"...I haven't been a big brother for many years. I just want to have a good love..."
Feng Yong lay on the rickety carriage, singing a song that no one could understand, word by word, completely ignoring the strange looks cast by the people around him who did not know the truth.
Along the way, everyone now knows that this is a quirk of Feng Langjun's, and not a relapse of hysteria caused by the harsh sun. As Feng Yong's fame grew, he once went crazy.
The story became known to the world along with his fame.
However, in the eyes of these people in the militia, as long as the other men in this group are still there, and as long as the promise of seventy men for one labor is still valid, even if he is really crazy again, they must find a way to escort him
Arrive at Wei County.
Besides, there are still people from the Governor's Mansion leading the army anyway.
As the nominal leader of the team that went to Wei County this time, and also suffering from hysteria, Feng Yong was able to enjoy some privileges. No one thought there was anything wrong, but took it for granted.
Although the carriage was very simple, it didn't even have a carriage. It only had three baffles around it and a roof on top to block the sun.
The only luxury is the use of woolen cloth hanging on the side to block the slanting sunlight.
In the past two years since he came to the Three Kingdoms, he ran from Jincheng to Hanzhong, then Hanzhong back to Jincheng, and then ran from Jincheng to Nanzhong. Feng Yong has become accustomed to this era without shock absorbers, at least he will not be like the first time.
Once when I went to Hanzhong, I vomited all over the place.
He was even in the mood to sing "Big Brother" - traveling in ancient times was extremely boring.
I don’t have a mobile phone, I don’t have an MP3 player, I don’t even have a Walkman tape player, and I am still on the road in this stuffy and hot weather, and I am just singing a few lines to entertain myself. Isn’t this okay?
But now Feng Tubiao found that he seemed to have discovered an entertainment project, which was to train Laifu, the elegant dog who could sing along with poems.
After singing a few lines, he picked up the dog-beating stick beside him and knocked on the car.
The black dog running under the car with its tongue outstretched heard the sound of the car knocking, subconsciously tucked its tail and barked twice "bark, woof".
Feng Yong then sang again with satisfaction, "Don't force me to miss you, don't force me to cry..."
Then he knocked on the car again.
"Woof woof..."
"Brother," Zhao Guang said as he rode a pony from the front of the group, "the sun has reached the zenith and it is the time when the heat is at its strongest. The people in front have stopped to rest. Let's stop too."
"Don't force me to fall out..."
"Woof woof..."
Feng Yong glanced at him, stood up and called two people, pointing to the wine jars in the car, "Move them out of the car, be careful."
Zhao Guang said quickly, "Brother, just let me handle this matter..."
"Get away from me! I won't let you touch me!"
Feng Yong hummed twice and sang again, "Don't force me to fall out..."
A few days ago, he learned that Feng Yong had brought three jars of fine wine to Nanzhong, and also found out from Li Yi and others that this was a peerless fine wine brewed by his brother using his master's secret method. Zhao Guang had been teasing Feng Yong to let him
Drink a sip.
In the end, Feng Yong had no choice but to pour a little carefully and let him taste it.
Unexpectedly, after he drank, he reached out to grab the wine jar.
Fortunately, Feng Yong had been training Laifu at that time, and the dog-beating stick never left his side. Seeing him like this, he whipped him on the spot until his hands swelled up. Fortunately, the alcohol had a high alcohol content. Even if Zhao Guang was addicted to alcohol, he would never
There is no way to keep drinking it.
Finally, after taking a big sip, he was forced to put down the wine jar.
From then on, Feng Yong was determined not to let him get close to where he could reach out and touch the wine jar.
Zhao Guang watched the three wine jars being moved under the shade of the tree. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said with a smile in his eyes, "Brother, why do you need to be like this? If you don't let me drink, it's fine if I don't."
Feng Yong looked at him sideways and smiled.
He walked to the shade of the tree, picked up the wine jar, opened the seal, handed it to him, and said, "Here, let's take a sip?"
Zhao Guang sniffed and sniffed the smell of alcohol wafting out of the jar. He had a heartbroken look on his face, but he didn't dare to take it.
If in normal times, he would take another slap from his brother, he would take it and take a bite.
But these days, he saw his brother constantly collecting wild flowers and weeds along the way, and then chopped them into pieces and put them in the wine jar. How could he dare to touch the wine jar at this time?
Because the weeds his brother picked had an unpleasant smell, he suspected that they were some kind of poisonous weeds.
My brother is probably making poisonous wine.
It seems that it makes sense for others to call my brother Little Poisoner.
Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong sitting under the shade of a tree with his eyes closed and meditating. He quietly moved over and asked softly, "Brother, why are you doing this poison? Could it be that Nanzhong really has your enemy? Or is it the master's sect?"
Enemy?"
