[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Bai Rong came back early, but the news he brought back was not satisfactory.

"That person is stubborn, and he still refuses to say it until now."

Cui Song vaguely realized that Bai Rong's interrogation was not the interrogation he understood, and it must have been tainted with secret means.He felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't have the leisure to show kindness to a person who wanted his life, so he could only try to ignore this feeling.

Guo Jia looked at Bai Rong: "Could it be that even you have nothing to do with this person?"

Bai Ronglang laughed: "Sir, you don't need to provoke me. Although this person is stubborn, he is only patient for a while. Tomorrow night at the latest, I will definitely ask this person to tell the truth."

"So, wait for the good news."

Bai Rong left the tent with great fighting spirit, and when he lifted the tent, he saw a person standing in front of the tent, blocking his way.

"You are... Mr. Yuan's servant?"

Cui Song raised his head upon hearing the sound, and saw Gan Ji standing there in a lotus-colored skirt.

"Concubine Gan's." Gan Ji held an earthen jar in her hand, bowed her head to salute, "Come to deliver medicine for the young master."

Cui Song's face turned blue when he heard the word "send medicine".

Since he was separated from his servants and stayed in a foreign tribe for several months, except for the one time when he broke his hand, he never drank any soup.I thought that the days of drinking bitter juice were over, but I didn't expect that when Qiao Ji came back, the first thing she asked was his physical condition.After he made it clear that he didn't have any other discomforts other than the hand injury, Qiao Ji still forced him to drink a lot of medicinal juice... In addition to the medicine for the hand injury, there was also the medicine that he had been drinking since the beginning of time travel. Stopped by "Healthy Soup".

Cui Song couldn't understand—he had his body checked by a pharmacist, not to mention being as strong as a tiger, but also as healthy as an ox. Even because of keeping filial piety, he didn't eat well in the past few years and hurt his mind. Slowly use diet to adjust That's it, is it necessary to drink these bitter juices all the time?

What's more, the medicine is [-]% poisonous, if he continues to drink like this, he is afraid that if he is not sick, he will get sick from drinking it.

He then told Qiao Ji about his doubts, but Qiao Ji just shook her head, saying that this was the meaning of Cui Song's father, and she could not go against it without authorization.

Because of this matter, Guo Jia, who has a little knowledge of medical science, specially took the dregs of the medicine, carefully identified the ingredients, and tasted it while Cui Song was drinking the medicine. Finally, he came to the conclusion that this is indeed just an ordinary medicine for calming the nerves and strengthening the body. .

He agrees with the pharmacist Cui Song once consulted.

Cui Song had no choice but to continue negotiating with Qiao Ji. At the beginning, Qiao Ji refused to let go, until Cui Song cheated and poured out all the medicine, she reluctantly agreed to change the cycle of taking the medicine from once every three days to once every ten days .

But even so, after half a year of devastation on his taste buds, Cui Song's expression changed when he heard the "medicine".

Seeing that it was Gan Ji instead of Qiao Ji who came to deliver the medicine, Cui Song couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Why are you here to deliver the medicine today?"

Gan Ji filtered the concoction and sent it to Cui Song.

"Wei Lang and the others are unwell today, and Qiao Ji is checking their pulse, so she asked me to bring the medicine."

Cui Song said: "Since that's the case, let's put it aside for now."

Gan Ji stared at Cui Song intently with a pair of apricot eyes.

Cui Song surrendered: "Forget it, bring it."

He drank the poisonous concoction bitterly, covered his mouth and slowly moved out.

Guo Jia couldn't help laughing, and kept up.

"I've also tasted that Yaojia, and it's really hard to drink."

It's a pity that these resonant remarks not only have no consoling effect, but at this moment there is a feeling of "sarcasm".

Cui Song turned his head and glared at him, then turned his head away, covered his mouth and continued walking.

Because the taste of the medicine was really irritating, his eye glands were choked sour, and a little watery glow was produced under the sunlight.

Guo Jia suddenly stopped, frowning in confusion.

As Cui Song was walking, he realized that there was no one beside him. Looking back, he saw Guo Jia standing motionless in the middle of the road like a dropped wallet: "What's wrong?"

Guo Jia came back to his senses, suppressed the strange feeling that just sprouted for a moment, and stepped forward a few steps: "It's nothing. What's Zi Cong's plan next?"

Cui Song didn't know which aspect he was asking: "Let's go shopping first."

Guo Jia knew that he had lost his mind, and said bluntly: "Where does Zi Cong want to go when this matter is over?"

Where are you going in the future?

Cui Song was a little confused.

The world is in turmoil, the four seas are split, in the chaotic world, how to choose a place to live?

Seeing his silence, Guo Jia took a step forward and said in a low voice, "If Zi Cong is undecided, why not..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud cry suddenly came from behind him.

Cui Song and the two looked around, and saw a half-year-old boy frantically holding another two-three-year-old baby, coaxing him in a hurry.

There were black words tattooed on the young man's face, and Cui Song recognized his identity at a glance even at a distance.

His name seems to be...

"Horse...Yu Lang?"

It was the tattooed boy who was regarded as evil by some female Qiang people and who had been following him and Guo Jia some time ago.

Unexpectedly, Cui Song could call out his own name, Ma Yulang was taken aback, quickly raised his head and glanced at them, stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the baby in his arms, trying to silence his crying.

Maybe it was aware of Ma Yulang's panic, or maybe it was blocked and it was difficult to cry, the baby stopped crying, opened a pair of eyes that looked like cleaned glass, and looked timidly at Cui Song and Guo Jia. .

