Chapter 182 War of words
There are only a few houses on the farm. The tall houses are not the target; the low cowshed made of mud and reed mats is the target.

Without the harassment from the dogs, he could search one by one.

Because he was wearing green, he could go into each room openly and shine his flashlight at each one. These people would just cover their eyes with their hands, some would shrink and retreat into the straw, some would tremble and want to say something, but could not utter any words.

He could clearly see that the people here all had iron chains and shackles on their legs!

No wonder there's no one on duty!

Dead things are easier to deal with than living people.

Soon, he found his master's cowshed.

It really is a cowshed, with cows tied up next to it.

The cow was a little restless, not because it was afraid of him, but probably because of the tiger dung.

The master stood still as a mountain, just turned his head to avoid the direct light.

Wang Yuanchao clearly saw that the other person's beard had been cut off.

He turned off the flashlight and said:

"Master, I will aid Korea!"

Ma Erqin was stunned for a moment before she reacted:
"Wang Yuanchao?"

"it's me!"

"Why are you here? This is not the place for you."

"I'll save you."

“I’m not wrong again.

You rescued me, so doesn't that mean I'm fleeing from the crime and admitting my mistake?

If I could admit my mistake, I would have done it long ago. Why am I still squatting here suffering?

I do not go."

Sure enough, the uncles and senior brothers tried to persuade him, but to no avail.

"Master, in the past wartime, underground workers lurking in enemy territory had to pretend to be friendly with the enemy and even had to watch their comrades sacrifice without taking any action, because they had to remain lurking for the ultimate victory.

You say, shouldn't they just go in and hide, and shoot out, killing one to get their money's worth, killing two to make a profit?"

Ma Erqin didn't expect his disciple to mention this example. He was silent for a while and said:
"I am a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, a doctor, and I am different from an undercover agent."

"What's the difference?
Doesn’t traditional Chinese medicine want the final victory?

Does traditional Chinese medicine not need to be passed down?
Do you know how many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners there are in the country?
At this time, we must preserve the flame of Chinese medicine and wait for the right time, rather than destroy the inheritance of Chinese medicine for the sake of personal reputation! "

"At worst, I can just follow Tan Sitong's example. I will sacrifice my blood for the emperor! I am the first professor of traditional Chinese medicine in the new era!"

“They won’t do that, but can your body handle it?

Do those children know the value and significance of you as the first professor of traditional Chinese medicine?
They haven't even read a few books. Aren't you just talking to a cow? Do they understand what we say?
Besides, you have been locked up for so long, is there anyone who cares about you?
"

"What are you..."

Ma Erqin couldn't continue and said with great sorrow:

"They are monks with crooked mouths, and they are chanting the sutras crookedly!"

Wang Yuanchao was silent for a while and said:
"I am just telling you, Master, that at this moment, your persistence and sacrifice are meaningless. It is meaningful to persist in living and pass on Chinese medicine."

"Traditional Chinese medicine has been around for thousands of years. Will it be cut off just because I am missing? You are exaggerating."

"Master, you said I am missing a hair, will I be bald?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? Don't even mention one less hair. Say a hundred or a thousand hairs. You're not bald!"

"Well, if I lose a thousand hairs, then another thousand, then another thousand, until they are endless, how can I not become a bald man?
How many provinces, cities and masters are there in the country?

Do you think it doesn't matter if you're missing?
Perhaps you are the last one?

If a bald man has a hair growing on his head, is he still bald?"

Ma Erqin said:

"Don't you still have me?"

Wang Yuanchao said firmly:

"I have more important things to do."

"Literary work?"

“It’s more important than literary and artistic work!”

"You lied to me!"

"Then do you want to see what I'm going to do next?"

"Let me think about it. I can't quite catch up."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire.

But to keep the fire burning, you are that fire, the first professor of Chinese medicine, which is not something an unknown person like me can do.

Even if I could do it, it might take decades.

Chinese medicine cannot be delayed."

"Will it implicate you?"

"No. But you will have to remain incognito for a while."

"How long will this period last?"

"I don't know, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years."

"I'm already 74, how can I last that long?"

"If you don't want to hide for so long, I'll find a way to get you out in two years."

Ma Erqin said a little sadly:

"Don't talk about it once you get out. Fallen leaves return to their roots. I don't want to end up..."

Wang Yuanchao said:

"It's not a bad thing to go out. Maybe I can teach a lot of disciples. We all share the same culture and race. The inheritance will always come back."

