Three generations of the Mao family were passed down alone. When Mao Jiao learned that his only son had died, he was very anxious. He rushed to Baisha Village and rushed directly into the Zhao Mansion. He grabbed a servant of the Zhao Mansion and asked where his son was.

The servant saw a fierce and strong man grabbing him and asking where his son was. The servant was scared to death. The pirates had just come a few days ago, and now he met such a man again. Naturally, he thought that the pirates were back again. The servant

He was so frightened that he shouted: "The pirates are coming! The pirates are coming!"

At this time, several heads of the Zhao family were not at home. Zhao Fuxiang was tied to his buttocks outside, Zhao Heng was training new troops in the military camp, Zhao Zhikuan was repairing equipment in the factory to resume production, and Ma Guilan was tending to the newly unearthed second-generation potatoes.

, Sun Jing is studying how to form an industrialized process for the production of penicillin.

The servant shouted loudly and led out a guest from the mansion. This guest was Zhang Hongsi, Zhang Hongsi, Zhang Wenming's second son and Zhao Heng's brother-in-law.

A few days ago, the news that Zhang Side encountered pirates at his wedding reached Fucheng, and Zhang Wenming also got the news. As a father, he was naturally very worried about his daughter, but now that his daughter had just gotten married, it was hard for his father-in-law to go directly to visit his daughter.

It was safe, so I sent my junior Zhang Hongsi over, under the guise of coming to pay a visit to Zhao Fuxiang, the third uncle of the Zhao family, but in reality, he came to see how his daughter was doing.

Zhang Hongsi was relieved when he arrived at Zhao's house and found that nothing happened. However, none of the elders of the Zhao family were at home at this time. Zhang Hongsi couldn't bear to leave after seeing his sister, so he waited at Zhao's house for his master to come back. After meeting him, he went home.

Say hello to your father.

Zhang Hongsi was chatting with his sister when he suddenly heard a roar of chaos outside, and a hoarse voice shouted that pirates were coming. Zhang Side was frightened by the events of the past few days, and quickly stood up and prepared to ask the maid Xiaoyu to close the door.

Zhang Hongsi was more courageous. At the same time, he thought that it was daytime. How could any pirate be so bold as to go ashore and plunder during the day? At the same time, he knew that there were officers and soldiers stationed on the island, so Zhang Hongsi said: "Sister, don't panic, I will

Go out and see what’s going on!”

Zhang Si pulled Zhang Hongsi to prevent him from going out and risking his life, but how could Zhang Hongsi, who was young and energetic, listen to his sister's advice, open the door and walk out.

Zhao Heng's yard is on the left side. When he went out, he saw a tall middle-aged man grabbing a servant on the corridor. The shout was made by the servant. Zhang Hongsi looked at the middle-aged man who was not dressed like a pirate.

At the same time, he was still alone, so he knew that this was definitely not a pirate, but probably some enemy of Zhao Fuxiang, who came to seek revenge.

As long as he's not a pirate, Zhang Hongsi came to the middle-aged man and asked with a smile: "Brother, what can I do for you?"

Mao Jiao looked at the thin young man in front of him and thought it was Zhao Heng, the son of Zhao Fuxiang. Mao Jiao frowned and asked, "Who are you? Are you Zhao Heng, the son of Zhao Fuxiang?"

Zhang Hongsi smiled slightly, and then said: "This eldest brother, my surname is Zhang Hongsi, and his father is Zhang Wupo of Qiongzhou!"

Zhang Wenming's nickname is Wupo. Everyone in the cultural circle in Fucheng knows it. Mao Jiao naturally knows it too. He was stunned when he heard that the young man in front of him was Zhang Wenming's son. But he immediately realized that Zhao Fuxiang's son married Zhang Wenming's daughter, Zhang Wenming's son.

Appearing in the Zhao family is nothing.

Mao Jiao dared to deal with Zhao Fuxiang, but he was absolutely

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He couldn't bear the consequences of offending Zhang Wenming for his son who dared not insult Zhang Wenming. Mao Jiao put down the servant he was holding, then twirled his beard and said: "It turns out that I am the son of an old friend, I am living in Hainan temporarily.

The post of commander of the health branch!"

Although Zhang Hongsi looked down on soldiers, the guy in front of him was also one of the senior leaders of Qiongzhou, so Zhang Hongsi quickly straightened his clothes, bowed to the ground and said: "It turns out to be Uncle Mao. My nephew Zhang Hongsi has met my uncle!"

"

Zhang Wenming and Mao Jiao had no friendship, but Zhang Hongsi and Mao Shaohong were classmates. Both of them were registered students in Qiongshan County School, so it was reasonable to call Mao Jiao uncle.

Mao Jiaojiao nodded and asked: "Nephew Zhang Xian, my son is recuperating in this house. Do you know where he is?"

Zhang Hongsi was stunned after hearing this. He really didn't know that Mao Shaohong was on the island. He turned to the servant and asked: "Here, is Mao Shaohong in the house?"

The servant hurriedly said: "Go back to my uncle, the young master of the Mao family is indeed recuperating in the house. I will take the two masters there right now!"

Under the leadership of Jia Ding, Mao Jiao finally met his precious son. When he saw his son's snow-white face, Mao Jiao was really heartbroken. He rushed over to take a good look at his son, and then asked with concern: "Hong'er,

How did you become like this?"

Mao Shaohong was only seventeen years old. Although he was considered an adult in the Ming Dynasty, he was still a child after all. Now that he saw his father coming, Mao Shaohong's hard work in the past few days came to his heart and he cried.

Said: "Dad, why are you here?"

Seeing his son crying, Mao Jiao was also heartbroken. He cursed: "This damn Zhao Fuxiang, he lied to me and said that he would send you to Zhang Juren's home to apprentice, but he didn't know that he tricked you to come to Haidian Island.