When Feng Yong proposed the strategy of moving the people from the south to consolidate Hanzhong, Zhuge Liang also asked him if he had any grudges against the barbarians in the south, but he denied it at the time.
But in the various versions circulated in Jincheng last year about the Han Dynasty Prime Minister questioning Feng Langjun, many of them said that Feng Langjun had a grudge against the barbarian official, and that was why he devised such a vicious plan against the Prime Minister.
Zhao Guang didn't believe those rumors, but now he saw his brother making three jars of poisonous wine all the way, constantly filtering out the dregs and adding freshly chopped poisonous weeds, obviously to increase the toxicity.
Seeing that the originally coveted wine gradually turned into green venom, his brother had no intention of stopping. Zhao Guang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He didn't know how much hatred his brother had for that enemy?
"I said I was making medicinal wine to save people, do you believe it?"
Feng Yong opened his eyes and asked.
Zhao Guang shook his head repeatedly, even if he killed him, he wouldn't believe it.
Feng Yong curled his lips, "If you don't believe me, why are you asking?"
After that, leave him alone.
The world only knows that there are many miasmas in Nanzhong, but they don’t know that there are actually many types of miasma, including hot miasma, cold miasma, dumb miasma, etc.
Even in later generations when the Internet is developed, before Tu Youyou won the Nobel Prize for artemisinin, most people in China did not even know what malaria looked like.
Because in Feng Yong's generation, malaria was almost extinct in China.
So when many people watched "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and saw the old demon Zhuge leading his troops to Nanzhong and drinking from the dumb spring, they thought it was made up.
Little did they know that Nanzhong really had a mute disease.
The reason why Tu Youyou is widely known to the Chinese people is because she won the Nobel Prize in Medicine and made the Chinese people proud, not because of how many people artemisinin has saved in China.
The funny thing is that there are a lot of arrogant people who jump out anxiously and make irresponsible remarks, saying that this is Western medicine and has nothing to do with traditional Chinese medicine. A certain famous academic anti-counterfeiting fighter dances the most happily.
At that time, it also triggered a big controversy on the Internet.
Feng Yong, who was young and enthusiastic at the time, also jumped into this big wave and debated fiercely with others on the Internet.
Even for the sake of argument, I didn’t know how much information I read, including the industrial extraction process of artemisinin.
Not to mention what causes malaria.
Later, a few years later and I experienced a lot, I finally understood - is there any point in arguing?
Again, Druid Yuan made some people full!
What's more, the so-called anti-counterfeiting fighter even Yuan Da Druid questioned...
This made Feng Yong extremely disdainful of him.
Those so-called scholars, do they understand what is the ultimate goal of medicine?
Regardless of whether Chinese medicine or Western medicine, in the final analysis, they are all used to save people.
It is not used to show how advanced your master is, and to prove how ignorant the Chinese people are.
As long as it can save people, what does it matter if we use Chinese medicine or Western medicine? What does it matter if we combine Chinese and Western medicine and promote each other?
What's more, what is Chinese medicine? What is Western medicine?
While Chinese medicine is saving people, Western medicine is still in the era of cutting off hands and feet when it hurts!
Nowadays, Western medicine has developed, but Muyang Quan secretly changed the concept and compared the traditional Chinese medicine from thousands of years ago with modern Western medicine...
It is said that you cannot develop traditional Chinese medicine. Once it gets involved with modern technology, it is because you are backward and ignorant, so you have to rely on modern science to survive.
What kind of divine logic is this?
More importantly, the fundamental purpose of those Muyang dogs is not to argue about Chinese and Western medicine, but to undermine China's rising national self-confidence and try to make the generation that has never experienced fractures bend down again, just like those bricks back then.
The family calls the beast.
Feng Yong also accidentally discovered a lot of information during that big Internet debate, and only then did he know how much effort New China had made to eliminate malaria.
Because they have not lived under the shadow of malaria, most people in later generations of China have no idea how terrible malaria is.
That’s why Feng Yong finally thought that people who deliberately use artemisinin to provoke conflicts between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are scum!
It was at that time that he realized that the miasma in Lingnan could not be summarized by malaria alone.
Some miasmas are actually not too serious and can be relieved by drinking a sip of wine beforehand.
So Zhao Guang grabbed the wine and took a big sip, which was a heinous crime.
Maybe just one sip of wine can give you an extra life.
"Brother, I heard from the people in the militia that if we go forward for two days, we will reach Wei County."
Li Yi came over, sat next to Feng Yong, and said something.
His eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, his face was haggard, and his demeanor as a son of aristocratic family was gone.
Along the way south, I met a messenger from Wei County to Pingyi for help. The news that Li Hui was besieged in Dianchi Lake was still sealed within the confines of me and a few people.
Even though Feng Yong was lying on the carriage and singing happily, in fact, he was just doing it for others to see.
It's all about convincing those around you that everything is under control.
