Qin Huaiyu

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  The sky had just turned white, and Yun Yan got up. It wasn't that he was particularly diligent, but rather that the carbon monoxide in the room made it impossible for him to sleep. The charcoal brazier had been lit for half the night, bringing little warmth but producing a lot of carbon monoxide. His head was spinning, and if he continued sleeping, it could have been fatal. He deliberately went to Old Lady's room to check on her and opened the doors and windows in several rooms to ventilate them. Fortunately, no one had been poisoned, and the young girls were sleeping soundly, wrapped warmly in thick fur blankets. He tucked the children in tightly and quietly left the room. The old woman was watching from outside the window, her eyes slightly moist. This was originally something she did every day, but now that her brother cared about them, who knew what good deeds these young girls had done in their past lives to deserve such a considerate brother?

  Along the garden, he ran a few laps and did a full set of radio calisthenics to warm up. He picked up the long gun on the weapon rack and practiced the gun technique taught by Professor Cheng Chumou several times. Unknowingly, whether it was due to his mood or improvement in his gun technique, today's practice was smooth and natural, without any awkwardness. With a loud whoop, he swung his leg and transformed into a long dragon, charging towards the arrow target in the courtyard. With a "pa" sound, the gun pierced through the target, with the tail still shaking up and down. Not bad, not bad, right on the triple ring. Just as he was admiring his handiwork, he saw Old Zhuang emerge from behind the tree, with a face full of lingering fear.

  "Marquis Hou's Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix spear technique, passed down from Zhao Zilong, has become even more exquisite. Within five steps, he hit the bullseye, making Xiao feel deeply admiring."

  "Are you praising me or mocking me? What five steps within the target, what hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix gun method, obviously it's a military tactical formation for grand opening and closing."

  "That must be a small mistake, after twenty years in the army, can't even recognize the real gun technique in the army, it's really shameful."

  "Get out!"

  Zhuang San stopped halfway and came back again.

  "Master Hou, from now on, please don't practice your sword in crowded places. I'm really worried about the eight young ladies in the manor. If they were to be injured by your mighty aura, it would be terrible." He finished speaking and shut his mouth, looking loyal and righteous.

  Forget it, Yun Ye sighed and thought to himself that he wasn't cut out for martial arts training. He had practiced a set of spear techniques for half a year, but was still mistaken by others as being taught by Zhao Zi Long. He seemed to see the sorrowful gaze of White Horse Silver Spear Zhao Zi Long.

  Turning sorrow and indignation into appetite, after swallowing two bowls of millet porridge, he was about to swallow another bowl when Cheng Chumo arrived.

  This kid pulled a cart of gifts, and respectfully greeted the old lady in the living room. Then he dragged Yun Ye to the side hall, saying that he had come in a hurry that morning and hadn't eaten breakfast. He asked Yun Ye to get him a few pig's feet, a big bowl of braised pork belly, and some sweet and sour ribs. He also wanted a big bowl of whatever head dish they had, as he hadn't eaten much the night before and was driven away by Old Cheng. He had intentionally saved his appetite for a big feast that morning.

  Who eats those things so early in the morning? Aren't they afraid of getting tired of them? Looking at Cheng Chu's hopeful face, it's not good to say anything else. Anyway, there's nothing that can't be digested in Old Cheng's house. He ordered the braised pork trotters and braised pork liver made last night to be brought up, reheated a bowl of steamed meat, and had another bowl of red-braised lion's head made. Forget it, I'll just do it myself, the kitchen can't produce the right flavor.

  Cheng Chu Mo leaned against the kitchen door frame, gnawing on a large piece of pork liver, watching Yun Ye cook for him. The two brothers had long since become familiar with each other and didn't stand on ceremony. In other households, would guests wait by the door to eat? The master of the house was busy in the kitchen, especially a young noble like Yun Ye, a marquis. If word got out, it would certainly cause a stir and might even lead to impeachment by the imperial censor. But they didn't care - one thought it was only natural to ask his brother for food, while the other thought it was only right to cook for his brother. The chef fled in terror, feeling that not meeting the master's expectations would be a stain on his professional career. But this marquis was really too difficult to serve! Last night, after tasting the dish Yun Ye had made, he had tears streaming down his face - what kind of food was this? Even if it were served to gods, it would only meet their standards.

  Just then, in the small kitchen table, Cheng Chumu finished a table of dishes, wiped his oily mouth, picked up the teapot and poured half a pot down his throat with a gurgling sound: "Old father is looking for you, take the medical equipment, go to the Wing State Gongfu."

  "I'm not a doctor, go see a doctor if you're sick!"

  "Old Dad thinks your medical skills are much better than the doctor's, besides, what can those quacks do for Qin's illness? Wai Yu has been asking me for several days, if you hadn't just come back, and family matters weren't settled yet, she would have come to find you yesterday. Qin and Old Dad are sworn brothers, will they let you off?" Cheng Chu said casually while picking his teeth.

  Qin Qiong must be anemic. In his early years, massive blood loss led to a decline in hematopoietic function, and the blood's vitality was insufficient to carry oxygen molecules, resulting in physical weakness and frequent illnesses. Even with just a slight headache or fever, he would be bedridden. I wonder if a blood transfusion might help him feel better? Based on the medical principle of treating people like livestock, let's take a look. If it doesn't work, we can say so later. In any case, this is still better than the Tang Dynasty doctors who used lime as a wound medicine.