He was so seriously injured, I will give Zhao Fuxiang a few whips soon to vent my anger on Hong'er!"

After speaking, Mao Jiao opened the quilt to check his son's injuries. When he discovered that his leg was injured, Mao Jiao took a deep breath. When he saw his son's leg injury, he knew something was wrong. Mao Shaohong was hit by several gravels on his leg.

The most serious wound was about the size of a small bowl. At the same time, this wound touched the femoral artery, so the bleeding continued.

Mao Jiao was a soldier. According to his experience, he would definitely not survive such a large wound on his leg, not to mention that injuries from ancient firearms were very easy to cause infection. Although Mao Shaohong's leg wound now looks scary, the surrounding tissue is ruddy.

There were no signs of necrosis, and the wound had scabbed over, with new pink flesh exposed on the edge, proving that Mao Shaohong's wound was recovering well.

Seeing his son like this, Mao Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Hong'er, the ancestors of the Mao family have really blessed you. Although your legs look dangerous, there shouldn't be any major problems. After a few months of rest, they will be as good as ever!"

Mao Shaohong knew that his leg was fine. He smiled and said: "Dad, this is all the blood transfusion that Brother Zhao gave his son, and the power of Mrs. Zhao's magic medicine!"

Mao Jiao knew what blood transfusion was. After asking about it, he was amazed that Mrs. Zhao actually had such magical skills. This kind of medical skills was comparable to that of the miracle doctor Hua Tuo and Bian Que.

Zhang Hongsi, like the intellectuals of this era, liked to read miscellaneous books very much, and he also had some knowledge of medical books. Medical books in ancient China were similar to those of gods and monsters. Normal medical skills were mixed with legends such as head-changing and heart-changing. Intellectuals in the Ming Dynasty were inspired by Wang Yangming

The influence of psychology has been very particular

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I am a student of the study of things, so I don’t really believe in those gods and monsters.

Zhang Hongsi was the same. When he saw the strange legends in medical books, he regarded them as just stories. But today he heard that there was such a miraculous medical skill. Naturally, he was very curious. He asked: "Dear brother, what do you mean?

What kind of medical skill is blood transfusion?"

Zhang Hongsi was blocked by Mao Jiao just now, and Mao Shaohong didn't see him. Now when he heard the conversation, he realized that there was another person at the door. When Mao Shaohong saw that it was his classmate, the child prodigy Zhang Hongsi, he quickly sat up straight and raised his hands and said:

"It turns out to be Brother Zhonghe. I didn't know that Senior Brother was coming and I didn't go out to greet him. I'm really guilty!"

Zhang Hongsi didn't pay much attention, but smiled and said: "It's nothing. I accompanied Uncle Mao just now. Brother Xian, what kind of miraculous medical skill is the blood transfusion you just mentioned?"

Mao Shaohong was still somewhat conscious when he was brought here, so Zhao Heng kept in mind the process of blood transfusion given to him. Now Mao Shaohong explained the process. Zhang Hongsi was surprised after hearing it. He did not expect blood transfusion recorded in medical books.

There are really people who know how to use this magic. Thinking of this picture, Hong Si became even more interested and asked: "Brother Xian, who uses this magic?"

"It's the eldest lady of the Zhao family!"

It turned out to be Zhao Heng's mother. After asking about it, Zhang Hongsi made up his mind. He must ask his sister for help this time to find out what this blood transfusion technique is all about!

Mao Jiao was a soldier. Hearing that these two little scholars were getting confused, he quickly said: "Hong'er, nephew, we will talk about this later. Hong'er's body is not feeling well yet. Let's go home and recuperate first! Wait.

Hong'er is fine, daddy is helping you clean up Zhao Fuxiang to vent your anger!"

When he heard his father asked him to go home, Mao Shaohong said quickly: "Dad, my son is not going back! In the past two months, my son has learned a lot. In these troubled times, there is no shortage of scholars. What is lacking are military generals and those who are willing to save the country and the people.

A wise man! My son does not want to go home and be an ordinary scholar. My son wants to stay on the island and join the army with Mr. Zhao to serve the country!"

When Mao Jiao heard what his son said, he was so angry that he didn't twist his nose. Ten generations of his ancestors had been soldiers. He had long known the hardships of being a Qiu Ba. He had originally planned to let Mao Shaohong study so that his descendants could leave the military household and become officials in the future.

My son, I don’t know what the unlucky son of Zhao Fuxiang told me, and he actually wants to stay on the island and join the army?

Mao Jiao stood up angrily and wanted to scold his son for being ignorant, but when he saw his son's bloodless face, he swallowed the curse again in distress. Mao Jiao sat next to his son and advised him earnestly: "Hong'er, you

Grandpa, your grandfather, your father, our whole family is a military household, how can we not know the difficulties of joining the army? You were born to study and become an official, but you cannot be tempted by some people to become a military household. You must know

Fighting in a war is not a child's play, your father has seen real battlefields where Ying Ye was killed, and it is not comparable to fighting a few pirates!"

Mao Jiao thought that his son had just killed a few pirates and had no intention of fighting, so he wanted to persuade his son not to underestimate war. Mao Jiao had participated in the war to put down the She'an Rebellion, and tens of thousands of Ming troops died.

How can the scene be compared to the pirate rebellion on Little Haidian Island?

Mao Jiao originally thought he could convince his son, but he knew that Mao Shaohong had already made up his mind. No matter how much Mao Jiao tried to persuade him, he was not ready to go home. The angry Mao Jiao had no choice but to shout: "Come here, go find Zhao Fuxiang and let him go home."

Look at the good things his son has done!"

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