Chapter 19 Become a landlord

Facts have proved that the bacteria from the 8th century Tang Dynasty were powerless in front of the fourth generation of cephalosporins from the 21st century. In the evening of that day, Ren Cong woke up from his drowsiness, and his arms, which were originally bright and bright, began to slowly reduce swelling.

The next morning, his arms were "slimming" a lot, and the color changed from black to grayish yellow. On the third day, the color of the surface of his arms had basically returned to normal. He himself could leave the hospital bed and walk back and forth in the room with the help of his children and servants.

During this period, Zhang Qian visited this person twice and found that the inflammation was completely suppressed by the cephalo capsule. Doctor Sun did a lot of work to clean the skin near the wound and change bandages. He simply handed over all the finishing work and calmed down to read the English novel he borrowed from the 21st century in the guest room. At the same time, he was waiting for Ren Cong to take him to Weinan to complete the last procedures for settling in the Tang Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the old man Ren was impatient. He had just got out of bed and walked around, so he immediately sent his son Ren Cong to ask for his life-saving benefactor to meet him. Zhang Qian refused to let him go several times. Under Ren Cong's soft and hard work, he had to bite the bullet and come to the main hall. He just stepped over the door, and before he could see who was present inside, "Hulala", three men and one woman were already kneeling in front of him, and bowed!

"The immortal master saved my father's life, and we can't repay him. In the future, as long as the immortal master has something to do, we will never dare to refuse even if we are crushed to pieces!" It was Little La Jiao Ren Yingying who took the lead in kneeling down. The original suspicion of Zhang Qian was, but she would be so pious that she worshiped him at this moment.

"Get up, get up, it's just a little effort, I can't afford to be such a great gift for you. Besides, Zhang is not an immortal master!" Thanks to the 21st century's equal thinking that has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, one of the things that Zhang Qian couldn't stand after coming to the Tang Dynasty was that others would kneel down and kowtow at any time. Instinctively took a step back, frowned and refused.

Unexpectedly, his retreat was blocked by the little fat man Ren Cong with his body. This man simply knelt on the floor tiles outside the main hall, knocking his head pounded, "The immortal master re-creates the kindness of the Ren family, Cong will never forget it. I hope to follow the left and right in this life, wait for the immortal master to send, and never frown in the wind and fire!"

"Ah" Zhang Qian was caught off guard and almost tripped by the fat man. He was so angry that he grabbed the other person's arm and directly carried the person into the air. "Get up, there is gold under the knees of a man, do you understand?! I have told you a hundred times, I am not an immortal master! If you worship me again, I will leave now!"

"Don't, the immortal master, don't leave. I won't bow anymore, I won't bow anymore!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Qian's strength was so great. The little fat man kept kneeling on his knees in the air, waved his hands, and begging for mercy. "This is what we worship for my father. It's not what we want to worship ourselves. It's hard to disobey the father's order, it's hard to disobey the father's order. Immortal master must not be angry! Don't be angry!"

"Don't call me a fairy master! Stand up straight!" Zhang Qian couldn't be angry at this childish and kind little fat man. He had to force himself to be angry, put down his hand, and order at the same time.

"Yes, Xian, Zhang, Brother Zhang!" The fat man fell to the ground, stuck out his tongue, and quickly changed his words, "Brother Zhang, please, my father originally wanted to thank him for his life-saving grace. It was just that his physical condition was inconvenient, so we can only do it for our children!"

Immediately afterwards, I quickly introduced it like a treasure: "Inside are my eldest sister Yingying, my second brother Bi, my third brother Zhang, and my fourth brother Huang. They also follow my father's orders to thank the immortal and the benefactor!"

After the words came, a neat thanks rang out in the room again, three men and one woman, like a yellow oriole, came out of the valley, "Thank you, thank you, save my father's life, we cannot repay you. In the future, as long as you have a favor, we will never dare to refuse even if we are crushed to pieces!"

"Get up quickly, everyone is polite!" With some time to adapt, Zhang Qian was not as cramped as before. According to the Tang people's etiquette that he had just learned for a few days, he bowed and bowed, "It's because he has a deep blessing, and Zhang happened to have medicine in his hand. He can't afford to be such a great gift for you."

"For the immortal master, it was a coincidence. For Ren, he was resurrected from the dead." In the room, Ren Qiong, who had just recovered from a serious illness, slowly greeted him with the help of a middle-aged beautiful woman. "The immortal master is above, please accept Ren's worship."

He said this and struggled to kneel down. Seeing this, Zhang Qian rushed in and held the man's arm, "The owner of the manor doesn't have to do this. It's really a coincidence. I'm not an immortal master, and, let alone, they have already worshipped me!"

