Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 21 Success is an orange, failure is an orange
Wang Heng and the others stayed in the guest room of Zhuge House. It was already afternoon when they woke up. It was rainy that day and the temperature dropped sharply.

The three of them were about to get up and wash up. They had already been dressed by servants. Because the weather was cold, Zhuge Xian gave each of them a brocade robe.

Mr. Wei looked at the two young men and said with a smile: "People are more handsome based on their clothes."

Wang Cai was very happy and said: "The main reason is that I was born too handsome and my family is too poor. God can't stand it. It's my turn to get good clothes."

Wang Heng smiled bitterly and said: "Many troubles in my family are caused by inequality rather than scarcity, so there is a commotion every year when I am cutting off my spring clothes or autumn clothes."

Mr. Wei solemnly said: "There is a concubine on the left and a concubine on the right, and a house full of concubines and concubines. This should not be your burden. If you stand upright and keep your feet on the ground, you will definitely be able to accomplish something in the future."

Wang Heng thought thoughtfully. Because he was the youngest son in the family, his father and brothers all developed irresponsible temperaments and became eldest sons who were wealthy and incompatible with their wealth and strength. To put it more simply, they were incompetent. of good people.

In just over ten years, they have completely destroyed the huge wealth allocated to them by the family. They still ask for resources from the family with peace of mind. Relying on the prestige of their uncle, they are still unable to secure a position as a humble official. Really? Yes, it's embarrassing.

In the autumn rain, Zhuge Xian and the three of them were having tea in the flower hall.

At dusk, the maid came to report that the doctor had come for a follow-up visit, and they went to the guest room to have a look.

The man who was rescued was put into clean clothes by the maid, his hair was combed, and his face was cleansed. After a night's rest, his face looked better.

The doctor took a pulse, nodded and said that there was some improvement compared to yesterday, and ordered him to cook a bowl of gruel for three meals a day, and fry the herbs according to yesterday's prescription for two days, and the fever would subside.

Mr. Wei was puzzled: "The patient's expression is normal, but he wants to speak but can't speak. What's going on?"

The doctor looked at the patient's tongue coating and said, "It seems that he lost his voice due to excessive fright. I'll give it a try with a few needles."

After that, he took out the silver needle from the medicine box he carried with him, inserted one needle into Hegu and Tanzhong, left the needle for two seconds and pulled it out. The patient let out a long sigh of relief.

Mr. Wei asked hurriedly: "Are you the He scholar who lives in Zhuangyuanfang, the county seat?"

The patient coughed, nodded, and said in a weak voice: "Exactly."

Everyone looked happy, and Mr. Wei said: "That's very good. We were sent by the county government king Dianshi to look for you, and we happened to find you. Now you just need to rest in peace and recover, and we will go and deliver the message to your home."

After several people exited the guest room, Mr. Wei told Zhuge Xian that he wanted to see Zhuge Bojun.

Zhuge Bojun invited them to serve tea in the study. Mr. Wei said: "The patient rescued yesterday is exactly the He scholar we are looking for. His merits can be considered complete."

Zhuge Bojun nodded and said: "The person disappeared in our village. Now that he has been found, I am relieved. It's time to send a few servants to the county to report the news. Sir, please just give your orders."

Mr. Wei raised his eyebrows and said: "If we go to the He family to deliver a letter, the He family will have to send someone to pick up his uncle. I promised you to keep the secret of Gaolong Village that day. What should I say in this letter?"

Zhuge Bojun took a few steps and said: "I went to the public office today to take charge of the affairs. I have already informed the village leaders that our village must change in order to adapt to today's life. The entrance and exit of the village should have been free and unobstructed. It was kept secret in the past." There’s no need to keep it a secret.”

Mr. Wei sighed softly, with some disapproval, and said: "Mr. Zhuge is open-minded and enterprising, and I admire you very much. However, I still want to remind you of an inappropriate remark. I am afraid that the 200-year old rules in your village will no longer be the same over time." It is easy to change. Although Mr. Mister won the battle last night, except for the three members and the four members, they will not give in easily. Mister, you may as well take a smaller step and gradually turn the changes into improvements. In time, the family will surely prosper."

