Song Xin stood up in shock and immediately took a few steps back. He was so panicked that he almost fell down. The fear in his eyes made the soldiers startled, as if they were something shameful.
"not good."
Several people looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine Song Xin was selling in the gourd. He immediately asked: "What's wrong, sir?"
Song Xin looked like he was in shock, and immediately wrapped the linen around his neck around his mouth and nose, and covered it with his hands, "To be honest, there was a plague in my hometown, and there were no symptoms at first. , and then it felt like wind and cold, and then there was pain in the lower abdomen, fever in the head, and bulging temples. After a long time, the eyes would bulge and spurt out, and there would be a big hole in the abdomen. There was no cure. In the end, the patient died. The situation is extremely miserable.”
"...Moreover, anyone who is close to someone with this disease will also develop symptoms soon. Oh, what should we do? We must report it to the general quickly to avoid a plague in the army."
Zhang Hu and others here were stunned. They were pretending to be sick, but they didn't expect to be found to be sick. But how could they easily believe it.
After Song Xin's suggestion, these people now seemed to feel a faint pain in their abdomens and their temples were bulging. All of their faces instantly turned pale, like dust. At that time, there were constant wars, natural and man-made disasters, and plagues were everywhere. Plagues often occurred in the northern states and counties, leading to a sharp decline in population. Song Xin said that the plague made these dozen people very scared.
Because if Zhang Hu gets infected by the plague, these dozen people who come into contact with him every day will definitely not be spared. Some soldiers had begun to move away quietly, trying to keep a distance from Zhang Hu.
"Master Shida, how did you escape from this plague?" Zhang Hu was older after all, and he was doubtful of Song Xin's words and asked tentatively.
"Hey, to be honest with you, I also had symptoms back then, but somehow I didn't get sick. The old man in the village said that the God of Plague thought my life was too hard to eat. So I followed the people who didn't get sick and went to other places to avoid disaster. When I came back, I found that 70% of our village had died. It was such a miserable scene. There is no cure for this disease. Please stay in your tents and don't wander around. I will notify the general immediately."
Song Xin made a lot of nonsense, then pretended to be scared, backed away slowly, and prepared to run out.
When he arrived at the entrance of the tent, he turned around and said anxiously: "Everyone, please don't walk around casually. Otherwise, if General Wei finds out, I'm afraid you will be in trouble."
"My lord, my lord, what will we do if there is a plague?" Zhang Hu was anxious and couldn't care less about pretending. He jumped up and chased Song Xin.
As soon as he jumped up, the other fourteen people were frightened and shrank back into the corner, looking at Zhang Hu in fear. It looks like a chicken coop in winter, with a nest of chickens piled together to keep warm.
"Don't come over, otherwise Song Xin will be rude." Song Xin pretended to be scared, and even pulled out his sword tremblingly, pretending not to let Zhang Hu get close, but he could hardly hold back his laughter. At this time, the linen covering his mouth fell off, and Song Xin quickly went to fish it out. This made these people even more convinced.
"I'm afraid you... will be left here to fend for yourself. General Wei is kind and will definitely not kill you. You can rest assured. The Prime Minister has an order, 'When soldiers are sick in wartime, if there is no doctor, they will be abandoned. , sympathize with his wife and daughter.’ You don’t have to worry, your family will have something to rely on in the future.”
"Oh, I haven't married a wife yet." Zhang Er burst into tears when he heard that he was going to be tricked and killed.
"Why are you crying, don't I have one too?" Feng Liuye yelled.
In an instant, the huddled crowd was crying like a flock of chickens.
Song Xin felt happy when she saw how easy it was to deceive these people, "Hey, you gangsters, are you going to fight with me? Next time I will say you have AIDS, oh, no, we don't have this disease at this time..."
But he still pretended to be serious on his face and said: "I am on good terms with Brother Wei, and I will help you to ask him to send you some dry food. You can leave. But if you encounter Sun Liu's army, there is nothing you can do." "After that, he was about to walk out.
"Pfft", Zhang Hu suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Sir, Zhang Hu is really too blind to recognize Mount Tai. Zhang Hu is pretending to be ill today. He is not cold at all. He just thinks that the master is young and does not want to obey orders. Please explain to Zhang Hu, otherwise my brothers will be in trouble in the future. Stay away from me..."
Then he actually started crying with runny nose and tears.
"Are you pretending to be sick?" Song Xin asked pretending to be suspicious.
"We felt that you were young, so we agreed to pretend to be sick so that we would not listen to your orders." After Zhang Hu told the matter, Zhou Zhong and Liu Mu also looked ashamed.
Song Xin looked at the faces of several people and found it funny, but still asked with concern on his face: "But how do you explain your abdominal pain, fever, and bulging temples just now?"
"I felt it just now, but I don't feel it now. Look." Zhang Hu stood up, jumped and walked around. Those people couldn't believe it. They were so frightened that they screamed and crowded together, almost breaking the tent.