  Instruct Liu Jinbao to go to the military camp and bring back his own coal stove, and also get some coal blocks. Tell Old Lady to find a blacksmith to make several stoves of the same type, and also make dozens of iron buckets for backup. If possible, it's best to make an iron kettle. Old Lady didn't want to scold her grandson in front of outsiders, so she let Housekeeper Aunt go to Ci'en Temple to find some familiar neighbors, he remembered that there were several blacksmiths, if the things they made were useful, then keep them at home. She had made up her mind not to let her grandson's secret recipe be passed on to unrelated people.

  Yun Yan grabbed the first-aid kit and also packed a small bottle of strong liquor, instructing his servant to bring over the big green horse. He was about to leave when he saw Cheng Chu being slow and not moving.

  "What else do you want to do? I've already prepared everything, let's go quickly. After visiting the patient, I still need to come back and install the stove. Last night was a sleepless night due to carbon monoxide poisoning."

  "There's still something missing." Cheng Chumo's profound and mysterious appearance.

  Yun Ye checked everything and nothing was missing. The simple stethoscope he made in the army camp was also there, not a single thing was missing.

  Cheng Chu pointed silently in the direction of the kitchen. He knew that Yun Ye's cooking utensils were all custom-made and couldn't be found in the Wing State Duke's kitchen.

  "This is making me go see a doctor or make me cook? The house is in a mess, can't eat, can't sleep, almost fell into the toilet when going to the bathroom, and grandma scolded me for using too many toilet papers. Can't live like this, washing a few more times makes my sisters busy for half a day, the bed is as hard as a stone slab, the quilt is heavy like covering a stone, how can I survive? Where do I have time to cook, let alone eat some vegetables, look at my fingers all thorny. Talking about these days of miserable life in Chang'an City, Yun Huan was really crying and sniffling."

  He stared at him as if he was a monster, just now the royal family's food may not be so delicious, and it's hard to swallow. Who doesn't light a fire in their home on a cold winter day? Haven't you seen that poor people don't even have a fire pit? Wearing fur coats is a luxury only for the nobility. Which household doesn't use bamboo toilet paper when using the outhouse? Only the emperor uses silk, and with the current emperor's temper, it's possible that he also uses bamboo toilet paper to wipe his butt. Eating green vegetables? Eating green vegetables in the middle of winter? The imperial kitchen produces no more than a hundred or so kilograms of soup per day, which is barely enough for the empress dowager, the emperor, and the empress, let alone having any leftovers for others to eat. Even if there are high-ranking officials who are ill, the emperor might occasionally bestow three or two kilograms upon them. Who else has ever seen that?

  "Brother, you're with the old immortal, so you don't lack these things. You've entered the world, haven't you? This is just how life is, don't get tangled up in it, and the bitter days will pass." Cheng Chu Mo said this and felt he should be beaten, so he quickly added: "The Duke of E has already lost his temper, saying that last night's delicious food didn't have his share. He says you're not filial to your elders and wants to come over and beat you up. Your father had a hard time persuading him otherwise. Now he's with the Dukes Wei and Ying at the Qin manor waiting for you. Hurry up and get someone to move the stuff, let's go quickly, brother. If we delay, it'll be our bad luck."

  You can't afford to offend me! You're an old fellow from the bandit's den! Under duress, I had no choice but to let my servants bring along a full set of kitchen equipment and follow after, with seasonings included.

  It's really infuriating, it's just too infuriating. Why do the old Qin, Cheng and Niu families get to live in Taipingfang while my family has to live in Yong'anfang? Taipingfang is just one street away from the palace gate, but my house is tens of thousands of miles away? It's like the difference between Tiananmen Square and beyond the 8th ring road in modern-day Beijing. Dukes are valuable, so does that mean my Marquis title is worthless? What's even more infuriating is that the Qin family has two stone lions at their gate, each over a person tall, with fierce expressions and an imposing aura. My family's two lions look like lion dogs! And on either side of the gate are two iron spears, said to be ceremonial instruments bestowed by Li Erqin, making me feel inferior.

  It's okay, the vermilion gate with copper nails opened a side door, and a young man in full fur stood in front of it. Seeing Yun Ye and Cheng Chumou rushing to greet him, "Brother Yun, my younger brother Qin Huaiyu welcomes you late, please forgive me." The solemn ceremony, the serious face made people want to laugh. Yun Ye was still thinking, but Cheng Chumou had already taken action, no, he took a step forward. As expected of a martial arts family, one kick on the body, only the upper body swayed, and his feet didn't move at all.

  "Xiao Yan is my brother, dare to mess with him again and I'll kick you to death." Xiao Cheng cursed and handed the reins to the servant, pulling Yun Yan towards the door. He gave Qin Huaiyu a bitter smile, grabbed his sleeve and indicated for them to go in together.

  "Brother Huaiyu has seen through it, Uncle Qin is unwell, as a junior I should have come to visit earlier, today I finally arrived, it's my fault, please don't mind, Brother Huaiyu."

  "Brother Yun is a noble and talented person, I've heard from Chou Niu about your various accomplishments, and I've been admiring you from afar. A few days ago, I was planning to visit your residence to pay my respects, but Chou Niu said that your family matters were complicated and it couldn't be done. Today, asking Brother Yun to diagnose my father's illness is truly embarrassing."

  "You two are endless, Old Man Qin is still waiting, if you start fighting soon, no one will dare to intervene."

  As soon as he turned into the flower hall and arrived at the front yard, before entering the Moon Gate, he heard a loud roar: "You little brat, have you brought the person?"