Since he was a child, he worked hard to exercise in order to avoid being bullied. After getting into college, he studied free fighting for a few days in his spare time, so his physical coordination and strength were far superior to ordinary people. His hands were in contact with Ren Qiong's arms, which immediately made the latter's body unable to kneel down.

Unexpectedly, he defended Ren Qiong but failed to defend Mrs. Ren Qiong. Seeing that her husband was not at risk of falling for a while, the latter immediately let go and bowed slowly, "Thank you for saving my husband's life! Please accept my prayer!"

"No, no, no, no..." Worried that Ren Qiong could not stand firm alone, Zhang Qian did not dare to let go of this person with both hands, and he had no courage to support Mrs. Ren, so he had to turn his body on his side and wave his hand with a smile: "Mrs. The owner of the manor is not polite. I am not an immortal master. The reason why I can help is that the owner of the manor should not be successful. Second, it is..."

Looking at Ren Cong who was holding the door and smiling foolishly, he continued to slowly add: "Second, it is because Ren Xiaolangjun is kind to others. When he found out that he had encountered difficulties, he immediately helped him. What he did later was just to repay his kindness. I really want to thank him. Master Ren and Mrs. Ren, why not thank him!"

"Hehe, hehe..." The little fat man Ren Cong finally did something that would be helpful to his father in this life. He felt very proud. He smiled and raised his hand and gently scratched the back of his head.

No father doesn't like others to praise his son. Although Ren Qiong felt as sweet as drinking honey, he forced his face and looked at the fat little man Ren Cong, "The Immortal Master is polite to you, but you actually took it seriously! If you don't come in and serve tea to the Immortal Master, are you really waiting for me to bow to you!"

"I dare not, don't you dare, I'm happy to see you recover from the illness, are you happy?" Ren Cong immediately jumped up like a scorpion stung his butt, rushed into the house in three steps, carried the teapot himself, poured water for Zhang Qian, his father and stepmother.

"The child is happy for you, don't be so cruel to him!" The middle-aged beautiful lady Ren gently pulled her husband's sleeve and stood up with the flow. "What's more, the immortal master said makes sense. This time, the husband can turn bad luck into good fortune, thanks to Cong'er's sincerity, he has been searching for experts everywhere for so many years. Although he has repeatedly hit a wall, he has always been indomitable."

After saying this, the essence of "Tai Chi" was revealed, not only showing the tenderness and kindness of being a mother, but also dispelled Zhang Qian's previous deliberate behavior of seeking credit for Ren Cong.

When the fat little fat Ren Cong heard this, he thought his stepmother was saying good things for him, and he was so happy that the corners of his mouth were almost cracked on his ears. Zhang Qian, as an outsider, heard Mrs. Ren's words, could not do more for him. He could only sigh quietly in his heart.

Just as he was deeply worried about the fat man's future, this person had already poured the tea happily. He first placed three tea bowls on two different short tables, and then smiled and sent an invitation to Zhang Qian: "Immortal, Brother Zhang, please sit down. Grandpa, grandma, you sit down too!"

"Brother Ren, don't be polite. Come and support Ling Zun first. He has just recovered from his serious illness, be careful to fall!" He sighed quietly in his heart. Zhang Qian pushed Ren Qiong's arm at the little fat man, and gave an order with a smile. Then, he quickly let go of his hands.

"I'll do it, I'll do it, my mother, you sit first. Brother Zhang, you sit up!" The little fat man relied on his father very much, rushed forward and held Ren Qiong's arm.

"Wanjun, you can sit down first and let Cong'er support me!" It was rare for his son to wincely. Director Qiong, the old Zhuang Zhuang, was very happy to put his shoulder on Ren Cong's shoulder, and at the same time he smiled and gave instructions to his wife.

"Then I won't delay the two of you father and son getting closer!" The middle-aged beautiful woman pursed her lips and joked, and her gentleness and considerate appeared in her words. However, she did not sit down immediately. She watched Zhang Qian sit opposite her and waited for her husband to be helped into the seat, then she sat sideways next to her husband.

Zhang Qian was just here and looked at the etiquette of the Tang people. Seeing that Ren Qiong insisted on treating himself to tea, he did not continue to be polite. However, the tea in this era was ground into the tea, and added spices and salt, which did not suit his taste. So he just took a few sips symbolically, then put down the tea cup, and prepared to say a few more unnutritious nonsense, so he got up and said goodbye.

"Ren dare not thank you for saving your life." Seeing Zhang Qian put down the teacup, Ren Qiong, who was sitting opposite him at a shorter distance, quickly put down the teacup. He tried hard to sit up straight, raised his hand, and said loudly: "I should have come to the guest room to thank the immortal master for saving his life, but Doctor Sun said that he would avoid being exposed to the wind. Therefore, he could only order Cong'er to invite the immortal master over."