Song Xin stretched out his hand, "Then reach out and I'll take my pulse."
"Yes, yes." Zhang Hu stretched out his hand as if grasping a life-saving straw.
Song Xin took Zhang Hu's pulse and listened for a while. "Well, that's strange. Could it be that I was not accurate in diagnosing the pulse and heard it wrong?"
As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Hu and others from the corner of his eyes. They all looked relieved.
"Hey, maybe I'm not good at studying and misheard my pulse. Brother Zhang, do you really feel no abdominal pain now? Don't lie to me." Song Xin asked pretending to be serious.
"Don't lie to me, tell the truth." The other two corps commanders shouted loudly. The soldiers also nodded crazily.
"Indeed, no, how could I, Zhang Hu, lie to you?" Zhang Hu said with a sad face.
"Well, since there are no symptoms anymore, I must have heard the wrong pulse when diagnosing it. The current pulse does not look like the symptoms of the plague." Song Xin said with a sigh of relief.
Zhang Hu and others quickly kowtowed to Song Xin to express their gratitude, as if they had been saved from the guillotine.
"Since everyone admitted that they were pretending to be sick, they must not be sick anymore." Song Xin breathed a long sigh of relief with lingering fear and said with a smile.
"Well, that's right, we are not sick, how could we be sick? Just think so." Zhang Hu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the others with lingering fear.
"Yes, yes, I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I'm just pretending." Those people nodded, as if they were being pardoned.
"But..." Song Xin said suddenly.
Several people were a little confused as to what this meant. They all looked at Song Xin.
Song Xin suddenly put away his smile and said seriously and with a cold face: "You are all veterans. Do you know the military law and how to punish soldiers who bully you?"
Zhang Hu and others were stunned by the sudden question. Zhou Zhong stammered:
"If a soldier bullies his superiors, he will be punished with twelve sticks."
"Are you cheating on me by pretending to be ill? Now you and fifteen others are deceiving me first, each with twelve military sticks. Can you and the others receive the punishment?" Song Xin said seriously.
Zhang Hu and others are all experienced people. At this time, they knew that they were in trouble today. It turns out that this kid tormented them a lot, and finally he was waiting for them here. The pulse diagnosis and other routine before was probably done on purpose.
The few of them were good men and did not want to suffer the immediate loss, so they had no choice but to kneel down and say, "Sir, we are so ignorant and blind that we actually lied to you by pretending to be ill. If we were hit by a military stick during the recent march, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Please write down the punishment first, and then carry out the law later." Then everyone kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Being beaten twelve times by a military stick as thick as his wrist was not as easy as scratching an itch. After one beating, he would probably be unable to walk for ten days and a half.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Song Xin softened his attitude and said magnanimously:
"Hey, brothers, no one knows what happened today. It wouldn't look good if we all hit each other with military sticks for the first time. Otherwise, I'll write it down for now and talk about it later."
When these soldiers heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They kept thanking me, and they lost all their arrogance. Although I was unwilling to accept it, I could only take this breath myself.
Soon after, these things were reported to Wei Tong by Song Ya who was secretly observing.
Wei Tong laughed loudly after hearing this, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that my good brother could really cure them."
In the evening, Zhang Hu and other popular people gathered together.
"Brother Zhang, according to you, we were tricked by that kid today?" Feng Liu still didn't believe it.
Zhang Hu said dejectedly: "Well, yes, I have underestimated him. First he lied to us that it was a plague, and then tricked us into admitting to pretending to be sick. Then he suddenly brought up the military law. Alas, this link is really not connected. think."
"We did underestimate him, so what should we do in the future?" Zhou Zhong, another team leader, said.
"Hmph, what else can we do? Each of us has twelve military stick marks on us. From now on, we will listen to him for the time being. If we are asked to charge, we will just follow him. He will charge us again. We will die. He also died first." Zhang Hu said.
"Yes, that's right, I don't believe he really dares to fight the enemy with a weapon." Zhou Zhong said.
These people have decided to form an offensive and defensive alliance and will follow orders from now on. However, if Song Xin asks them to die, they will never go unless Song Xin takes the lead in charging and killing the enemy.
In Song Xin's tent.
"Song Xin, did you do anything just now?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.
"It's nothing. It just sent a trace of zhenqi in, which disturbed Zhang Hu's zhenqi. It only made him feel abdominal pain, fever and head bloating. Once the zhenqi dissipated in the body, he would be fine."
Having said that, the control of this trace of Qi is extremely precise, and one more point may kill Zhang Hu.
"I knew you had a way to deal with them." Xiaoyu smiled happily.
"Well, thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have really believed them. But today they are frustrated, and they may cause trouble in the future. Hey, what does Brother Wei want to do? Let me control these troublesome people. "
Song Xin didn't want to think too much. Anyway, the soldiers would come to cover up the water and the soil. See how they acted, and then he could adapt to the situation.
