Chapter 330 Zheng Xiaolin

March 19th, early morning.

At Baihu Mountain, Han Song happily reported to Zhen Sanshan:

"Reporting to the Third Master, that bastard Ji Qiwei has retreated thirty miles overnight!"

Although he had guessed that Ji Qiwei would do this, when he really heard the news, a look of relief appeared on Zhen Sanshan's wrinkled old face.

In the past few days, the attacks of Ji Qiwei's troops have been very fierce. At most, nine of the eleven hilltops outside Baihu Mountain fell. For a time, the people of Baihu Mountain were in panic and everyone was in danger. Zhen Sanshan was so anxious that he killed hundreds of bandits who had deserted their posts and offered a reward of 12,000 taels of silver. Only then did he recapture the outer hilltops and stabilize the morale of the army.

To be honest, Zhen Sanshan was very grateful that Song Wenhui let Ji Qiwei, a brave but reckless man, lead the army to attack. If Ji Qiwei had used swift tactics and not given him time to gather his troops, he would have directly attacked at the foot of Baihu Mountain.

Then, the White Tiger Mountain, which was guarded by only 10,000 troops at that time, could definitely not stop Ji Qiwei's fierce army...

Whenever Zhen Sanshan thought of this, he became more determined to take this opportunity to defeat Ji Qiwei and teach Song Wenhui a profound lesson!

"Where are Feng Erlangzi, Li Mang, and Sun Dahai now?" After a pause, Zhen Sanshan asked Han Song:
"Third Master, about two hours ago, Feng Erlangzi sent someone to report that he had brought 5,000 men to Shuangshenggou. An hour ago, Li Mang also sent someone to deliver news that his 6,000 men had arrived at Sihe Township. Sun Dahai just sent news that his 10,000 men had already arrived at Lanjiabao!"

"But the three bastards, as if they had discussed it beforehand, all asked us for money and food!" At the end, Han Song, the cousin of Zhen Sanshan, said indignantly:

Zhen Sanshan sneered when he heard this:

"How much do they want for both?"

"Feng Erlangzi wants 20,000 taels of silver and 30,000 shi of grain and grass, Li Mang wants 35,000 taels of silver and 50,000 shi of grain and grass, and Sun Dahai actually asks us for 100,000 taels of silver and 100,000 shi of grain and grass."

In addition to these, Sun Dahai somehow knew that we have iron cannons, so he wants to ask us for 500 Japanese iron cannons..." Han Song said truthfully:
Hearing Han Song's statement, Zhen Sanshan's eyes immediately showed murderous intent. This Sun Dahai was indeed very ambitious. He had spent so much effort to obtain the Japanese cannon, but he actually dared to covet it. He was really courting his own death!
Although he had already planned to kill Sun Dahai, Zhen Sanshan certainly had not forgotten the great enemy Ji Qiwei. Now was the time when he needed the help of these leaders to deal with Ji Qiwei. At this time, he must not lose the big picture for the small, and lose the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds...

Realizing this, Zhen Sanshan narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Send someone to tell Feng Erlangzi and Li Mang that I have agreed to their request. I can give them half of the money and food first, and when I chop off Ji Qiwei's head, I will give them the other half!"

"As for Sun Dahai, tell him that I don't have that much money and food left. I can only give him 50,000 taels of silver and 50,000 shi of food and grass, but I can give him a few of the craftsmen who make Japanese cannons!"

Upon hearing what Zhen Sanshan said, Han Song immediately became anxious and said:

"Those craftsmen of Master San were obtained from the Black Dragon Society after we went through so much trouble and sacrificed thousands of our brothers. How can we just give them to a smiling tiger like Sun Dahai so easily?"

Zhen Sanshan smiled and shook his head:
"Songzi, uncle will teach you a lesson. If you don't sacrifice your child, you won't get the wolf back!"

"If you want a few wolf cubs to fight for you, you must be willing to spend money!"

"Once we defeat Ji Qiwei, it won't be too late for us to settle accounts with him slowly!"

Seeing that Zhen Sanshan was confident, Han Song gave him a thumbs up and praised him:

"Third Master, you are so resourceful. Feng Erlengzi, Li Mang, and Sun Dahai are nothing but a bunch of brats in front of you. Even if they pat eight horses, they can't touch even one of your fingers..."

Hearing Han Song's naked anger, Zhen Sanshan, who was in a good mood, shook his head. Just when he wanted to say something, he suddenly started coughing violently, and his face turned the color of liver!