Feng Yong turned his head to look at Zhao Guang and asked, "What do you think we should do now?"
Although this guy is generally unreliable, he is still relatively reliable when it comes to marching and fighting.
I heard that when he followed Ma Zhongping in Zongke County, he was a pioneer and made the first contribution.
Otherwise Ma Zhong would not have sent him over to assist Li Hui.
Feng Yong cherishes his life, he will not joke with his own life just to save some face.
There is nothing shameful in asking for an expert's opinion.
When it came to the war, Zhao Guang's face finally became serious. He asked Xiang Li Yi, "When was the last time you contacted Wei County?"
"Yesterday evening, the news came from there that everything was as usual. The only difference was that someone had seen a small group of barbarians outside the city. I don't know if they were scattered rebels or a rebel faction from Tanglang County in the north.
Came here to get some news."
This was Feng Yong's reply. He was the person with the highest official position in name. Although he didn't know how to march and fight, he still had to grasp the situation in time.
It was precisely because he needed to grasp the situation that he felt troubled by the speed of communication in this era.
One report per day is already considered a very high communication frequency.
Only when the situation is urgent, the front and rear will report sooner or later.
If it weren't for the batch of Yunnan horses provided by Feng Yong, if we really had to rely on the 11th Road and report one day at a time under such weather conditions, we would be waiting to get killed.
"Small group of barbarians? Didn't they investigate clearly?"
When Zhao Guang heard this, his expression became serious.
"No. I only saw it once. Later, General Wang sent people out to investigate, but they never found it again."
When Feng Yong saw Zhao Guang's expression, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was careless?
Zhao Wen and Wang Xun had experience in leading troops, so they always led people at the front.
Li Yi is the son of the Dudu Mansion, and it is easier to deal with the people of the militia, so he restrains the militia from behind.
Neither end is easy.
As for Feng Yong himself, he just sat in the middle and acted as a mascot.
And there was also a guard named Yang Wanwan.
In addition, he has experience in big data analysis, so all the news is gathered to him for summary.
Between the team and Wei County, there are messengers reporting safety and exchanging news every day.
In Feng Yong's opinion, Wei County was a newly peaceful land, so it was normal for a small group of barbarians to appear. What's more, Wang Ping also sent people out of the city to investigate and found nothing unusual.
But looking at Zhao Guang's expression, it was obvious that he didn't think so.
"There is no news about Governor Li from Dianchi Lake?"
Zhao Guang asked again.
"Captain Li is trapped in the city, so it is difficult to spread the news. If there is news, I will naturally tell you."
Feng Yong continued to shake his head.
"Brother, please show that map to me."
Feng Yongren brought his package, took out the map from it, and spread it out.
Several people came over.
Zhao Guang tapped it with his finger and said, "This is Wei County, and to the northwest is Tanglang County. Meng Huo and Yong Kai are also in that direction with their people. Now we have no idea what is going on over there in Yueqi."
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"So we can only plan for the worst case scenario. Assuming that the Prime Minister is currently in a stalemate with Gaoding, and Meng Huo and Yong Kai know that their back road is cut off, they will bring people back directly. The first goal must be to recapture Wei County
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"Because Wei County was lost and Governor Li was trapped in Dianchi Lake and unable to get out, the middle road can be said to have been destroyed."
After Li Yi heard this, his face immediately turned pale.
"What do you think is the possibility that Meng Huo will lead the troops back?"
Feng Yong asked.
Zhao Guang measured it on the map with his hand, shook his head and said, "I don't dare to say. If we count it from the first day when Wei County was lost, the barbarians would have sent people to deliver the message, and then Meng Huo would have turned around, and he was gone five days ago."
You should have led your troops to Wei County City."
"But according to yesterday's messenger, General Wang sent people out of the city and couldn't even find the small group of barbarians he saw earlier, let alone a large army. This makes me very strange."
Zhao Guang said, frowning, "Where is this Meng Huo now?"
After Feng Yong heard this, he missed the mobile phones of later generations.
If someone calls me at this time and directly asks what Old Demon Zhuge is doing over there, why would he make such random guesses?
At least we can know whether Meng Huo actually assisted Haute Couture.
No wonder the art of war emphasizes knowing oneself and the enemy!
Damn it, I don’t even know what’s going on with my own people now, let alone the enemy.
"No matter what, we have to plan for the worst-case scenario."
Feng Yong said, "We will treat this small group of barbarians as if they are here to inquire for information. We would rather believe that there is a large army led by Meng Huo behind them."
Although Zhao Guang did not say it explicitly, it was obvious that he felt that the appearance of this small group of barbarians was abnormal.
If you don't know the friendly forces, you should treat the enemy as a god-like opponent.
Feng Yong only remembered one thing, that is, the Southern Expedition was victorious.
As long as you keep this in mind, there is no reason for Zhuge Lao Yao to be a pig teammate.