"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't hurt you, right?"
Qin Ming stretched out his hand to help the young man in front of him.
"It's okay. You're still injured, so be careful."
At this time, the middle-aged man who was chasing after him took a look at Qin Ming's clothes, then glanced at the personal guards beside Qin Ming, bowed and said:
"My younger brother bumped into Mr. Young. I apologize to you on his behalf. Please forgive him this time."
Qin Ming returned the gift and said:
"It's okay, brother, there's no need to be polite."
Zheng Sanlang straightened up, hesitated, and asked:
"I see that the young man is very handsome. I wonder what brings you here? Do you need me to help you lead the way?"
Realizing that many people around him were looking at this place, Qin Ming hesitated and said:
"I'm here to find someone, but right now, I have a question that I can't figure out. I wonder if I can ask you two for advice?"
Zheng Sanlang and Zheng Jiulang looked at each other, pointed to where they were sitting just now, and said:
"Please, Mr. Lang, please move."
Qin Ming nodded and followed the two of them to where they were sitting just now.
After the two parties exchanged names.
Qin Mingchao cupped his hands with Zheng Sanlang and asked straight to the point:
"Sanlang, I'm very curious. You obviously suffered such serious injuries, which may even affect your future life, but why don't I feel any pain from you?"
Zheng Sanlang chuckled and said:
"Xiao Langjun, you are not a member of the military, right?"
Qin Ming nodded, cupped his hands and said with a smile:
"Sanlang, you have a keen eye and you can see it at a glance. I admire you."
Zheng Sanlang laughed, glanced at his brother triumphantly, then came to Qin Ming's side and whispered:
"Young Master, I don't know. My general is in the Sixteenth Guards. He loves his soldiers as much as his own son. He is famous for protecting his enemies."
Qin Ming became even more confused.
"Does it have anything to do with whether you feel pain or not whether Chief Yuchi protects you or not?"
Zheng Sanlang pursed his lips and smiled and said:
"Of course it matters."
"There is an unwritten rule among our Youwu Guards. In every battle, those who are injured in the army can receive more military merit."
As he spoke, Zheng Sanlang raised his left arm wrapped in gauze and said:
"For someone who is injured and disabled like this, his military merit will at least be doubled! Hehe."
After saying this, Zheng Erlang secretly glanced at the personal guards behind Qin Ming.
Qin Ming originally wanted to ask again, but when he saw the simple smile of the man in front of him, he swallowed the words that were on his lips.
He stood up, cupped his hands towards the two of them, and said:
"Thank you very much for clearing up your doubts. I'll take my leave now."
Seeing this, the two Zheng brothers stood up quickly and bowed in return.
After walking a certain distance, Yuchi Gong's bodyguard suddenly said:
"Qin joined the army, do you feel that no matter how many military achievements he has, it will not be enough to offset the pain they have suffered?"
Qin Ming suddenly stopped when he heard this.
He turned around and looked at him in surprise. The guard glanced at him, nodded, and said:
"The idea is indeed there."
The guard patiently explained:
"That's because these injured and disabled people, with their extra military merit, are enough for them to buy ten acres of fertile land in their hometown."
"Even if they are disabled, as long as they have these ten acres of fertile land, it is enough for them to marry a wife and live a comfortable life."
When Qin Ming heard this, his heart couldn't help but throb, and he felt even more mixed emotions.
He didn't know whether he should lament the simplicity of the Chinese people at this time, or whether he should lament the hardships of the world.
No wonder the Internet once said that some people were born in Rome, and some people were born as cows and horses.
This is not how the world should be!
China has been inherited for thousands of years. We can shed our blood and sacrifice our lives for the sake of the country and justice.
But you shouldn't, and you can't, just put your head on your belt and fight for a mere ten acres of fertile land.
At this moment, Qin Ming's heart ached.
He also knew that there were many reasons for all this.
But in his opinion, the most important things are three points.
First, the low productivity of the Tang Dynasty left many people without enough food or clothing.
Second, the cultural level of the people in the Tang Dynasty was too low, resulting in ordinary people having too few opportunities to get ahead.
Third, just a few years after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, most citizens did not yet have that kind of heartfelt sense of national pride and national self-confidence.
Thinking of this, Qin Ming secretly made up his mind to do his best to change people's lives.
Qin Ming thought as he walked, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the door of the main house.
"Sir, if you don't come, Lady Baili will ask her subordinates to go to the government office to look for you."
Qin Ming came back to his senses, raised his head, and saw Zi Shu at a glance, holding a basin of blood.
"Baili? Where is she now?"
Zi Shu looked towards the main room, raised his chin and said:
"Ms. Baili is in the house, bandaging the wounds of the wounded."
Qin Ming nodded and said:
"You go ahead and do your work. I'll go into the house and find him myself."
After saying that, Qin Ming stepped into the main room.
Qin Ming looked around and quickly found Baili Zhi who was suturing the wounds of the wounded among a dozen doctors.
The doctors who came out of Qin Mansion Academy were busy bandaging the wounded again, so they didn't notice Qin Ming entering the room.
On the contrary, it was the injured in the room who looked at Qin Ming curiously after hearing the footsteps.
About a quarter of an hour later, Baili Zhi finally re-bandaged the wounded man's wound.
She raised her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves, smiled and explained to the wounded:
"Be careful before removing the stitches. Don't disturb the wound. Come back in two days to change the dressing."
The wounded soldier blushed and bowed to Baili Zhi.
"Thanks..."
After saying that, the wounded soldier's face turned even redder. Without raising his head, he turned around suddenly and stumbled towards the door.
Baili Zhi pursed her lips, smiled and shouted at the door:
"Next."
Before the wounded came in, Qin Ming ran up to Bai Lizhi and said with a smile:
"Baili, are you looking for me?"
Baili Zhi was startled, covering her chest and taking two steps back.
After she saw the person clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Ming's eyes unconsciously lingered on Yaoxianzi's rolling waves for a while.
"It didn't scare you, did it?"
Baili Zhi pursed her lips and whispered:
"No."
Qin Ming said:
"I heard from Zi Shu that you have something to do with me?"
When Baili Zhi heard this, she thought of business.
She raised her head and said timidly:
"Chief, there are too many wounded in the city. There are three wounded camps as big as this one in the city. If we only rely on the doctors we brought, we may not be able to treat them."
Qin Ming frowned when he heard this and said:
"Then what do you think?"
Baili Zhi hesitated for a moment and said:
"Baili wants to recruit some apprentices here and let them be responsible for cleaning and bandaging wounds. Please ask the mountain chief for permission."
Qin Ming smiled and nodded, saying:
"This is no problem. You write down the recruitment requirements tonight, and tomorrow I will ask people from the county government to help recruit some."
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