Chapter 3237: The best medicine prescription for future use

Wang Meng was startled by the scene in front of him.

I saw that in the ditches in front of me, there were continuous continuous progression along the folds of the earth slope, and a row of sheds were built densely. Inside these sheds, there were also a lot of people. When I looked over, people with dense symptoms said that they would not die on the spot.

When there are too many people, the invisible pressure will rise sharply.

『Go forward!』

The Hussars standing on the slope of the earth had already screamed hoarsely, but they were still shouting with a little tiredness, guiding Wang Meng forward.

On the slope, several small officials who looked obviously depressed, but forced themselves came over, and then took advantage of the opportunity to disperse Wang Meng and others into various sheds.

Wang Meng saw wooden signs nailed to the pillars of each shed, with the word "六" marked on it, which was obviously used to count. According to the word "六" on the wooden sign, most sheds have more than 30 people.

Just like the shed assigned to by Wang Meng.

Wang Meng, holding his luggage, sat down on a small piece of ground that the man gave out of the outside. Just as he was about to ask someone next to him, a half-sized man wearing a license plate came from a distance with a bamboo basket on his shoulder.

"New? Give it, get it."

A pair of hands that were not clean, but not too dirty were reached in front of Wang Meng.

Wang Meng subconsciously took the cooked cakes delivered to him, and then watched the half-grown child walk over one shed and one shed. The cooked cakes in the basket were quickly reduced...

Wang Meng's eyes moved slightly. He lowered his head, looked at the cooked cake in his hand, and pinched it.

Very sturdy.

Although the appearance of this food is a bit dark, it is undoubtedly a good thing that fills the stomach.

On the way to escape, let alone such a cooked cake, even half of it may have a life of someone!

But now, it's just for nothing?

Seeing Wang Meng staring at the pancake in his hand, but he didn't eat it for a long time. He looked left and right. The people on the side seemed to have misunderstood something and muttered: "What's wrong? Are you afraid that others will come to grab it? Let's eat it! When we came before, we took it all, no one wanted to grab yours!"

It is not difficult to understand that subconsciously hang out. Most people are group animals. Among refugees, especially those who have just entered a small group, they often need to hand over some things, the most common one is food to obtain some "protection" from the small team.

If there is no team protection, individuals will be robbed soon after they get food...

Of course, it is not impossible to rush to eat, but most of them will be beaten. If you are beaten hard, you may be beaten to death on the spot. So as long as you stay in the refugee pile, you will know a hidden rule. If no one finds food when you find it, then how much you eat is your own. However, if there is someone next to you, hiding food is a "felony".

"If no one robs you, just eat your baby!" said the elderly at the entrance of the shack.

Wang Meng couldn't help but be stunned.

No one robs it does not mean that these people have such good character, but that it means that the most basic order has been established here!

Humans are complex creatures.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the Yuncheng Basin is not very big, and many refugees have not completely lost their humanity.

When a person is completely trapped in chaos and completely handed over reason to crazy ravage, no matter how many order rules are, they are of no use.

But this is not just a shed, nor is it just these more than thirty people. The refugees were comforted so quickly and the people returned to the rules of order. The cavalry army is really...

Is this to stabilize people's hearts with food and grass?

If everyone could hold the pancakes, how much food should we eat so many people?

Wang Meng thought he had seen the truth of the strategy of the cavalry, so he laughed, responded, and started eating immediately. He even bit his tongue because he was too fast, causing a kind laugh from the side.

The young man beside him kindly took out a bamboo tube and handed it over, "Eat slowly, be careful to choke, give it, water."

Wang Meng nodded repeatedly, took a sip, and then walked the food down, "This... this cooked cake is really solid..."

Although there is a lot of wheat bran in the cooked cakes and it looks very dark, it is definitely a serious and good food, not made of rotten and moldy.

"It's not so," the elder next to him said with a sigh, "How can you afford to eat such a good bun in ordinary days? You still have this bun for two meals a day. To be honest, you don't feel at ease when eating it..."

"Listen to this..." Wang Meng asked, "Two meals a day? Is this what?"

"Yeah, that's not." The elder sighed, a little worried, "Although this bun is good, but...hey...if that's what, it's better than a bowl of porridge..."

Some young people may not understand the meaning of the elders, but Wang Meng knew it in his heart.

The tune at the beginning is too high, and it is even more difficult to sing well in the later stage.

People's hearts are not easy to satisfy. If the cavalry cannot afford so much food, someone will inevitably be dissatisfied...

That's right.

When these refugees regard the cooked cakes in their hands as if they deserve it, and then suddenly lower the standards and the advocacy of those who are interested will inevitably cause a commotion. If you are not careful, it will be a disaster!

Ahha!

That's just right!

Wang Meng nodded in agreement on the surface, but in fact he sneered in his heart.