"Why didn't I see before that you have a rebellious nature!" "Duke Zhou was afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne."

"I can't convince you, do it!"

"what?"

"How can I run if you don't help me remove the shackles on my legs?"

Wang Yuanchao was a little puzzled when looking at the shackles. He didn't know how to unlock them, and how could he break the chain?

It seems that I have to learn lock-picking skills from Master Buddha next time, and I also need to prepare saw blades in the space!

"I'll carry you!"

"Then I can't open my legs, how can you carry me?"

"I'll hold you!"

Wang Yuanchao picked up his master by the waist.

The old man is old and weighs only about 100 pounds.

Fortunately, Wang Yuanchao exercised regularly and was tall and strong, so he carried his master away without paying any attention to anyone around.

Ma Erqin could only helplessly wrap her arms around Wang Yuanchao's neck and try to help him save some energy.

Soon, Wang Yuanchao carried his master to the jeep.

The old man's eyes lit up. This was more like it. It was no big deal to carry the baby all the time.

"it's me!"

Zheng Juan heard the familiar voice and got out of the car quickly.

But I don’t know what to do to help.

Wang Yuanchao pretended to take out an axe and a wooden stick from the car, which were weapons he always kept in his space. He placed the wooden stick under the chain of the shackles, swung the axe and chopped it down hard.

The shackles were so old that the chains broke in two after just two strikes.

Ma Erqin was finally able to walk normally, although she still had two iron rings and chains on her feet.

"Get in the car first!"

Zheng Juan quickly opened the door, and Wang Yuanchao helped his master onto the passenger seat.

"for you!"

Wang Yuanchao put away the pistol.

The moonlight was bright, and Ma Erqin could see it clearly.

The car started and he drove away quickly.

"Master, these two children will go with you when the time comes."

Now that Ma Erqin had escaped, he relaxed and said with a smile:

"Why, do you still need two children to take care of me?"

Wang Yuanchao smiled and said:
“You took care of them both.

They were learning massage at the master's clinic. The clinic was smashed, and they were bullied by the kids around them when they got home. They followed you out to hide. It would be even better if you could teach them some more knowledge."

Ma Erqin knew, of course, that the students learning massage in his apprentice's clinic were blind children. It was really...

"Let's go to my house first!"

Your house has been smashed. Isn’t it sad to see this?

However, Wang Yuanchao only complained about this in his heart.

Ma Erqin of course knew what Wang Yuanchao, his disciple, was thinking, and explained:
"After all these years, who doesn't have a secret compartment at home? Those kids can't be professionals."

The children may not be professionals, but there may be professionals taking advantage of the situation.

The car soon arrived at Ma Erqin's house.

Wang Yuanchao accompanied Ma Erqin out of the car, only to see the door wide open, one door panel half-closed, and one door panel directly fallen to the ground. The night wind blew, and the torn spring couplets and window paper rustled, with occasional paper ashes swirling. Under the cold moonlight, there was a weird feeling.

Wang Yuanchao shook himself off and pulled himself out of this dilapidated scene.

In just a few short days, everything has changed.

"Wait for me here for a while."

Ma Erqin dragged his heavy feet and entered the broken house.

Soon, a package really came out.

"Let's go!"

Wang Yuanchao did not ask much, he just felt a little troubled about the shackles and chains on his master's feet, and wondered where to go or who to ask for help to get rid of them. This way, they would be exposed. It shouldn't be a big problem if they were exposed, after all, Brother Lu had borrowed his car, so he must have people there.

While driving, Wang Yuanchao said:

"I have a good friend who should be able to find someone to help me unlock the door."

Ma Erqin said:

"What lock?"

Wang Yuanchao said:

"Leg cuffs?"

Ma Erqin raised his feet, but found that he couldn't lift them up on the cart, so he took out the broken shackles from the package and said:

"Do you need to call a locksmith for that thing? I just fiddled with it a few times and got it off. Take a look!"

Wang Yuanchao was a little surprised. Aren’t these shackles a bit too much?

He took the handcuffs and threw them into the ditch when passing the bridge.

Watching the car heading to the train station, Zheng Juan asked carefully:
"Do you want to go to my house and give Master a wash first?"

Well, Zheng's mother and son had a common interest, and their son had been sent out. It was still early for the train, so Wang Yuanchao turned the car around again.

Ma Erqin said nothing. Since he had already come out, he just let his disciple arrange everything. Asking too many questions would annoy people. Others would also be annoyed.

Look at this boy's arrangement, it's not as good as that of the little girl.

(End of this chapter)