During this time, Oda Nobunaga sent Niwa Nagahide to be responsible for building the city, and Lin Xiuzhen returned to Mikawa to exchange feelings by the way, and it was Shibata Katsuya who took over the administrative work in the territory, and he arranged a series of jobs in an orderly manner, which also made people see the comprehensive ability of this rough man. Although there was no war www.biquge.info the samurai, the busy life of the samurai continued.

For a while, there was no wolf smoke in the four realms, as if the world was peaceful. However, anyone who knows a little about His Highness in Cheongju City knows that he will never be idle. Sure enough, within a few days, rumors spread that the spies of the Oda family were cruising the border with Kita-Ise, and there was a possibility of war at any time. Most people think that it is irrational to open a second battlefield at the same time as the battle against Saito has not yet been achieved—but has His Highness done less irrational things?

Immediately afterward, the important minister Takigawa Kazuki was sent to the westward Kaibe County to serve as the lord of the city, and thinking about his previous command of the "Left Near" for reconnaissance and assassination and other tasks (of course, this is information only known to insiders of a certain level), it is not difficult to guess that this is to lay the foundation for future raids. At this time, although Takigawa was already quite useful, and Yulu was not low, but it was more of a special force, and there was not much to do on the frontal battlefield, so Nobunaga thought that transferring him would not affect the strength of the raider Mino.

For Hinode Tsunohide, who lives in peace, Takigawa's assignment is not a very noteworthy topic, but who will take his place is more concerning, but there is no obvious sign of this.

Originally, the castle was an outpost on the Owari border, but since the Cheongju Alliance, the eastern part of Owari has gradually stabilized, and although there are still some people up and down who are a little skeptical about the sincerity of the Matsudaira family, but the Hoshu who knows what happened knows the future knows that the possibility of Matsudaira Motoyasu rebelling against the water is very small. It seems that the defense work on the Eastern Front is no longer necessary.

At the same time, news continued to come from inside and outside, such as the Matsudaira family in Mikawa who had built several more castles, confiscated the properties of several temples and shrines, Oda Nobunaga's strategy to get his ministers to support the move to Komakiyama Castle, and even what wars were taking place in the Kanto and Western countries. However, after a few months, the town guard of the city seems to have been forgotten, and has not received any recruitment.

It was not because the Oda family was so rich that they could support an idler with six or seven thousand koku, but because he was sick.

In the spring and summer of the fifth year of Yongroku (1562), it was rainy and rainy, and the moon was endless, and Fan Xiu suddenly felt weak and his joints ached unbearably, as if he was seriously ill. I called the doctor to come for an examination, but I said that there was no big problem, but there were too many old wounds on the body, and the blood flow was not smooth in rainy weather, so it was inevitable that it would be painful. This disease can only be recuperated slowly, and there is no medicine to treat.

Recalling that in the past ten years, after many joint battles and repeated charges, although he immediately won a lot of fame and killed at least dozens of enemies before and after, the total number of large and small wounds is probably nearly half a hundred. So I can only sigh that this job is not something that normal people can do. For example, the guy with the tiger's back of the Shibata Katsuya will naturally not be injured in half his life, but he has never heard of such troubles.

Fortunately, after the last time I pushed off the task of building the city, I didn't get a new job for the time being, so I was completely idle, taught my daughter to talk when I had time, watched my son learn to walk, and lived a life like a young man in his early twenties, and finally had the opportunity to hug left and right, and enjoy the blessings of all people. Although he is in poor health, with his excellent special skills, it is not a problem to deal with the two delicate babies at home.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he was also able to blatantly entertain the wandering monks who passed by under the guise of seeking medical treatment (many doctors in this era were monks), especially the monks who met several Sanhe Sects in a row, and knocked out a lot of information.

However, in May and June, his retainers really found a famous doctor named "Mr. Sixteen Wen". It is said that the man rode by on a big green ox, and when he arrived in the village to sit down and rest, he conveniently treated the peasants. If the patient has surplus money, he will receive 16 Wen consultation fees, and if the patient is unable to spend, he will not ask for it, so he is named "Mr. 16 Wen".

Medical skills aside, this character is worth admiring. Fan Xiu was curious, so he asked people to bring this person over.

……

The "Mr. Sixteen Wen" has half a hundred hair, obviously old, but he is sturdy, his eyes are clear, no less than his prime, and he carries a two-foot-long wooden box, but he does not see rickets at all. After entering the city, he didn't panic, just bowed lightly, and then stepped forward.

"It seems that you have too many old wounds, and when it comes to the rainy season, your blood is not smooth."

Before the pulse was cut, it was already inferred.

"Yes, the other doctors said the same."

Fan Xiu nodded.

"There is no solution to this disease, so I can only wait to recuperate."

Still the same as what other doctors said, Fan Xiu was a little disappointed, and was about to ask someone to give some money to send off the guest, but the other party added:

"But if you don't shy away from it, the old man can try it with acupuncture."

"Acupuncture? What's so shy about that? Fan Xiuqi said.

"Alas, in the past, the Zhongtu acupuncture method has not been completed, and there are many people who have improperly applied needles and wasted their efforts, and even aggravated their condition...... However, now the Ming Kingdom has the "Four Books of Acupuncture and Moxibustion" and "Acupuncture and Moxibustion", and this method has been completed. ”

"Then I'm sorry for you."

