Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

The old woman at the side interrupted and said, "Sir, there is an abandoned ancestral hall at the east end of the village. It is spacious and close to a water source. It should be a good choice."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Han secretly approved of the old woman's proposal and nodded, saying, "What the old woman said makes sense. We can first go check out the ancestral hall to see if it is suitable for use as a medical clinic."

Then, Zhu Han turned to Zhu Biao and said, "Your Highness, regarding the construction and operation of the clinic, we need to apply to the court for financial and material support. At the same time, we also need to recruit some medical officers with excellent medical skills to come and see patients."

Zhu Biao nodded and agreed: "Uncle Han is right. I will immediately prepare a memorial to report the situation here in detail to my father and ask for the support of the court."

The middle-aged man bowed gratefully and said, "You two gentlemen are really good officials who care about the people. We mountain people are grateful to you!"

Zhu Han waved his hand and said modestly: "Brother, you are too polite. This is our duty as court officials. Next, we need the help of the villagers to prepare for the construction of the clinic."

The old woman and other villagers expressed their willingness to help. Zhu Han felt a warm feeling in his heart when he saw this. He continued, "Okay, then we will split up. Your Highness Zhu Biao will be responsible for applying for funds and materials from the court and recruiting medical officers; I will stay here and prepare for the construction of the clinic with the villagers."

Upon hearing this, the villagers responded one after another. Some expressed their willingness to provide labor, while others were willing to donate wood, bricks and other building materials. Seeing this, Zhu Han became more determined to build a clinic for his fellow villagers.

The next morning, Zhu Han and the villagers came to the abandoned ancestral hall at the east end of the village. After some investigation, everyone agreed that this was indeed an ideal location for building a medical clinic. So the villagers spontaneously organized themselves and began to clean up the debris inside and outside the ancestral hall, preparing for the renovation.

Zhu Han personally drew the layout of the clinic and discussed every detail with the villagers. He stressed that the layout of the clinic should be reasonable, which should be convenient for villagers to seek medical treatment and ensure the hygiene and safety of the clinic.

Under Zhu Han's leadership, the villagers were full of energy and devoted themselves to the construction of the clinic. Some of them carried bricks and stones, some cleared weeds, and others were responsible for leveling the ground. The whole ancestral hall was bustling with activity.

Zhu Han, holding a roll of blueprints, shuttled among the busy crowd, stopping from time to time to instruct and adjust the villagers who were working. He noticed that a young and strong man was carrying a huge stone slab and seemed to be struggling, so he stepped forward to lend a hand.

"Young man, come, let's lift it together." Zhu Han said, and together with the young man, he put the stone slab firmly in the designated position. The young man wiped his sweat gratefully and said with a smile: "Thank you, young master, you are really a humble official."

Zhu Han smiled slightly and shook his head, "We are all working for the villagers, there is no such thing as an official. What's your name?"

"My name is Daniu, sir." Daniu answered honestly.

Zhu Han nodded and continued to say to Daniu, "Daniu, the construction of this clinic cannot be sloppy. Every brick and stone must be firmly placed to ensure the safety of the clinic."

Daniu nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry, sir. I will do it carefully."

At this time, an old craftsman came over with a long ruler in his hand and said to Zhu Han respectfully: "Sir, look at the layout of this wall. I plan to build it like this. What do you think?"

Zhu Han took the ruler, measured carefully, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, let's follow this layout. Remember to leave more space for the doors and windows to facilitate the villagers to come in and out, and also to facilitate ventilation and light."

The old craftsman responded, "Okay, sir. I will definitely build this clinic as you instructed, solid and bright."

As time went by, the ancestral hall gradually regained new vitality. The villagers worked together to not only clean the inside and outside of the ancestral hall spotlessly, but also began to build new walls according to Zhu Han's design. Zhu Han would occasionally make fine adjustments to the design based on the on-site conditions to ensure that every corner of the clinic could play its maximum role.

The afternoon sun shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the busy construction site, bringing a touch of warmth to the hard-working villagers. Zhu Han stands on a high place, looking at this hopeful scene, and his heart is filled with relief.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came over with a basket full of hot food and tea. She smiled and said to Zhu Han, "Sir, everyone is hungry. I made some food for you. Come and have some."