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Seeing the sudden change in Zhen Sanshan, Han Song hurriedly patted Zhen Sanshan's back to make him feel better. After coughing more than ten times, Zhen Sanshan finally coughed out a trace of bright red blood. Seeing the blood, Han Song realized that the situation was serious and wanted to call for help:
"Doctor, call the doctor quickly..."

As soon as Han Song shouted, Zhen Sanshan grabbed his arm and gritted his teeth and ordered:
"Don't shout, don't shout! I have medicine in my pocket, take it out for me!"

Han Song was undoubtedly very surprised to hear Zhen Sanshan's words. Just when he hesitated, Zhen Sanshan grabbed his hand and said:

"Matsuko! Be obedient! Do as I say!"

Seeing Zhen Sanshan said this, Han Song had no choice but to do as he was told and stop shouting. He took out a small medicine bottle from Zhen Sanshan and handed it to him. Zhen Sanshan, who looked tired, took the bottle and poured out three small brown pills and swallowed them.

Although Zhen Sanshan still had no strength after taking the medicine, his complexion was undoubtedly much better than before. With the help of Han Song, Zhen Sanshan slowly came to the bedroom to rest. Looking at Zhen Sanshan lying on the bed, Han Song hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but asked with concern:
"Third Master, you just coughed up blood. I think you should call a doctor to take a look. If you have any disease, the sooner we can treat it, the better!"

Han Song's words were truly heartfelt, and the concern and anxiety in his eyes could not be faked at all. On the one hand, Zhen Sanshan was his uncle, and he was Zhen Sanshan's nephew, so the two had a blood relationship...

On the other hand, and also the biggest reason, is naturally because Zhen Sanshan is his biggest backer on Baihu Mountain. Without Zhen Sanshan's strong promotion against all odds, Han Song would never be able to sit in the position of Shuixiang, one of the four pillars of Baihu Mountain, with his ability.

Zhen Sanshan's promotion also made countless people on the mountain jealous of Han Song. In addition, Han Song himself was not an easy person to deal with. He was not low-key at all in normal times. Relying on Zhen Sanshan's favor, he had many grudges with people on the mountain because of various trivial matters.

These are naturally nothing when Zhen Sanshan is around, but if one day Zhen Sanshan is gone...
Previously, Han Song thought that Zhen Sanshan was in its prime, and it might be an exaggeration to say that he could live for another 20 or 30 years, but there would be no problem in living for another 10 or 8 years, so he had never considered this issue.

But now seeing Zhen Sanshan like this, Han Song was really panicked, and began to regret vaguely that he had acted recklessly without restraint!
If Zhen Sanshan died, what would Han Song do? Wouldn't those bastards chop him to pieces?

Listening to Han Song's words, Zhen Sanshan slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the anxious and flustered Han Song, Zhen Sanshan sighed slightly in his heart, but on the surface he still forced a smile and said lightly:
"Don't worry, these are just old problems that have been going on for years! Songzi, don't worry about anything!"

"I know my own body well. I won't die for a while. There are many people on the mountain. If others knew that I called a doctor, there might be rumors. Now is a critical moment. We must not let the morale of the troops drop..."

Seeing that Zhen Sanshan could still laugh and his expression was not as ugly as before, Han Song was optimistic that Zhen Sanshan's situation was not that bad, and his worries were alleviated. He immediately said:
"I'm glad you're okay, Third Master!"

After comforting Han Song for a few words, Zhen Sanshan told him:
"When you go back, have someone find your brother Xiaolin. I have something to say to him!"

"Yes, I'll go now!" Han Song nodded heavily without thinking too much and agreed to the matter. Half an hour later, Han Song brought a middle-aged man in his thirties who was on crutches to Zhen Sanshan's bedside.

This man was thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind. He looked somewhat similar to Zhen Sanshan who was lying on the bed, but the most striking thing was the disability of his right leg. This man was Zhen Sanshan’s only son - Zheng Xiaolin!

Seeing the appearance of his son Zheng Xiaolin, Zhen Sanshan's mood eased a little, and he waved to Han Song beside him.

Han Song immediately understood that Zhen Sanshan and his son wanted to talk alone, so he tactfully withdrew. After Han Song left, Zheng Xiaolin, who was leaning on a crutch, grabbed Zhen Sanshan's wrist and took his pulse!
Feeling Zhen Sanshan's pulse, Zheng Xiaolin's face suddenly became very solemn. Compared with the solemn Zheng Xiaolin, Zhen Sanshan was undoubtedly very open-minded. He pulled his hand back and said with a smile:

"No need to look! He is incurable and will only be gone for a month or two."

