Chapter 220 [Backlight]
It's not surprising that the square is long, this kind of situation is common.
Human beings are very complex creatures, the most noble and the most despicable despicable, can be seen in this group. So it's not too surprising that I can't bear to see the tragedy and take in the elderly neighbors who have suffered.
Furthermore, Fang Chang's diagnosis just now was not aimless. According to a doctor's standard, time is indeed numbered. And he is not suitable to take action to stop all this. After all, the matter of life and death is the destiny of heaven. If he treats rashly, there are too many causes and effects of interference, and it is against his own way of practice.
He just continued to chat with the father and son in front of him to learn about the story behind it.
Although the father and son in front of them have the color of wind and frost on their hands, and the yard is full of carpentry tools and unfinished wooden utensils for survival, they can still see the original pampering from their skin colors. In addition to the fact that the room is filled with books on several shelves, it can be seen that he is also a heir to the family of poetry and books.
"Why did your Excellency come down to this point?"
After looking around like an ordinary quack doctor, Fang Chang asked Song Huan in front of him.
The middle-aged man in front of him didn't care much about his question. After all, the matter had passed for a long time, and he was no longer ashamed of it. What's more, the doctor in front of him was so close to him for no reason.
So he pulled the painted wooden stool beside him and sat down, sighing:
"That happened a few years ago. I used to read a lot of poetry and books. I was an official in several states. Stripped of their official positions and relegated to civilians."
"I have been an official for several years, but I haven't saved much money, and I have no income after leaving the job. Fortunately, there are few people in the family. After dismissing the servants, I used my youthful skills to do some carpentry work. The youngest son is obedient and caring, but he can barely make ends meet. "
Fang Chang asked the boy next to him:
"Have you ever fallen behind in studying in recent years?"
"No." The boy said confidently.
Next to him, Song Huan also said: "Although we are down and out, we have kept all the books at home. Even if there are rare books to sell, I will copy them in advance. In addition, after being dismissed from office, I have a lot of free time on weekdays, and I can freely teach my son. "
The young man Song Shan nodded and said: "Even when I was working in the daytime, Daddy always talked about teaching me knowledge. When Daddy was an official, he didn't have time to teach me, and he didn't even see him a few times throughout the year. .”
Passing the child's head in relief, the middle-aged man sighed:
"It's normal for official families. Not to mention that they can't go back to their hometown when they are down and down, and relatives who used to have contact with each other will often lose contact. The book says it well: No one asks you if you live in a poor city, and you have distant relatives in the mountains if you are rich. No one speaks behind people, who doesn't speak before others? If you have money, you speak the truth, but if you don't have money, your words are not true. If you don't believe it, just watch the wine in the feast and persuade the rich first. Sigh..."
The three of them were talking to each other, when a faint ouch came from the bed next to them, but it was a comatose patient waking up.
"water…"
Song Shan walked aside, poured some water into the jug, and fed it to the old man on the bed. After a few sips, the moist feeling brought some clarity to the patient. He opened his eyes and thanked Song Shan. Then he saw Fang Chang next to him, and said in a weak tone:
"The doctor is here, don't waste your money, my family knows my family affairs, and my situation is hopeless."
The old man cheered up slightly and said:
"My life is worth it. It's a pity that I was careless when I was old. When I was down and down, I encountered this kind of thing again, which caused my body to collapse. I don't have a chance to start again. It's good to die at this time, so as not to blame myself day after day The desolation is all due to this strange disease."
Fang Chang suddenly said in a deep voice:
"If there is anything else you want to say, why don't you say it all? Do you have any regrets or have any funeral arrangements?"
Hearing this "doctor" say this, both Song Huan Songshan and the old man lying on the couch turned their heads to look at the speaker. They all realized that now is the time for the patient to return to his former glory, and they are afraid that the person on the bed will die soon.
The old man struggled to sit up, Song Shan immediately stepped forward to help him up, and then put something behind him to make him sit still.
He looked around, he was more energetic than before, and said in a slow pace:
"What's going on? There's nothing to say. Now I don't have much, and I'm relaxed. Fortunately, my family is not prosperous, and the only two children are disobedient. They entered the rivers and lakes with money and weapons. I don’t know where I went, and I just pretend that they don’t have it, and I don’t need to explain to them. When I die, you can give me a straw mat and throw me into a mass grave outside the city.”
Speaking of this, the old man was a little resentful:
"It's just that God has no eyes. Originally, I was at home. I had a house and a field. There were many tenants in my family and dozens of animals in the barn. As a result, there was a flood and the river was diverted. The family business accumulated by generations was wiped out. The family's fields and houses were all washed away by the diversion of the river, and the tenants ran away.
"I was planning to buy a piece of land somewhere and start a new business here. I blamed my obsession, but I was deceived by those thieves again. Now there is nothing left."
"Actually, it's not a big problem at this point. I know how to change from a poor person to a rich person. Give me ten years, and there will be two or three famines, and I will still be a superior person... Unfortunately, this disease, this body is not good. will give me time..."
Song Shan frowned and said:
"Ten-year guarantee to get rich? Could this be ill-gotten wealth?"
The returning old man glanced at him and laughed again and again:
"In this world, who started a family with righteous wealth? They are all people with sinful hands. Even those rich and noble families that have been passed down for many generations are nothing more than the ancestors who did evil, and the descendants will continue to do good deeds and cultivate a good reputation. , and there is a foundation.”
Frowning deeper, Song Shan continued: "This is unreasonable."
The old man laughed: "Of course it's unreasonable, but retribution doesn't involve retribution. It's your own business to be reincarnated after death, and it has nothing to do with future generations. In the final analysis, these land properties are passed on to future generations, just like the title of the emperor. , is a matter of course, and this kind of pattern is always unavoidable."
Song Shan remained silent, but his father Song Huan sighed slightly.
Having been an official for many years and inspecting various places, he knew that what the old man said was true. Although this kind of thing sounds unreasonable, it is a common phenomenon.
After chatting for a while, the old man on the bed praised and thanked the Song family father and son several times.
Then, as if dozing off, he slowly lowered his head and finally stopped breathing. Fang Chang had his own spiritual vision after entering the practice. He could see the soul of the old man coming out leisurely. With the last breath of yang energy, he left the house and left the hospital in an instant. road.
(end of this chapter)