mesbooks Chapter 625 Experience
Chapter 625 Experience
Zhang Pingan said without hesitation, "Okay, then write us a prescription first. Just follow what Doctor Lin said. Give us the best medicine. I'll send someone to the clinic later to pay the money and pick up the medicine."
"I understand. Sir Zhang, please rest assured that I will do my best to treat you," Master Lin bowed.
Then he said goodbye to a few people and left.
Zhang Ping'an then ordered his men to eat and send Mr. Lin back, and to get the medicine at the same time.
At this time, Brother Luo wiped his face and said with gratitude and hesitation: "Ping'an, thank you very much. If I hadn't met you, I really don't know what I would have done."
He really couldn't let his old father groan in pain every day and night and stay in bed, but he really didn't have the extra ability to treat him. It was a very complicated and desperate feeling.
It is not something that ordinary people can understand.
He even thought that instead of living such a hard life, it would be better to die with his old father, but his two sons and his second brother's two nephews were still unmarried, and he was worried.
He can't live well, and he doesn't dare to die. This is probably his current life situation!
"Brother Luo, it's all in the past. Just like you said, you happened to run into us. What does this mean? This is God's will. Things will get better in the future. I'll find you a new place to stay, and then find a carpenter to make you a wheelchair. This place is too damp and dark. It's really not suitable for recuperation."
"This..." Brother Luo hesitated for a while and looked at his old father on the bed.
Mr. Luo naturally refused and repeatedly declined.
"Ping'an, you've spent so much money on my medical treatment, it's enough. I know you're a high-ranking official now, so you must have no worries about food and clothing, but the world is not doing well now, so it's best to save more. Your money didn't come from the wind."
Zhang Pingan disagreed, "Uncle Luo, if I didn't have the ability, it would be fine. But now that I have the ability, how can I leave your family alone like this? What kind of person would I be then?"
Young Master Luo wanted to refuse, but Elder Brother Luo finally accepted it out of consideration for his father's health. "Dad, please don't say anything more. Your health is more important. When things get better at home, I will pay you back slowly. If I can't pay it back, you still have your grandchildren to look after you!"
In fact, Zhang Ping'an never expected the Luo family to pay back the money. This was just his good intention.
But I didn't say anything more at the moment, so as to avoid having to thank them over and over again. It would be fine if this would make them feel at ease.
Anyway, he would never take the money.
He just continued, "I wonder what kind of work you and your nephews are doing now, and how much they're paid? Saving money is worse than saving money. You can't just sit around and wait for the savings to run out. Taking money from Peter to pay Paul isn't a long-term solution. We have to address the problem at its source. If necessary, I'll keep an eye out over the next two days to see if there's anything suitable for you to do and I can offer you a job."
"I used to work in an iron mine. After Kaifeng was recovered, I gained my freedom. It was also the time of a change of dynasty, and the emperor granted special privileges, so I found a job as a book engraver in the city," Brother Luo replied slowly.
After saying that, he smiled and was obviously quite satisfied with the job.
He continued, "Although it's not as respectable as working in the government office before, at least I don't have to do hard labor. It's a million times better than working in the iron mine, and the income is decent. It's because people saw that I can read, am a scholar, and have a steady personality that they allowed me to go.
Your nephews are not so lucky. The eldest and second oldest are relatively strong. They usually run errands for people in the city, carry goods, and do odd jobs for landlords during the busy farming season. The third and fourth oldest are thinner. They mainly repair roof tiles for people and sell nightshades at night. They don't make much money, but they can barely make a living."
"It's great to be able to support yourself," Zhang Pingan praised.
Although the jobs were not decent, Zhang Ping'an knew that even pouring night incense was divided into different territories at that time, and you couldn't just pour it whenever you wanted.
If you earn a penny, you have to give half of it to the local tyrant.
"But my nephews are of marriageable age. These jobs don't have much future. They still have to make a living by writing to stay in the long run. I have arranged for someone to come and inform you in the next two days. What do you think, Brother Luo?" Zhang Pingan asked.
"This... this is of course perfect!" Brother Luo said with a smile, unable to refuse this arrangement at all.
He can endure hardships, but he doesn't want his children to suffer the same way he did.
"Ping'an, you have really achieved great success. My father was right about you. He always told me that you and another boy named Liu Shengyuan will definitely have great success in the future. It turned out to be true!" Master Luo leaned back on the bed, his face full of memories.
Then he said seriously: "You have already spent a lot of money, and I shouldn't ask you to arrange these things. But as a respected person, I can't help but consider future generations. Today, I will shamelessly accept this favor. If my family gets better in the future, I will definitely..."
Before Master Luo could finish his words, Zhang Pingan held his hand and interrupted him. He said softly, "Uncle Luo, you don't need to say more. I understand everything. Just like when you helped our family to buy medicinal seeds, you didn't expect anything in return, did you?
I'm just imitating your original behavior. This is your blessing. You don't have to worry about anything. Just focus on recuperating. I'll take care of everything!"
Upon hearing this, Master Luo could no longer utter any words of refusal. Gradually, he began to choke up and could only say repeatedly, "Okay, okay, good boy!"
After Master Luo calmed down a bit, Zhang Pingan asked hesitantly, "Uncle Luo, Brother Luo, would you mind telling me about what happened after the war? Have you seen anyone from our Zhangjia Village, or my fourth sister and her family? I haven't known where they are since we last met, and I've been thinking about them forever!"
"There's nothing inconvenient to say about this. It's all in the past." Although Brother Luo said it frankly, his face was full of bitterness.
The wars in recent years can't be described by just one word: suffering; it's more of a tragedy. He has seen too many human tragedies in these years.