Cui Song has never seen this baby: "This child is...?"

Ma Yulang bowed his head awkwardly: "This child was placed in a straw cage in the kitchen. I heard it belonged to the Zags..."

Ma Yulang couldn't bear to say it, but Cui Song already understood what he meant.

The Zags have always hated the Han people, not only killing them wantonly, but also cannibalizing them.

This child is placed in that kind of place, I am afraid...

"I talked to the head of state...she agreed to let me take care of this child..." Ma Yulang lowered his head and said in a voice like a gnat, "but I don't seem to be able to take care of it well."

At this time, Ma Yulang did not have the indifference and stubbornness when he was isolated and questioned at the beginning, just like an ordinary young man who was somewhat introverted and had some low self-esteem.

Cui Song saw that he was hesitating, and comforted him: "You are a half-old child, how do you know how to take care of a baby, learn more from Yuan Niang and the others, and you will be able to get started soon." Lacking arguments, he used local materials, He "sold" Guo Jia unceremoniously, "Don't look at Brother Guo's strategizing, as if nothing can be difficult, he made Guo Yi cry on the first day."

The corner of Guo Jia's mouth twitched.

If he remembers correctly, Guo Yi also had a part in Zi Cong when he was crying...

Seeing Ma Yulang looking over in surprise and curiosity, Guo Jia didn't try to dismantle Cui Song's platform, and said sullenly, "Everything has a process from unfamiliarity to familiarity. There is no need to be depressed, just learn from it."

Cui Song pretended not to understand the deep meaning of Guo Jia's words, and nodded in agreement: "Exactly."

Encouraged, Ma Yulang came forward with the baby in his arms: "Can you please give him a name, gentlemen?"

The named waste Cui Song turned his attention to Guo Jia.

Guo Jia thought about it for a moment, and remembered the loud cry of the baby just now: "Dajun is spreading things, and it is boundless[1]. Let's name it Ma Jun."

Cui Song, who has no literary talent and knows nothing about poetry: "...um. Good name."

In fact, he didn't know what Guo Jia said at all, but he praised without changing his face, without integrity.

No matter what the ancients named it, they had to have meaning, imagery, determination, and quotations from scriptures... He, a pseudo-ancient, was really tired.

But having said that... the name Ma Jun seems familiar?

Ma Yulang also didn't understand the first half of Guo Jia's sentence, and his focus was on another matter: "Your last name?"

He was extremely surprised, even a little terrified.

Guo Jia said: "Why not?"

"But me, after I'm a sinner..." Ma Yulang lowered his voice and struggled to squeeze out the second half of the sentence, "If he wants to follow my humble surname..."

"What is cheap?" Guo Jiasu said, "Heaven does not sin, but man decides. There has never been a natural sinner in this world. Even if he is convicted of a felony, he may not really be guilty."

"Traders and pawns, those who buy shoes and weave mats, worry about their livelihood; advocate actors and musicians, and master musicians, each passing on their skills, is it cheap? Even if you are despised by thousands of people, it is difficult to hold your head up, but you can stick to your heart. Shake your clothes, wash your feet, what do you have to do with others? There is no contempt in the world, but self-contempt."

This is not the first time that Cui Song feels that Guo Jia's three views are compatible with modern times.He gave Guo Jia 32 likes in his heart.

Who can choose his birth?Is it true that if you were born in a poor family, or if the elders in your family are in prison, you will be beaten to death with a stick, and you deserve to accept other people's eyes?

Guo Jia's point of view, not to mention being regarded as heresy in ancient times with strict classes, is very rare even in modern times.

You must know that in the modern era that emphasizes (relative) equality, there are still many people relying on their own wealth, not treating the poor as human beings, and treating human life as a joke.

Beating and scolding homeless people, bossing around waiters, looking down on sanitation workers, thinking of oneself as noble... these are not trivial.My father is XX Gang, and my father is XX Jiang. Be careful that I, Ye Liangchen, will make you unable to get along... Every year, uncles with the same level of calcium deficiency become hot topics and hit the headlines of various editions.

Cui Song racked his brains to pull out an ancient Chinese text from his high school Chinese textbook: "Is there a kindness between princes and generals?"

The founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bang, was a poor bastard when he was young, and he was stabbed in the face by Ying Bu. Later, he became a king with a different surname. up.

After hearing Guo Jia and Cui Song's words, Ma Yulang was greatly touched, and thanked them again and again.

At night, Cui Song was sleeping soundly in his dream, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside, a hand beside him shook his shoulder, shaking him awake.

"Feng Xiao...?" He squinted his eyes, not yet fully awake, "Dawn...?"

Cui Song was still confused, Guo Jia had already taken the coat from the pillow and put it on him.

"Something went wrong, let's go out and take a look."

Cui Song closed his eyes slowly, waited until the words "something went wrong" walked around in his mind, and then opened them suddenly.

"What happened?"

Guo Jia put a cloak on him: "Talk while walking."

Cui Song and Guo Jia came outside the tent and went all the way to the northeast corner of the camp.

Guo Jia explained as he walked: The assassin who was imprisoned in the firewood room by Bai Rong escaped somehow, and was discovered by the night watchman, which caused a commotion in the entire camp.

Arriving at the scene of the accident, Cui Song couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the situation ahead.

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[1] Dajun spreads things, and the mound is boundless—from Han Jiayi's "Ode to the Bird"