and the disease that cannot be lived is to Yeju Shinui.”
Zhuge Liang suddenly seemed excited.
I thought it was an uncommon medical doctor to treat for free in the slums, but that’s not the case.
“Did you say something like that? If Seong Susin-nim hears it, he will be sad.”
“Anyway, are you really angry with God?”
“Because it is.”
“and! I really never thought I could see you like this. I really respect you.”
Zhuge Liang’s expression was as if he had seen a celebrity that can only be seen on TV. In fact, that kind of heart was bigger than the painter.
Meeting Jegal Gongmyeong’s childhood in a place like this!
‘By the way… how do I do this? If I leave it alone, it gets caught, and if I touch it, it seems like I’m creating a problem for nothing…’
Anyway, he has already become a person here.
Then, wouldn’t it have nothing to do with future history? Or doesn’t the current situation that you think actually flow similarly to the future in the future? So in the end, will he be killed by Jojo?
The painter became a complicated mind this way and that.
“By the way, where are your brother and sister?”
“The older brother went to work and the younger sister is reading a book at home.”
“Did you not go to work because your sister was sick?”
“yes.”
“How long have you been living in this village?”
“no. I pass through this village, but I am staying in an empty house without an owner because there is a job available for Dalpo.”
“Okay then where are you going?”
“Shandong… Do I even have to tell you that?”
Zhuge Liang paused for a while as he spoke, then suddenly made a puzzled expression.
Only then did the painter realize that he was asking too persistently.
“Hehe, if you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. I just asked because I was curious. Go over there, rest, and take the medicine when it is ready.”
“yes.”
When the fireman pulled out the saliva from Zhuge Liang’s body, Zhuge Liang carried his younger brother on his back to a shady place and laid him down.
The painter felt uncomfortable sending Zhuge Liang like this while he was treating patients waiting in line behind him.
‘Jegal Gongmyeong’s childhood must have been a poverty-stricken nobleman.’
My mind was a bit confused.
‘Will you give me some money? But will the guy who left the book for treatment pay for it?’
If I offered him money, he would definitely refuse with a straight face.
‘I don’t think I’ll refuse if there’s some plausible excuse… What’s good?’
While the painter was agonizing, Bun-a mixed the medicine according to the prescription and handed it to Zhuge Liang.
Gegal-ryang tried to carry the medicine and carry his brother on his back again.
The fireman then hurriedly called Zhuge Liang.
“Jegalyang-ah.”
“Why is that? Senator.”
“If you are not busy, would you mind helping me with my work? As you can see, there are a lot of patients, so it’s because the staff is a little short.”
Zhuge Liang could not answer right away and pondered for a while.
Even though I left a book that I didn’t receive for treatment, my conscience was still stabbed.
‘I can’t work today anyway, so I’ll put my younger brother down there for a while and help him for half a day.’
“Yes, I will help you.”
When Zhuge Liang let his younger brother rest in the shade, the painter opened his mouth thinking inwardly that he was fortunate.
“First, decoct your sister’s medicinal herbs and feed them. And I’ll tell you what to do.”
“yes! You don’t have to… I get it. thank you.”
Zhuge Liang was about to refuse, but nodded when he saw his younger brother, who was still suffering from a high fever.
“Uncle Lord.”
When the painter called, Ok-joo came running.
“Yes, Senator.”
“Go get a pig or two.”
“Why did the pig suddenly… Oh, I get it.”
Ok-joo put on a puzzled expression, but when she saw the fireman’s eyes, she immediately nodded.
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