It is very difficult to convince Sun Simiao. Such a person has a firm mind and has his own rules of conduct. What's even more annoying is that they will never push dangerous and difficult things to others like Xiao Han!
Ahem... It seems like I just said that Xiao Han has good character, but it's a slap in the face to overturn it so quickly. Then let’s change it to a more literate term: Those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard govern others.
So I talked to Sun Simiao sincerely on the phone, but unexpectedly, the old man's idea did not change at all! It even seems that there is a vague idea of pulling Xiao Han!
At the end of the story, Xiao Han was feeling terrified. He was thinking that he was going to use him as a mascot again?
This can't happen! Absolutely not!
I had never experienced the hardship of going up the mountain, and I still had strong interest to support it.
Now if Xiao Han is allowed to cross the Qinling Mountains again, he will die halfway through!
Fortunately, Xiao Han's mind works very quickly when he encounters a crisis. As soon as he saw that this road was blocked, he immediately blurred the matter over! The conversation changed and he instead talked about studying medical matters in detail with Sun Simiao in the past two days. Well, just studying the relationship between human blood and qi!
Things turned out just as Xiao Han expected! As soon as this topic was brought up, it immediately aroused Sun Simiao's strong interest!
In the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, the concepts of qi and blood are complementary, but few people analyze them, let alone know their specific concepts!
According to Sun Simiao's idea, it would be the best thing if he could get some inspiration from Xiao Han!
He knew Xiao Han very well and knew that there were many things hidden in his head, but he was extremely lazy and never took the initiative to reveal it.
Sometimes, he wanted to find a hammer to crack Xiao Han's head open and see! But since he took the initiative to bring it up this time, he quickly agreed to it. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, he had to be dragged into the argument.
With great difficulty, Xiao Han used the excuse of preparing materials to calm Lao Dao and coaxed him to go back first like a child. I quickly asked Xiaodong to find the best hunter nearby, planning to come to him to build a plank road in the open and secretly visit Chencang!
"First, while the old man is not paying attention, call Da Niu to get all those Sanqi back! It will save him from worrying, and he wants to run into the forest when nothing happens. What are you doing? Do you really want to be a monkey?"
Xiao Han walked back amidst Xiaodong's admiring expression, but when he thought about the relationship between Qi and blood that he had lied about, he immediately felt a headache.
How should I show him next? If the old man sees that he is fooling him, his life will be ruined!
Hey, some people say: Living in this world means countless hardships! When one day you can’t move anymore, it’s almost time to bury it in the soil.
The pastoral life is very pleasant. Xiao Han, who was as tired as a dog in the big city before, has always dreamed of living this kind of life! But when he saw the farmers working in the fields, he suddenly thought clearly:
Only if you have money first can you enjoy the pastoral life! Without money, a pastoral is not a pastoral, a pastoral is not a pastoral, and don’t call eating in the loess so literary!
When people have no money, they only have one thought: to become rich! As for what it means to be a rich person, this concept is very vague. After all, no one would dislike having more money.
Fortunately, Xiao Han has skipped the concept of money since he came to this world!
money? What can money do? This has become a somewhat funny question for Xiao Han.
Although he is located in a corner, the information from Xiao Han has never been cut off.
As he expected, under the strong attack of the two war gods of the Tang Dynasty, Xiao Xian's territory shrank sharply, and he was about to reach the capital of Yueyang.
On the other side, Li Shimin's battle was coming to an end. If it weren't for the concerns about the relatives and people in Jinyang who had not withdrawn, Jinyang would have been defeated.
The Tang Dynasty was standing tall in the world with its true arrogance.
The autumn rain is gentle, and an oil-paper umbrella is like a blooming flower in the rain, quietly turning into the courtyard.
Xiao Han's temporary wooden house next to the rice fields is many times bigger than when it first started.
Because he was not sure when he would be able to return to Chang'an, the last time he built Xiao Lian's residence, he simply built a few more penthouses next to it. Anyway, Xiao Han had plenty of money, and the carpenter would be happier if he built more houses. The provincial government sighs every day because there is no silver reward to be received.
The courtyard made of bricks and stones now looks like a house. Several newly built wooden houses guard Xiao Han's room, forming a group of wooden houses in the middle of the courtyard. The advantage of this is that in case of winter, each other can It can also be warmer in the dependent house.
Autumn rain is not a good thing for farmers. There was no way to dry the collected grain, and the field where it was about to be harvested was so muddy that it was impossible to step on it.
Farmers won't go to the fields to work in this kind of weather. They all hide at home and curse the damn weather. If they don't work harder than in spring, they will work hard again in autumn!
Compared with other places, Xiao Han's place is a surprise. Because it was planted late, the rice seedlings have not grown yet. A large expanse of green swayed in the drizzle, especially enchanting.
The oil-paper umbrella in the rain was folded up when it arrived in front of the house. Xiao Lian smoothed the wet hair in front of her forehead, shook off the rainwater on the umbrella, and then placed it at the door.
Entering the room, he carefully placed the small pile of plums he was holding on the table. This is what she just went to pick from the tree outside in the rain.
I don’t know if that plum tree was natural, or someone planted it there deliberately. It was hard to recognize it when it didn’t bear fruit. Only after it did bear fruit did Xiao Han realize that it was a plum tree.
The tree was not big, but it produced a lot of fruits. When it was ripe, Xiao Han tried to eat two, and then he immediately fell in love with the taste.
Sweet, not a bit sour! From then on, whenever there were ripe plums, Xiao Lian would always pick them, wash them and give them to Xiao Han. Today's rain was sudden, and Xiao Lian was afraid that the ripe plums would be hit by the rain on the ground, so she braved the rain. Went to pick it.
The fruit of these plums has a very fragrant smell. When piled on the table, it permeates the entire wooden house in an instant. Mixed with the original fragrance of wood, the smell is particularly comfortable.
This is Xiao Lian's own house, it belongs entirely to her!
Although it is not big and does not have as many decorations as in a brothel, it is her real home! Every time I stay here, Xiao Lian always feels indescribably at ease.
Taking out a towel, Xiao Lian wiped the purple plums clean little by little, while thinking about her own little things.
The young master's status must be very high, Xiao Lian knew it a long time ago when he was in Hanzhong City!
People here call him Lord Marquis. At first, Xiao Lian didn't know what kind of official title this was. Later, after Xiaodong's explanation, he started to understand somewhat.
However, Xiao Lian doesn't care about this. Even if the young master is just an ordinary young master, it is no different to her.