Zhuge Xian completely did not understand that measures advocating friendship and justice would not be accepted. Although Wang Heng and Wang Cai also applauded Zhuge Bojun's changes, they had read the story "Ao Xianggong Drinks Hate Banshan Hall" after all, and felt that Mr. Wei's advice Not without reason.

Zhuge Bojun didn't want Mr. Wei to have this opinion, so he said it very sincerely. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Mr. Wei is absolutely right. It's because I was too impatient. On the surface, I didn't need to make a big show of it, which aroused the resentment of the clan elders."

After a pause, he added: "I'm afraid the county won't be able to figure out the way to our village for a while. They asked them to come to our village to pick up Xiucai He, but they made a mistake. It would be better to say that they found it near Changle Village, because Xiucai He had something on him." He is injured and will not be moved for a few days. We asked them to come to the warehouse of Tianyi Hall in Changle Village to pick up He Xiucai the day after tomorrow." Mr. Wei also felt that this was a very appropriate statement, so he asked Wang Heng to write two letters, one Write a letter to Wang Dianshi, telling him that He Xiucai has been found, and asking him to send people to He's house together with Zhuang Ding, who sent the letter, to prove it.

Another letter was sent to the eldest grandma of the He family, indicating that the Yamen had found He Xiucai. Because his injury was not serious, he was asked to stay where he was for a few days to recuperate. He was in the warehouse of Tianyi Hall in Changle Village. The He family could go there in the future. When you bring them back, you can let the messenger who delivers the message serve as your guide.

Zhuge Bojun sent two capable confidants to ride the good horses in the village into the city to deliver the message.

Mr. Wei warned: "You must first send a message to Wang Dianshi's house, asking him to send someone to go with you. If you go alone, I'm afraid the He family will think you are a bandit, which will delay the opportunity."

At this point, the three of them relaxed, and Zhuge Xian accompanied them to play around. Wang Cai said: "A Xian is not afraid that we will see through the trap."

Zhuge Xian said sadly: "Zhuge's Eight Formations are not designed for good friends."

He lives in a remote mountain village and rarely has playmates of his own age.

Wang Cai patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Zhuge is going to send about ten children to the county academy. Why don't you come too?"

Zhuge Xian was quite moved, but knowing that Zhuge Bojun still needed his help, he could only wait until later.

After two meals of thin porridge, He Xiucai felt much better.

He said that suddenly the water rolled towards him, and he was so frightened that he fainted.

I don’t know how long it took. When he woke up, he was rushed to the river. He felt that his right foot was in severe pain. He slowly crawled into the woods. He was injured and cold. He was so burned that he was confused and couldn’t recall clearly. , there seems to be a big orange tree, covered with yellow wild oranges, and I rely on oranges to survive these days.

Wang Cai looked at his face and said, "As expected, his face is sallow. It's like this after eating too many oranges."

Mr. Wei said nonchalantly: "He Xiucai probably found his way into the village by picking oranges."

He Xiucai said curiously: "Mr. Wei is really amazing. That day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were a few orange trees in the middle of the big bamboo forest that were full of lovely orange fruits. So shopkeeper Xiaojin and I picked a few to satisfy our hunger."

Wang Heng couldn't help laughing and said: "In this way, He Xiucai is really a mandarin orange in success and a mandarin orange in defeat."

He Xiucai asked again: "What day is it today?"

Mr. Wei said: "October [-]th."

He Xiucai was shocked: "How come two months have passed? I thought it was only a few days."

It turned out that He Xiucai's memory was intermittent. He only remembered falling by the water, eating oranges to survive, and having a fever combined with cold and heat.

His real consciousness was fully recovered in this guest room. As for the Zhuge Village team that rescued him and used the door panel to carry him out of the underground river, He Xiucai had no memory at all.

After all, Mr. Wei was older and more knowledgeable, and consoled him: "In fact, it is also your good fortune. If a person with clear consciousness had to be alone for several months and his legs and feet were injured, how desperate it would be. I am afraid that he would have lost his consciousness. I can’t save my life.”

Everyone thought it was very reasonable.

　Signed contract

　　
　
(End of this chapter)