"I'm so polite to the owner of the house. I'll be upset with the son at first sight. I'll never bother the owner to visit the younger generation." Zhang Qian smiled and bowed back.

"Zhe killed, Zhe killed, what can Ren do to be the elder of the immortal master?!" Ren Qiong immediately struggled to get up when he heard this, and was so scared that the little fat man quickly pressed his shoulder with his hand and stressed anxiously, "Be careful, if the wound is torn, Brother Zhang will not have a second elixir for you. You can not be Brother Zhang's elder, but he really treats me as his brother!"

"You kid, just talk to your father!" Ren Qiong turned his head and scolded loudly. However, he did not dare to tear the wound in the end, and stopped struggling and shook his head gently, "The immortal master is to you as a brother, but he is the one who praises you, but you cannot be rude and presumptuous. Let go of me and kowtow to the immortal master for your father."

"Hey, hey!" As long as Ren Qiong did not move, the fat little Ren Cong didn't care about kowtowing to others more. He agreed repeatedly and stood up, walked to the shorter table where Zhang Qian was, and bowed down his knees.

How could Zhang Qian accept it? He quickly stood up to stop it. However, Ren Cong thanked him for saving his father and sincerely wanted to worship him. As a result, both sides had been tugging for a long time, but in the end, Ren Cong gained the upper hand with the "real skill" of tears and snot flying together, and insisted on kowtowing Zhang Qian three times before giving up.

"The pill is rare. Ren doesn't know how valuable it is, and he dares not ask. Therefore, he can only keep this kindness in his heart. If he has the chance in the future, he will repay the immortal master again!" Ren Qiong was extremely neat in doing things. As soon as he saw his son standing up, he immediately added with a smile.

‘No, don’t, ask quickly, and give money after asking. I’m so poor that I can’t even afford to eat!’ Although I have never expected to recover the medicine, I heard that Ren Qiong was not going to pay, Zhang Qian couldn’t help but mutter in his heart.

However, on his mouth, he could only smile and say, "The owner of the manor is serious, just a few medicines. Besides, Brother Ren has helped me get a solid work and hands before, and he has been busy for four or five days, but he has confiscated me a single article."

After the words came to his voice, Ren Qiong, who was sitting opposite him, immediately shook his head vigorously, "That's really a matter of just a little effort! It's not comparable to the grace of saving lives. In the past few days, although Ren was lying on the bed and couldn't get up, he kept thinking about what he could do for the immortal master. Talking about money with the immortal master may ruin the immortal master's ears..."

'Don't be afraid, even if you are dirty, even if you are dirty, the more ruthless you are, the better!' Zhang Qian was so angry that he screamed in his stomach, but he still couldn't hold his face down and told him bluntly about his penniless situation at this moment.

When he was so angry that he was about to die, Ren Qiong suddenly changed his subject and added with a smile: "It just so happened that my family bought a small village in the spring of the previous year. It was located on the Wei River, and it was only six miles away from the place where the immortal master settled. Ren was away all year round and didn't care about taking care of it. Even the village was overgrown and dilapidated. Just Ren dared to climb up and transfer the village, together with the tenants in the village, to the name of the immortal master. When the immortal master fell down there, Cong'er could come to ask for advice at any time!"

"What?" Unpredictable, Zhang Qian could not believe his ears. "Do you always give me a farm?"

Immediately, he realized that the other party was not telling a joke, so he quickly stood up and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, it's too expensive. If you are the owner of the manor, a few medicines are really worth so much money!"

"It's just a farmer, but I can't help you. What if you don't have the grace of saving your life! The housekeeper, take the land deed and the list of tenants, and hand it over to the immortal master now." Ren Qiong insisted on giving it to him, and did not intend to give Zhang Qian a chance at all.

A manor, even if it is really as Ren Qiong said, is very small, it is also a farmhouse near Chang'an City! In later generations, it is equivalent to a large piece of land in Tongzhou, Beijing!

No matter how short of money, Zhang Qian did not dare to receive such a generous gift, and insisted on waving his hand to refuse. However, Ren Qiong was eager to repay his kindness and insisted on giving each other. After arguing, the two sides were in a stalemate. At this moment, the little fat man Ren Cong suddenly smiled foolishly and whispered: "Brother Zhang, just take it away. I don't look like a farmer, and I refuse to admit that he is an immortal master. Without a farmer, you have to drink the northwest wind in the future. As for whether it is expensive or not, my grandfather's life is more valuable than a broken farmer!" Work hard, work hard, and continue to work hard. If you like it, please collect it and like it. Qingzhou thank you.
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