Mr. Sixteen Wen answered, took out a set of needles from the wooden box on his back, and ordered his subordinates to make a fire and take wormwood and other things.

When he opened the placket of Fanxiu's clothes, there were two wounds a few inches long on his chest and abdomen, and his limbs were even more scarred.

"My lord, you are not yet in the age of standing!"

The doctor suddenly asked again.

"The year before last, I was only weak in the crown."

There is nothing to hide about this issue.

"Yuanfu has been so old for a few years, I think you must be a warrior."

"This title can be deserved."

"And yet...... Rigid is easy to break, I hope you will pay more attention in the future. ”

"Then Mr. Xie advises."

During the conversation, the physician quickly lit the wormwood, burned it on various wounds, and carefully pricked the needles into the acupuncture points.

Fan Xiu suddenly felt a feeling of soreness and swelling from the surface to the inside, although it was a little painful, but it was very comfortable, and there was a feeling of provocation and sinking.

At the end of the acupuncture, the doctor got up and bowed, and said, "Please wait for a while." ”

"How long do I need to keep the needle in?"

"About two quarters of an hour."

"Hmm......" Fan Xiu nodded indifferently, and then asked: "Old gentleman, I only heard that the people call you Mr. Sixteen Wen, I don't know your name?" ”

"Oh, the old man is from Mikawa, Nagata Tokumoto."

This name seems to be somewhat familiar, as if it is an image that often appears in later Sengoku games.

Nagata Tokumoto stroked his beard and smiled, and then said: "I don't know how many people in the world are waiting for a doctor to save their lives, and the old man with such a small illness is unwilling to bother, but ......"

"How?" Fan Xiu was not annoyed by the other party's words, and talented people are naturally understandable to be a little arrogant. Moreover, this man is indeed a good man.

"I have heard of your good governance in the fields. If you can take more land, it will be a blessing for the people of the world. ”

"Mr. Nagata thinks too highly of me!" Fan Xiu habitually humbly said, "I can only do my best for the people under my rule, if you talk about the world, it's too early to talk about it at this moment." ”

"Your Excellency is too modest."

Nagata Tokumoto is obviously not a person who knows too much about politics, but he just smiled and complimented, and did not take this paragraph.

Two quarters of an hour of work passed in an instant, and after removing the needle, Fan Xiu tried to move his limbs, and sure enough, there was a certain improvement.

"If you do it for five days in a row, even if it rains in the future, it won't be like this. However, it is still difficult to recover. Tokumoto Nagata said.

"It's been unexpected to be able to get some better." Fan Xiu smiled lightly, and suddenly said: "Cheap Nei and the dog have always been in poor health, and Mr. Lao Fu will also take a look." ”

Nagata didn't shirk it, he immediately went in with someone, and after some looks, he prescribed two prescriptions, only saying that it would be effective after persisting for a year.

He also asked people to take out the consultation fee to pay, but Nagata Tokumoto still followed the rules, only collected 16 yuan, and returned the gold. Such a festival made the draw in the world, which had been running for more than ten years, greatly advised.

"Mr. Nagata, how many years have you been practicing medicine?"

"I have been studying under my teacher for more than 20 years, and after I left the school, it has been another 20 years."

"I don't know if the commander is ......"

"The name of the teacher is Tashiro, and the number is Sanxi Zhai."

"It's Furukawa Divine Doctor Tashiro Sankisai! Disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

The surprise of Tsunohide is not all fake, the name of Tashiro Sanxi Zhai is indeed very loud, he is an important person who introduced Ming Dynasty medicine to Fuso, and later generations are known as the ancestor of the Jingfang School, Qu Naase Michizo, also from his disciples. Fujikawa Yu's "History of Japanese Medicine" has a cloud: "Although there are many famous doctors in our country, they are like the ancient authentic people only Tashiro Sanxiya." "Putting him on a par with the truth is a reputation that has not been seen by physicians since ancient times.

"Now, sir, you're probably not young either."

"We are approaching the year of knowing the destiny of heaven."

"Haven't you thought about settling down?"

I almost couldn't help but ask this sentence.

Nagata Tokumoto smiled slightly and replied:

"The old man only wants to walk the world like this and treat the people, but he really doesn't want to be the imperial doctor of any samurai. My lord, since you practice benevolent government and treat the people well, you must have a relationship in your heart? ”

When Fan Xiu heard this, he smiled dumbly. This doctor's rhetoric is also very sharp.

"This is the so-called Xinglin national hand! It is true that it should not be just for one family and one surname. However, if you have a share, please be sure to accept it. ”

"The consultation fee is only 16 yuan, and the old man will not make an exception." Nagata replied.

"Then it's a little selfish on my part." "Please let me send ten young men to follow you, and if they can learn anything, they will come back to serve me." ”

In medicine, it takes at least ten years to become a teacher only by words and deeds. Although this arrangement is a bit selfish in the long run, it is more to help this famous doctor with a good hand and heart.

Nagata Tokumoto hesitated for a moment, but finally did not refuse.

"It would also be a good thing to teach a few more apprentices."

PS: Nagata Tokumoto, known as the "Fuso Medical Saint", the life record is mainly based on wild history legends, and the existence of real history is still questionable. As a traverser, it was obvious that there was a need to build a professional military medical unit in the future, so I found him. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )