In the early days of Jigu, the heaven and earth were opened, and China was established in the center. The land of China was thousands of miles away, with splendor and splendor, the eight wastelands and the six regions, and the four seas.
However, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and misfortunes and fortunes may happen to people.
Since ancient times, unknown viruses have been raging across China, and malaria has been prevalent. Every family has suffered from the pain of a dead body, and every room has cried and mourned. Some people have closed their doors and died, or their families have been overthrown and mourned.
The doctors are helpless and the patients are helpless waiting to die.
Although Ang is young, he regards saving the common people as his own responsibility, and hopes that the teacher will not give up because of Ang's mistakes.
As long as the epidemic is not eliminated, you will not leave home!
The day when the epidemic is victorious, it is time to go out into the world with great dignity!
A hundred bows!
Your disciple, Cao Angzixiu, presents you."
Huangfusong looked at the letter in his hand with mixed feelings in his heart. This little guy didn't realize his mistake at all, but instead wrote this letter to himself as a savior.
His lofty ambitions are frightening and his every word is precious. If others read it, they would not only admire him but also sigh at such a great personality!
"Yi Zhen, with this ambition, Zixiu can be called a national scholar!"
After Zhu Jun read the letter from the side, he sighed in his heart.
"Yizhen, Zixiu has no bad intentions. You may have wrongly blamed him."
Lu Zhi didn't comment on the letter, but he turned around and reminded Huangfu Song.
"This boy! He is the best among the young people I have seen in my life, but he is also the most unruly! If he is good, he will benefit the country and the people, but if he is evil..."
Huangfu Song didn't say any more. Both Zhu Jun and Lu Zhi knew what he meant.
The three of them were silent for a long time, looking at the falling snow outside the window, lost in thought together.
This big guy can't mess up any more!
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"Senior brother? Master scolded me..."
Fu Gan returned to Cao Ang's residence with a red face, as if he was a child who had failed to accomplish anything, and his face was full of guilt.
"It doesn't matter! The teacher will understand in the future. Well, don't worry about these things anymore. The most urgent thing is how to detect the symptoms of typhoid fever. It would be great if Dian Wei is here."
Cao Ang rubbed his smooth chin, finally feeling the awkward situation of having no one in his hands.
"Why don't you let Brother Gongming?"
Fu Qian knew that he was not qualified to do such a thing with his body, but he thought of Xu Huang.
"No, now the imperial court has started to do evil things to the teacher. Gongming wants to protect the teacher first and cannot let us dispatch him."
"Don't do it. You go to grandpa first and ask him not to leave to take up his post before spring. By the way, call Jia Xu over and tell him that I have something important to discuss."
"good……"
In history, Jia Xu lived to be almost eighty years old. In this era when the average age is only fifty years old, he is a rare birthday boy. Discuss with him and if it doesn't work, send him to Nanyang.
At least you don't have to worry about this monkey spirit being infected.
After all, Fu Gan was young. He went there at noon and came back at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at Fu Gan's mouth, which was shiny, Cao Ang was sure that this guy must have eaten a lot of meat!
Looking at Fu Qian's empty hands, Cao Ang gradually clenched his fists. Looking at Fu Qian's satisfied look, he was waiting. He was waiting for Fu Qian to slap him in the face when he wasn't paying attention...
"Why did Zixiu call me here?"
Vaguely noticing that Cao Ang's expression was a bit strange, Jia Xu followed him and rescued the unsuspecting Fu Qian in time.
Now Jia Xu saw that Cao Ang no longer had the same attitude as before, especially Cao Ang's act of sacrificing his life to study the typhoid epidemic. Jia Xu was so impressed that he fell to the ground. He had never seen a person who cared so much about the world.
Especially when this kind of existence is just a ten-year-old child!
"Well, typhoid fevers are spread from all over the country. They are mixed and mixed, and there is no way to give the right medicine..."
When Fu Qian saw the two starting a conversation, he turned around and left. Cao Ang looked at Fu Qian's back with disappointment and had no choice but to give up.
"so?"
"I need a warrior to go to Nanyang in person..."
"so?"
"Describe the most intuitive symptoms..."
"you mean?"
"Tell me, who should do this kind of thing that benefits the country and the people? Sir?"
"Farewell..."
Horse-riding person! I regard you as my idol, and you want me to die? I admire you! But this kind of thing endangers myself, so I’m sorry, I, Jia Wenhe, am not a warrior!
Seeing Jia Xu's cool turn, Cao Ang patted his forehead, thinking that he would refuse, but he didn't expect it to be so straightforward!
"Sir, wait a minute..."
"There is no need to discuss the matter of personally invading dangerous places!"
"May I ask, sir? What is a national scholar?"
"A scholar is one who can do things. A scholar in a country is the most talented person in the country."
Although he really didn't want to say another word to Cao Ang, out of respect for the word "guoshi", Jia Xu still stopped walking out the door.
"Okay, I'm hooked!"