Zhu Han thanked them immediately, took the food, and sat with the villagers, eating and chatting. He asked about the health and family situation of each villager with concern.

Uncle Li shook his head and forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, my old bones are still strong, but I occasionally catch a cold."

Zhu Han's heart tightened when he heard this, and he immediately took out a bottle of cold-relieving medicated oil from his arms and handed it to Uncle Li: "Uncle Li, this is some cold-relieving medicated oil. Apply it on your joints at night, and it may relieve some pain."

Uncle Li took the medicinal oil, his eyes slightly red, and thanked him repeatedly: "Young Master is really kind-hearted, I am very grateful."

At this time, a middle-aged woman, Aunt Zhang, took over the conversation. While serving rice, she said, "Sir, in our mountain area, it is common to lack doctors and medicine. Once your clinic is built, it will be much more convenient for our villagers to see a doctor."

Zhu Han smiled and nodded, his eyes full of determination: "Don't worry, Aunt Zhang, building a clinic is one of the important tasks of our trip. We will definitely do our best to make it easier for the villagers to see a doctor."

The big guy next to him also interrupted, "Sir, when will our clinic be completed? I can't wait to see the day it opens."

Zhu Han thought for a moment and answered seriously: "Daniu, as long as we work together, the clinic will be built soon. However, the specific time depends on everyone's progress and the support of the court."

Hearing this, Daniu's eyes sparkled with excitement: "Don't worry, sir. We mountain people have nothing but strength. For such a big event as building a clinic, we will definitely go all out!"

Zhu Han smiled and patted Daniu on the shoulder, encouraging him: "With your determination, the construction of our clinic will be smoother. However, in addition to strength, we also need to be careful and patient to ensure that every part of the clinic is strong and durable, so that the villagers can feel at ease to receive medical treatment."

Daniu smiled naively and said, "Don't worry, sir. We have always been down-to-earth in our work and will never be careless. Just tell me, what should we do next?" Zhu Han pointed to a pile of wood not far away and said, "Daniu, take a few young and strong brothers with you to transport these woods to the designated locations according to the markings on the drawings and prepare to build the main structure of the clinic. Remember, you must measure the dimensions and ensure that each piece of wood fits perfectly."

The big bull responded and called a few young men to help carry the wood. Some of them carried the wood on their shoulders or in their hands, or two of them worked together to lift the long wood. Their movements were coordinated and powerful, and soon the wood was neatly stacked in the designated area.

At this time, an old craftsman, Mr. Li, came over with a carving knife and a few wooden boards in his hand, and said to Zhu Han, "Sir, the doors and windows of the clinic have already been made. Do you think this style and size are suitable?"

Zhu Han took the board, examined it carefully, and nodded, saying, "Uncle Li's craftsmanship is superb. These doors and windows are both beautiful and practical. The size also fully meets the requirements. You just need to continue to make them according to this standard."

Hearing this, Uncle Li smiled with satisfaction: "Thank you for the compliment, sir. We mountain people have nothing but good craftsmanship. Don't worry, I will make the doors and windows beautiful."

After saying that, Uncle Li turned around and threw himself into the busy production. The carving knife flew flexibly in his hand, and amidst the flying wood chips, one exquisite door and window after another gradually took shape.

Zhu Han patrolled the construction site, giving guidance and encouragement to the villagers from time to time. He noticed several women weaving bamboo fences to enclose the courtyard of the clinic. He walked over and asked softly, "Aunties, how is the weaving going? Do you need any help?"

A middle-aged woman looked up and smiled, "Don't worry, sir. We are experienced fence builders. These bamboos are strong and durable, so the fence will definitely be solid. It's just that we have limited manpower, so the progress may be a little slow."

Zhu Han thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll ask a few young men to help you carry the bamboo and speed up the process. We have to try to finish building the clinic as soon as possible so that the villagers can use it sooner."

