Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

Unfortunately, Ah Sheng caught up with the rainy season when he entered Lujiang territory.

The tide in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River is surging, which is not comparable to Yangdu, which is known as Xiaojiangnan.Zhuge Liang, who left his hometown for the first time to experience a sudden change in climate, suffered a lot.Not only did he lose his appetite, but his arms and legs started to swell.But the young man is a picky eater, eating barley and rice every day is like going to the torture rack.

"Cao Zi, give me a good time." Xiao Liang lay on the couch in the Lujiang Sun Mansion, wailing weakly, "I want to take medicine, the fierce kind, and I don't want barley and rice."

Ah Sheng: "..."

"Cao Zi's skill in cooking barley rice is too bad, uh, blah blah." Zhuge Liang's mouth was blocked by a spoonful of barley, and tears came out.

After Ah Sheng finished feeding the spoonful of rice, he placed the bowl heavily on the tray, making a "bang" sound. "Ah Zhen," she grabbed a strong man casually, "you watch him and let him finish eating." Then she left angrily.

Ah Zhen, who was covering her mouth and giggling at the side, had no choice but to come up, picked up the still hot rice bowl, and stirred it with a blue porcelain spoon: "Is it bad? I remember that my second uncle is very good at craftsmanship."

Zhuge Liang turned over and "groaned and chirped", indicating that he just refused the rice of barley.

Ah Zhen was wearing a flesh-pink underwear. Even though the outerwear was quite formal in red and black, the pink collar and cuffs showed her youthful beauty.The beautiful young woman sat gracefully beside Zhuge Liang's couch, and while stirring the barley in the bowl to dissipate heat, she said: "When I was young, my father was always very happy when my second uncle cooked. My father said that it is not easy for her to stand up, and she is often more than Men are a hundred times more busy. The second uncle was originally very good at cooking, not only able to cook delicious food, but also creative from time to time, but the cooking was squeezed into a corner by military affairs, just like she seldom sings and dances, Those two things always made Dad feel bad."

Zhuge Liang's ears moved, and then he heard his muffled voice: "Cao Zi is a person who distinguishes priorities. Living people is more important than appetite."

"Yes, thousands of people are more important than appetite, much more important."

Cao Zhen’s inner and outer meanings made Zhuge Liang uncomfortable. He suddenly turned over and sat up, accusing angrily: “Appetite is not important, you just want to persuade me to eat bad food! But I don’t want to eat barley, I have finally arrived in the south, and I want to eat rice to my full."

His childishness inspired Cao Zhen's maternal love, and she couldn't help but want to laugh again.

"Mrs. Cao, please intercede with Cao Zi, let me take medicine. I have a good foundation, I can bear it, and I will recover quickly." Zhuge Liang opened his teary dog ​​eyes wide, and unremittingly released his attack on Cao Zhen, " I've been eating barley rice for five days, that is, no more blisters. The barley is so hard, my throat is scratched."

"Where is it so delicate? Your throat is scratched? But I heard you speak very loudly."

Zhuge Liang covered his mouth.

Just at this time, Ah Sheng came in with a bowl of black Chinese medicine. "I really lost to you, little cunning." She also placed the medicine bowl heavily on the tray, and made a "bang", "Drink the medicine, strong medicine, don't cry when the time comes."

Zhuge Liang got up quickly, took the medicine bowl and dried it to the end: "No, no, I am very easy to feed." He wiped his mouth clean, then took out a piece of candied plum wrapped in oil paper from his purse, and put it in the mouth.

That night, Zhuge Liang squatted in the hut for half a night, crying.But finally, the next day, all the symptoms of eczema disappeared.Without the trouble of acclimatization, Zhuge Liang became the lively Zhuge Liang again, wandering around the city of Lujiang during the rainy season, just like any young man who left the province for the first time.

After just a stroll, he even picked up a junior for himself.

This story has to start from the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.May is an evil month. Originally, the Dragon Boat Festival should be a sunny day.However, because the rainy season came very early this year, the Dragon Boat Festival was also shrouded in continuous rain.

Zhuge Liang is wearing a bamboo hat with a very wide brim. The hard new moso bamboo is covered with a layer of airtight wax, which can line up the water drops falling from the sky one by one.The rain finally turned into a series of water curtains around the boy's body, enclosing a dry world for him.

The pale leather boots bounced briskly on the bluestone slab, as if playing a sun-dappled movement, even if it was sprinkled with rain or stepped on a mud puddle, it would not stop.

This city surrounded by mountains and rivers is high in the south and low in the north.As a political fortress, Sun's Mansion naturally occupies a higher position in the south, and the longest bluestone road in the city winds down from the gate of Sun's Mansion, passing through rows of black tiles and white walls, and passing through moss-covered The old city wall, and finally came to the water army camp outside the river.

Because of the abundant rainfall in the past few days, clumps of weeds began to grow on the school field outside the camp, and against the background of several dilapidated wooden piles, it was extremely desolate, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

The sound of rain enveloped the sky and earth, muffled many sounds.The gray of the dark clouds filled the air, making it hard to lift the eyelids.Soldiers who can still stand guard in the camp in this kind of weather with coir raincoats on duty can already be said to have done their duty.If the whole army is training in the heavy rain, that's not hard work, it's stupid - the number of people who contracted the cold and fell down is definitely enough for the commander to eat a pot.

And what Zhuge Liang was facing at this time was a fool.

This boy, at most fifteen or sixteen years old, had his hair tied up like a chicken coop, and after being drenched in sweat, the broken hair was all glued to his forehead, and he couldn't see half of his face clearly.He stood alone on the school field in the rain, with his legs spread shoulder-width apart, his waist accumulating strength, and his energy sinking to his dantian, and then——

"drink!"

