The literary giants of the late Ming Dynasty began by copying books

Chapter 188 Fighting with Famous Doctors

The people on both sides were very good at throwing stones. They didn't hit the body at all, they just threw them at the face, forehead and cheeks. While throwing stones, they avoided the opponent's stones.

Although most of the stones were able to escape, a few people were unlucky, and within a short time, more than a dozen people were dragged off the battlefield with their skin and flesh torn.

"What's going on here?"

Wang Wenlong was stunned. He saw with his own eyes a big stone hit a young man's head, and the young man was shot open, causing blood to pour out.

But the injured young man was not afraid at all, he picked up a bigger stone and threw it out.

"Mr. Wang, let's hide quickly." Before Wang Wenlong could react, the steward of the Ou family beside him had already dragged him away.

Wang Wenlong was still confused in his mind. It wasn't until he was dragged to the river bank and the Ou family explained that Wang Wenlong came to his senses.

What he just witnessed was a famous scene along the coast of Fujian in ancient times - a fight with weapons.

Fighting is a common practice in many places along the coast of Fujian. In fact, it is not just Fujian, but also the Chaoshan area where Fujian and Guangdong cultures extend. The largest one in the Qing Dynasty was the Zhangquan militia battle, and of course the Kamata militia battle was not small either.

This is not because the people of Fujian and Guangdong like to fight, but because the land of Fujian and Yue is small and the people are poor. They have encountered the problem of competition for resources very early. No matter how much local resources are developed, they cannot feed all the people, so there is only one way left. ——Steal other people’s resources for your own survival.

As long as there is competition for resources, local villages will unite and compete for many things: the right to open a market, the right to merchants' road, the right to unload shipping, the ownership of Chaishan Caoshan, Shatian... and even the right to welcome gods. There will be a fight if you accidentally cross the border during the game.

The stone-throwing that Wang Wenlong saw just now was not due to randomness, but an old local tradition in Putian. Local coastal villages agreed that people would gather at the seaside from the second to the seventh day of the first lunar month every year to perform a "stone-throwing show." It is said to be a game, but it is also a way of fighting. Even if you are seriously injured, you must "suffer without speaking and die without complaining." Otherwise, you will be laughed at by other villages. If you leave the coward's village, the crops in the fields will be ruined. , even disputed properties will be snatched away.

This culture also helped locals train special talents. During the Southern Song Dynasty, the Xinghua Army in Fujian Province specially recruited "stone-hand troops" in the Putian area of ​​Xinghua, and they were very accurate at throwing stones at the enemy on the battlefield.

The Ou family is a prominent family in Fenggu, Putian, and the steward of the Ou family is quite respectable in the local area. As soon as he settled Wang Wenlong, he hurriedly went to inquire about the situation.

After a while, the steward asked for the result.

"This fight is because of the fight for crossing."

All because of the earthquake in South Australia a few months ago, a large amount of relief supplies had to be transferred through Putian.

The Putian Plain is divided into two oceans, the north and the south, by Mulan River. When goods pass through Putian, most of them have to cross a river. There is only one Ninghai Bridge for land transportation on Mulan River. When there is an overabundance of goods, they have to go through the ferry. The surge in goods makes the ferry business profits soar.

According to what the steward knew, similar fighting was going on at all the six ferry crossings in Putian at this time. Behind the scenes, they were either supported by the high-ranking surnames or the Lianxiang alliance wanted to share the benefits of the crossings with their allies. Ninghai Bridge was also blocked. Yes, no one can get through it until the result is obtained.

Wang Pingbao asked: "Isn't there an eunuch Wu in Xinghua Mansion? He doesn't care if he fights for his death like this?"

The steward of the Ou family laughed when he heard this and said: "How can the eunuchs take care of the armed fighting? Anyway, just let the people fight for a few days and the results will come out. When the time comes, they will cooperate with whichever side wins."

Wang Wenlong was speechless for a while. The fight on the shore was so hot that he couldn't get through it for a while, so he could only go to stay in a hotel on the shore together.

In the next few days, the armed fighting at Sanjiangkou became more and more intense, and even guns and artillery were deployed. The situation was so bad that Xinghua Fucheng sent guardsmen to suppress the situation. Guard soldiers also have to live in the local area for a long time, and they also don’t want to make a fuss, so they do not join in the fighting, but just maintain the order of the battlefield on the side, lest this group of people get anxious and run to the other side’s shore to destroy the “enemy’s logistics”.

Fortunately, these fighting people were only fighting for the right to cross the river. Although Wang Wenlong and others lived in the hotel and could not leave, they did not encounter any danger.

With nothing going on, Wang Wenlong and other businessmen simply went to the shore to watch the battle.

They stood very far away and did not block the logistics routes of the local villagers, and the local villagers did not care about them.

It was not good for either side to fight for a long time, so the intensity of the battle suddenly increased on the third day, and both sides wanted to quickly decide the outcome.

Wang Wenlong stood on the dirt bag and watched for less than a quarter of an hour before more than a dozen people on both sides were dragged off the battlefield in red and colorful clothes.

Basically no one could die, because the logistics were so convenient. As soon as a man became famous, his mother-in-law dragged him home to have him bandaged. Minor illnesses and injuries could be cured in a few days.

At this time, Wang Wenlong saw the hotel owner instructing the waiters to set up a large pot and drag bags of medicinal materials to the pot.

The boss is naturally a member of the village, but this time he was obliged to prepare plasters for the villagers to treat their injuries.

A man in his twenties' eyes lit up and he ran to the iron pot.

You could tell he was from Jiangnan as soon as he opened his mouth and asked: "Boss, do you have any extra medicinal materials in your village? I want to buy some for urgent use in the south."

The boss said in Mandarin with a grand local accent: "Now the village is in a shortage of medicinal materials. Where can I find any extra for you businessmen?"

After hearing this, the young man opened his suitcase, pointed to the medical book inside and said, "I am a doctor who came to Fujian specifically to help with disaster relief, not a businessman."

"Zhao'an, Nan'ao was hit by a disaster, and many people died. It's winter now, and an epidemic is spreading. I was originally going to go across the river to buy things, but now I've been trapped for two days and can't move. Treating patients is like putting out fires. Seeing as you are all from Fujian. For the sake of humanity, please help me, boss."

The innkeeper said with a smile: "Zhao'an? I won't save the dead in the village opposite Sanjiangkou. Who is he from Zhao'an?"

The young doctor was stunned when he heard this. Wang Wenlong watched for a while and couldn't help but be curious about the doctor. Since he had nothing to do, he walked up and struck up a conversation and asked: "Hello, sir, where is your family name?"

The young doctor looked at Wang Wenlong with some vigilance. Seeing that Wang Wenlong was accompanied by a servant, he felt that his status was slightly higher and replied: "I am from Wuzhong, my name is Wu Youxing, and I have a good name."

Wang Wenlong was stunned when he heard this, Wu Youke? What a coincidence. Even if you stay in a hotel for a few days, you can meet a great medical scientist from the late Ming Dynasty.

Wang Wenlong quickly raised his hands and said, "Hello, Mr. Wu, my name is Wang Wenlong and my courtesy name is Jianyang."

"Wang Jianyang? You dare to be Mr. Jingguan who wrote the "Changzhou Announcement"?" Wu Youxing's expression instantly turned to respect and said: "I like your theory the most, and the "Tianyan Lun" is really good!"

The roar of cannons on the riverside didn't stop for a while. Fortunately, Wang Wenlong invited Wu Youxing to come back to the hotel to talk.

(End of this chapter)