The women thanked him repeatedly, and Zhu Han called a few young men to help weave the fence. With their participation, the weaving speed of the fence was significantly faster.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sky is stained with sunset. Although the construction site has been busy all day, everyone's face is filled with smiles of satisfaction and expectation. Zhu Han stands on a high place, looking at the building that will soon become the guardian of the health of the villagers, and his heart is filled with pride and satisfaction.

At this time, Zhu Biao also hurried over, holding a letter in his hand, and said to Zhu Han: "Uncle Han, this is the news just received from the capital. The emperor has approved our request, agreed to allocate funds to support the construction of the clinic, and sent several medical officers with excellent medical skills to come and see patients."

Zhu Han was overjoyed when he heard this: "Great! This way, the construction of our clinic can be advanced faster. The villagers can also enjoy better medical services sooner."

Zhu Biao nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, now we can devote ourselves to the construction of the clinic with greater peace of mind. But Uncle Han, you must also take care of your health and don't get too tired."

Zhu Han smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I'm in good health. But we have to tell the good news to the villagers as soon as possible, so that they can be happy too."

Zhu Han and Zhu Biao smiled at each other, then turned and walked towards the busy villagers, ready to share the good news with them. Zhu Han shouted loudly: "Fellow villagers, I have good news to tell you!"

The villagers stopped what they were doing and gathered around, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation. Zhu Han cleared his throat and continued, "I just received news that His Majesty has approved our request and agreed to allocate funds to support us in building a clinic here, and will send a skilled medical officer to come and see patients!"

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers, and the old woman was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes: "That's great! Young Master, you are really our benefactor!"

The middle-aged man also clenched his fists, his eyes sparkling with gratitude: "Now we mountain people don't have to worry about seeing a doctor anymore. Thank you, gentlemen, and thank you, the court!"

Zhu Han smiled and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and continued: "However, the construction of the clinic still requires everyone's joint efforts. Next, we must speed up the progress to ensure that the clinic can be put into use as soon as possible."

Daniu was the first to respond: "Don't worry, sir. We will do our best! If there is anything you need us to do, just tell us!"

Zhu Han nodded, his eyes swept over every villager, his heart filled with gratitude and confidence: "Okay, then we will divide the work and cooperate. Daniel, you lead a few young and strong brothers to continue to carry materials and build the main structure of the clinic; aunties, you continue to weave fences and enclose the clinic's courtyard. Everyone should pay attention to safety and ensure the quality of the project."

The villagers responded one after another and returned to their jobs to continue their intense and orderly work.

Zhu Han and Zhu Biao shuttled between construction sites, providing guidance and encouragement from time to time.

Zhu Han walked over to a middle-aged man who was laying a wall. Seeing that his technique was a little unfamiliar, he gently reminded him, "Brother, when laying a wall, the bricks should be staggered and overlapped, so that the wall will be more stable."

The middle-aged man looked up and smiled honestly: "Thank you for your advice, sir. I will correct it right away." As he said that, he carefully adjusted the position of the bricks, and sure enough, the bricks were laid more neatly.

Not far away, several young women were weaving fences. They were skilled and the bamboo strips seemed to have life in their hands, jumping flexibly. Zhu Biao walked over and talked to them: "Aunties, this fence is really well woven, both strong and beautiful. You have worked hard."

An aunt wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile: "It's not hard. As long as we can do something for the village, we are happy."

At this time, carpenter Li Tiezhu came hurriedly, holding a newly made wooden beam in his hand, and said to Zhu Han: "Your Highness, this beam is ready. Where do you think it should be placed?"

Zhu Han took the wooden beam, examined it carefully, pointed to one side of the clinic and said, "Put it here. This place needs to bear the weight, remember to fix it firmly."

Li Tiezhu responded and took a few helpers to carefully lift the wooden beam to the designated position and began to fix it. Zhu Han checked on the side to ensure that every detail was perfect.

The sun gradually sets, and the last sunset glow in the sky gradually fades away. The lights on the construction site are bright, and the villagers are still full of energy. No one is willing to stop working. Zhu Han and Zhu Biao look at each other and smile, their hearts filled with emotion and admiration. (End of this chapter)