With a punch, he hit the sandbag hard.The sandbags, which had been soaked by the rain for a long time, hardly made any sound.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

The boy was like an unconscious wooden man, waving his fists constantly.There was only a gradually louder, then softer cry, revealing his exhaustion and forced recovery.

With his hands behind his back, Ah Liang stared at the little brother through the water curtain that slid down from the bamboo hat.The coarse cloth on his body was completely soaked, and his calves were muddy brown, and the appearance of his trousers and shoes could not be seen clearly.

"Are you still beating?" Ah Liang moved his fingers, grabbing a small packet of sliced ​​ginger.

The little brother touched the water on his face, and a simple and honest smile appeared on his ordinary face: "Yeah." Then he turned his head and continued to smash the sandbag.He didn't stop until he punched a full two hundred punches, still standing wet in the rain, and explained to Zhuge Liang: "Adjutant He said that if I can break this sandbag, he will help me to intercede with my brother-in-law." , allow me to join the army."

"Only a fool would believe Adjutant He's nonsense." Zhuge Liang said almost immediately, "Your brother-in-law is a military lord, and he said that it is for your own good to stop children from fighting. How can an adjutant be able to persuade him?"

The little brother is clumsy, but very stubborn: "Adjutant He promised me."

Zhuge Liang stomped his feet angrily: "He has always looked down on you, this is to punish you."

The boy lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.Then he shook his head and shook off the water droplets on one end: "I'm going to punch."

The sandbag shook again.Clothes were glued to the boy's arms, revealing the clear shape of biceps.He is like an abandoned golden retriever, holding on to a promise that will never be fulfilled in the endless rain.

"You—" Zhuge Liang gritted his teeth, then squatted down, his tangled fingers almost tore through the cloth bag containing sliced ​​ginger. "Looking at a fool punching, I'm probably a fool too." Xiao Liang finally sighed, muttering to himself.

Beside the mighty Bishui, a boy was playing sandbags in the rain, like an unconscious wooden man; another boy was squatting beside him wearing a bamboo hat, like a still rock.The long rainy season has no end in sight.

When did the sandbag break?

It's hard to remember to be honest.The unchanging days blur people's senses, seem to be very long, and seem to be only for a moment.Zhuge Liang only remembered that it was a moonless evening when the rain stopped and the long-lost Milky Way appeared in the sky, illuminated by the afterglow from the west.The wind comes from the river, and it feels a little warm.

"drink!"

"Pfft...wow—"

The boy swung his fist as usual, breaking the thick sackcloth wrapped in sand.The 120th hit in this group was mediocre.So much so that he stopped his hand for a while, and punched forward for the 120th time, and his entire fist was buried in the pouring yellow sand.

The young man was stunned.

Zhuge Liang jumped up: "Broken! You broke the sandbag!"

The boy retracted his fists and stood still, only to laugh belatedly. "I did it." He said, "I'll go to Adjutant He."

"Wait—" Zhuge Liang wanted to stop him, but he didn't complete his words.Some people don't look back until they bump into the south wall. If they forcefully prevent him from hitting, they don't even have to be friends.

Facts once again proved Zhuge Liang's IQ, even though he only met that "Adjutant He" a few times.

"What? Enlist in the army? Hahahahahaha, you really broke the sandbag." Adjutant He and his colleagues held wine bottles, half-drunk, and laughed unscrupulously.

"You don't really believe Lao He's nonsense, do you?"

"Hahahahahaha, he really believed it, he really believed it. What did I say? Old Zhang, I am willing to admit defeat."

The old Zhang angrily took out half a sling of copper coins, patted Adjutant He on the palm of his hand, and then turned his head to teach the young man: "You should be more careful. It is Deng Junhou's decision not to let you join the army. His old He What face do you have?"

"Old Zhang, what are you talking about with him?" Adjutant He's eyes almost overflowed with disdain, "Is he very tall? Or can he master the art of war? Country people just don't know themselves, no wonder his elder sister I was almost squeezed down by the singer."

"Don't mention my sister!" The boy couldn't bear it any longer, and punched Adjutant He in the face.The sandbags on his knuckles had worn the skin off, and formed rough scabs, which cut three bloody gashes on Adjutant He's face, making it horrifying to watch.

Adjutant He was knocked down to the ground, stupefied, spit out a mouthful of blood foam and a tooth in a "bah". "Well you little brat—"

Without saying a word, the young man rode on Adjutant He and punched repeatedly. "Bang, bang, bang."

When he was about to punch the fifth punch, Lao Zhang grabbed his arm from behind.

Adjutant He took the opportunity to break free from the shackles, and got up awkwardly and fiercely: "Good job, Lao Zhang. You little bastard, don't think that you have a nepotism with Deng Junhou, so I dare not touch you. I am also Cheng Junhou's uncle!"

"Look, it's General Sun coming!" A sudden shout shook everyone's hearts, whether it was Adjutant He, who was gearing up, or Zhang Juntou, who was holding someone up, all looked around subconsciously.Zhuge Liang took the opportunity to grab the young man's arm and ran away.

The long bluestone road starts from the camp by the water and winds its way up, passing through rows of white walls and black tiles.The Sun Mansion, which was already lit, stood on the ramp, as if waiting for the boys to go home.

Many years later, when the dream of looking forward to enlisting in the army and the feeling of hating iron and steel are buried in the pile of old papers, people will still talk about the rainy season in Lujiang.The important thing is no longer the sandbags on which high hopes are placed, nor the waves of the water, or the coldness of spring.Most importantly, the fact that they met supported the ten years of confusion after the death of Emperor Wei Xuan.