Because of the understanding of the people of Shandong, Wang Meng thought that the cavalry would definitely have many problems after the shortage of food and grass, so naturally there was no need to rush out. Anyway, when those greedy guys jumped around by themselves, they would just make a few more provocations. Isn’t it worry-free and effort-saving and not much danger?

While Wang Meng was thinking, he suddenly saw a few people, led by the clerk, before a shack.

"Get out of the way in front! Give me a way to the doctor!"

After hearing the yell of the little official, the refugees in the shed not far away hurriedly gave up the space.

Wang Meng was almost stunned.

What?

Doctor?

Doctors treat these refugees?

Am I crazy, or is it crazy here?

Although the little official's face looked ugly, he showed a stinky face that seemed to everyone owed him a thousand dollars, the doctor was also very simple and had no long diagnosis. He came out soon after entering the shed. He didn't know what powder he had made from the medicine box. After mixing a bowl of medicine for the patient to drink, he left quickly. There was no question of careful treatment at all...

But this is a refugee!

Wang Meng was a little confused.

Wang Meng has never seen food for refugees. After all, the first thing that refugees lack most is food. As long as there is food, they can naturally settle down. But for example, they are sent to treat refugees now, which is the first time Wang Meng has seen since childhood...

Shouldn’t refugees be like grass, and they should live if they can’t survive, and they should die if they can’t survive?

To treat a disease, it costs thousands of dollars to just touch it. Ordinary people don’t have the money to see a doctor, let alone refugees!

Could it be that Taoist priest of You Fang, the kind who burns talisman water?

Wang Meng didn't know what was feeling in his heart. He hadn't been sick, but when he was sick, he could only stand up and rely on self-healing. He had no spare money to see a disease, and even had to drag his body to work, otherwise he would have no food to eat at the end of the day. He hadn't seen him with any doctor for so many years, so...

What kind of virtue does this refugee have to have a doctor see a doctor?!

Definitely a fake doctor!

Humiliated!

It must be!

However, on the next night, I don’t know whether it was because the doctor’s medicine was effective, or because the refugees’ resistance was too low, or because the vitality of grass mustard was originally extremely strong, the cheers from the shed next door made Wang Meng’s chin fall down and he couldn’t close it for a long time…

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Side by Pingyang, on the top of Taoshan Mountain.

In the guarding mountain school palace, on the high platform of Mingtang.

Fei Qian sat on the platform, raised his head, his face slightly remembrance.

In the Mingtang, not only were there children of Hedong gentry who came to Pingyang to bet on Feiqian during the days of time, but also children of the academic court, doctors and sacrificial wine who were originally in Taoshan, Pingyang.

For example, Zhong Ji, Linghu Hui, etc.

These people are basically the so-called "clear stream" that exists in Hedong.

The so-called "clear stream" is actually not bad at the beginning, and it can even be said to be a kind person who cleanses people's hearts.

And the Eastern Han Dynasty may be the source of this "clear stream".

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Tai students Guo Tai, Jia Biao, ministers Li Ying, Chen Fan and others jointly criticized the government and exposed the crimes of the eunuch group, and were called "Qingliu". Later, this spontaneous gathering was gathered, including the Han Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty. In the late Qing Dynasty, similar political schools also appeared.

However, the so-called clear stream also extends three words, "clear discussion, clear talk, empty talk", which later generations often confused, but in fact they are not equal.

Qingyi first appeared in the late Han Dynasty. At that time, Qingliu people discussed current affairs, evaluating people and exerted influence on politics. Under the dark political reality at that time, Qingyi had a certain effect of purging the turbid and promoting the good and the good, but some children of the gentry used this to gain fame and reputation.

Qingshu was popular in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and was compared with common things. It was also called "Qingshu". Due to the high pressure of the political environment and the treacherous social atmosphere, the famous people at that time did not talk about state affairs or people's livelihood, and only talked about Laozi and Zhuangzi and Zhouyi, and lived a illusion with illusion.

As for empty talk, it specifically refers to many things that are all stuck in theory and spread in words, but are not practiced. The final result is that it has caused a war of words between political factions, caused internal strife and waste in the country, and the consequences of collapse and defeat...

These clear streams in the Han Dynasty were generally not as bad as those in the Song and Ming dynasties, so Fei Qian still wanted to use them.

At least, in the Han Dynasty, these clear streams were still talking about things, talking about criticizing specific laws, and judging specific things based on someone's words and deeds. Unlike in the late Song and late Ming dynasties, they were just cliques, not talking about whether they were actually correct or not, regardless of their actual character, they would have to be defeated if they were purely different.

If Qingliu in the Han Dynasty could still do some good things, then by the end of the Song and Ming dynasties, what they did was basically not human affairs.

At present, Fei Qian deliberately invited these so-called "clear stream" people to the scene before starting a head-on conflict with Cao Cao, and the purpose was naturally to point to the political correctness of this battle.

Everyone came to understand this, and for most of the people present, they were more or less prepared for how to maintain the "justice" of Fei Qian's next war...
To be continued...