Seeing Jia Xu stop, Cao Ang was secretly happy. He was not afraid that you wouldn't go, but he was afraid that you would ignore others...
"It is reported that when your husband was captured by the Di people in Beidi, he claimed that he was the grandson of Duke Duan?"
"You...this...isn't this just to save your life?"
Jia Xu's old face turned red. Although the events of more than ten years ago were obscure, they could still be found out by someone who was interested. Therefore, Jia Xu mistakenly thought that Cao Angche had checked on him and did not react much.
"Mr. Duan is in Luoyang now. I wonder if you, sir, want to go and recognize your relatives?"
"Recognize...recognize me? Do you admit that you are paralyzed? How can Mr. Duan recognize me?"
Jia Xu's old face darkened again, what on earth does this guy mean?
"It is said that there must be a cycle of cause and effect. In his early years, Mr. Duan killed countless people. Now in Luoyang City, he is often awakened by nightmares every night. Mr. Duan is well aware of the seriousness of his sins, so he wrote to me specifically. If he needs to work hard to treat typhoid fever,
Duan Zhengyi is right to do so."
After speaking, Cao Ang began to rummage through a large pile of letters. Cao Ang did not deceive Jia Xu at all. There was indeed Duan Ji's autographed letter in it. Ever since Cao Cao met the saint, the entire court was in an uproar, and Cao Ang directly became a savior-like figure.
Big bosses from all sides were full of curiosity about this little guy, and letters followed. Although most of them contained euphemistic words to encourage Cao Ang and invite Cao Ang to get acquainted, the handwritten letters did exist.
"Duan Gong? Duan Gong? Did you mention me in it?"
Jia Xu rolled his eyes and looked at Cao Ang in disbelief.
"Of course not, but Mr. Duan wants to go to Nanyang in person to plead for his life for the people of the world... Do you think? Should I?"
Cao Ang didn't even raise his head and continued to search for the letter seriously.
"How can this be done? Duan Gong is no longer allowed to suffer the hardships of those boats and carriages at his old age!"
Jia Xu replied subconsciously.
"Does Mr. Duan deserve to be a national scholar?"
"Of course!"
"Is it true that a national soldier commits suicide in a dangerous place?"
"No...I, Cio..."
Jia Xu was stunned, turned a corner, and got himself in!
"I got some news from Zuo Laodao. Do you want to hear it, sir?"
"OK?"
The turn was a bit sharp, and Jia Xu almost didn't react and answered subconsciously.
"Then Zuo Laodao said you can live to be eighty years old!"
"Master Zuo Xian? Are you serious?"
"More real than pearls!"
"You are riding on a horse! You son of a bitch! You are not a son of a man! You are riding on a horse and you are just trying to trick me into going to Nanyang?"
Jia Xu finally reacted and immediately cursed.
"Tsk tsk... I long for the name of a national scholar! I wonder if you have any intention, sir?"
Cao Ang seemed to have grasped a certain nerve in Jia Xu's mind, and his words "guoshi" made Jia Xu's heart surge!
At this moment, Jia Xu's face was turning green and red, and his eyes were moving around, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"I must remind the emperor of tomorrow that Jia Xu, Jia Wenhe and others have personally taken risks and stood at the forefront of the fight against the epidemic for the people of the world!"
Cao Ang glanced at Jia Xu secretly. Although his eyelids were raised, his reaction was not very big.
"I should report to the emperor of tomorrow that Jia Xu, Jia Wenhe and others sacrificed themselves and gained important data for the people of the world, and should be the second person to fight against the epidemic!"
"Huh? Second person?"
Jia Xu raised his eyelids and looked at Cao Ang with a smile.
"Haha... It's not impossible to be the first person, but you're not dead, so you have to be the second one..."
"Cao Zixiu...you..."
"Do you think that if Mr. Duan knew that he could get such great benefits, would he compete with you to be the second person?"
Seeing that Jia Xu was on the verge of explosion, Cao Ang quickly carried Duan Ji out.
"Ma Dan! Okay, stop talking! How long will it take for the results to come out!"
Jia Xu waved his hand to interrupt Cao Ang's words. It seemed that this boy was determined to get this job. Instead of trying every means to refuse, he might as well take advantage of the situation and at least gain a good reputation.
"Within a month!"
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Because Zhang Ji can reach Luoyang within a month, there is nothing he can do without detailed data!"
"Wait? Zhang Ji needs data? I'll get the data, what about you?"
"Me? I'm still a child..."
"Fuck you!"
Unable to stand Cao Ang's innocent face any longer, Jia Xu slammed the door and walked out, cursing.
"Cao Zixiu! What is a national scholar?"
Jia Xu stood at the door, letting the wind ruffle his hair, and looked at Cao Ang seriously.
Cao Ang also stood up and bowed his hands to Jia Xu.
"For the sake of the country, even if tens of thousands of people are gone, I will die! Those who do not regret it even if they die nine times can be considered as national heroes!"
Although Jia Xu left with a dark face, Cao Ang smiled. Finally, this poisonous warrior truly entered his own camp.