Listening to Zhen Sanshan's words, Zheng Xiaolin lowered his head. Seeing this, Zhen Sanshan said very casually:

“Birth, aging, sickness and death are the common feelings of all human beings. From the emperor to the peddlers, everyone has to go through this cycle. I have experienced both downfall and glory in my life, but I can say that I have lived a happy life in this world, and it is not in vain…”

"Xiao Lin, don't act like a woman. It makes people upset!"

Looking at his father who was so calm and fearless of death, Zheng Xiaolin couldn't help but feel sad.

As the leader of the Green Forest, Zhen Sanshan's name is known to everyone in Liaoyang. However, whether in the Green Forest or on the White Tiger Mountain, few people know that the powerful and ruthless Zhen Sanshan has an only son!
This is not because Zhen Sanshan intentionally prevents the real Zheng Xiaolin from appearing before the world. On the contrary, Zhen Sanshan extremely hopes that Zheng Xiaolin can stand up and inherit his career. The reason why Zheng Xiaolin is unknown is that this is Zheng Xiaolin's own wish!
Perhaps it was because Zhen Sanshan had killed and looted countless people, causing countless families to be destroyed, thus hurting Tianhe. So in order to punish Zhen Sanshan, God made his only son Zheng Xiaolin born with a congenital right leg disability, and he could not stand up since birth.

Zhen Sanshan naturally loves his only son very much. In order to cure Zheng Xiaolin's disabled right leg, Zhen Sanshan visited famous doctors, asked for elixirs and medicines, and even offered a reward of 12,000 taels of silver, but he always returned empty-handed!

But perhaps there is always a way out. God was moved by Zhen Sanshan's efforts. Just when Zhen Sanshan felt desperate, old man Du Jingdu, known as the Sage of the North, came to the deep mountains and forests of Liaoyang to collect herbs.

After learning about Mr. Du's arrival, Zhen Sanshan's hope was rekindled. He personally brought people and valuable gifts to visit him, hoping that Mr. Du could cure Zheng Xiaolin...
At the beginning, considering Zhen Sanshan's reputation as a big bandit, Mr. Du was reluctant to treat Zheng Xiaolin, so he politely declined Zhen Sanshan's visit.

But who would have thought that Zhen Sanshan actually stood outside Grandpa Du's door for a whole day and night, acting as if he would not leave until he saw Du Jing.

Perhaps there was no other way, or perhaps Du Jing was moved by Zhen Sanshan's love for his son, anyway, Du Jing was finally willing to meet Zhen Sanshan. After learning about Zheng Xiaolin's situation, Du Jing was willing to treat Zheng Xiaolin, but this compassionate and savior doctor gave Zhen Sanshan three conditions!
The three conditions were that Zhen Sanshan swore a blood oath that he would never massacre a village or a city, that he would open the warehouse to provide relief to the victims of the flood in Posuo Prefecture, and the last one was to let Zheng Xiaolin follow him to learn medicine.

After Zhen Sanshan agreed to these three conditions, Du Jing followed Zhen Sanshan back to Baihu Mountain and began to treat Zheng Xiaolin.

As the saying goes, a great reputation is a great talent. Since Grandpa Du Jing is known as the Saint of the North, his ability is naturally extraordinary. Under his treatment, Zheng Xiaolin, who had seen countless famous doctors and taken countless medicines but was still confined to a wheelchair, can now get rid of the wheelchair and stand up and walk with crutches...
Zheng Xiaolin was able to stand up, which was undoubtedly great news for Zhen Sanshan. He had always wanted Zheng Xiaolin to inherit his career, but it was obvious that a disabled person who could only sit in a wheelchair could not convince the public at all!
Although I am not as good as a normal person now with crutches, at least I can accept it.

Zhen Sanshan had a good plan for Zheng Xiaolin. He wanted him to gradually take over his own people, establish his prestige, learn the art of commanding subordinates, and one day become a king.

But unfortunately, Zhen Sanshan had never expected that more than ten years of bedridden life would make Zheng Xiaolin very sensitive. He hated the way other people looked at his right leg and hated contact with others. Therefore, he was very resistant to his father's arrangement.

Compared to what Zhen Sanshan taught him, how to kill people to establish his authority, and how to use both kindness and force, Zheng Xiaolin prefers to stay with Du Jing and learn how to study medicine and cure diseases and save lives!
(End of this chapter)