I'm Adou, I don't need anyone to help me

I tried my best to keep Sun Shangxiang, and I couldn't help but doubt my energy.

Some people say that the direction of history is like a big river. Individuals are just fish in it. Most of them are confused and go with the flow. Some of them jump to the surface. When they see the water, they think they have obtained the truth and can change their destiny. In fact, no matter how they change, they are still coming and going in this river, and they still cannot change the direction of the river.

Some people also say that history is formed by accident. As long as a little change occurs, it will be like a touch of dominoes, with avalanche-like consequences. The wings of a butterfly flipped, causing a storm across the ocean.

I don’t know which view here is correct, but I have to work hard. Since I have made an A Dou and set a goal, and want to strive for a different life for myself, I have to make up my mind to change.

Only change is my choice.

I decided to go out.

However, it is difficult to go out. After this incident, my family kept me tightly. Kong Ming issued a strict order and asked Zhao Zilong's guard to protect me with all his strength. The captain of the guard was Zhao Zheng, whose courtesy name was Zi'ang. Although he had the same surname, it had nothing to do with Zhao Zilong. He was from Xuzhou. He had been with his father for many years, and was a skilled archery and loyal person. He was just a rigid person and was difficult to adapt to. He sent him to be in charge of the escort work, so he clearly did not want me to go out.

"I'm going out."

"Little master, the military advisor asked the young general to carefully protect himself to prevent idle people from entering and leaving."

"I'm a idler waiting?"

"No, but the young general can't make the decision on this matter. Let's wait until I report to the military advisor."

"Military advisor or me?"

"When the lord went there, he entrusted all the affairs of Jingzhou to the military advisor."

"So he's older than me."

Zhao Zheng didn't know what to say. Although I was just a little child, I was the only son of my lord Liu Bei and had a special identity. He came here mainly to protect me and prevent outside invasion, but he did not expect that the greatest pressure would come from me.

"I want to meet the military advisor, that's OK."

Zhao Zheng thought about it, nodded, and agreed. So he took me to see Zhuge Kongming.

Kong Ming always looks so calm and peaceful on the surface. Even if there is a big thing in front of him, it seems that it can be easily solved. He has a bright look like autumn water. He can see through anything at a glance, and he can easily solve it with a lead knife.

However, the affairs he was responsible for were complicated and redundant. After his father left, he was responsible for all military, government and civil affairs. He was also a very careful person. He would take care of everything himself and handle it seriously and never miss any loopholes. The hard work and labor were hard to describe. I heard that he slept less than two or three hours a day.

My father always regarded himself as the orthodox Han Dynasty, so the policy of occupying the land was to not touch the interests of the local tyrants on the one hand, and to distribute the uninhibited wasteland caused by the war to refugees, which was welcomed by all parties. However, in practice, it often caused disputes. The powerful people from all over the country often left during wartime, ran back after the war, and divided the uninhibited wasteland or even the original official fields into their own private fields. In this way, various disputes and conflicts broke out at any time. So, I was surprised that when Zhang Fei went to see Pang Shiyuan, he could solve a case of a month in less than an hour. You must know that for such a case, how many archival materials are needed to be consulted!

Therefore, Kong Ming must not be tired. His fatigue is overdrawing his life!

When he came to the hall, he was communicating with someone. I asked who the old man was, and a servant replied that it was Zhang Ji, the prefect of Changsha.

I nodded, thinking that I was a local wealthy family. But after looking closely, I hesitated. For some reason, I felt very good when I went to this old man. I looked at the servant with respectful eyes on his face when he said Zhang Ji. I suddenly remembered that was Zhang Zhongjing! The Chinese Medical Saint!

Zhang Ji, whose courtesy name was Zhongjing, was named Nieyang in Nanyang County, Eastern Han Dynasty (I initially thought he and Kong Ming were fellow villagers, but later I learned that Kong Ming’s Nanyang was in Xiangyang). He was born in the year of Heping of the Eastern Han Dynasty (150 AD) and died in the 24th year of Jian'an (219 AD). He wrote "Treatise on Febrile Diseases".

I told the servant not to speak, so I leaned forward and heard him say to Kong Ming: "In the year of Zhongjing's birth, wars were frequent, the world was in turmoil, the epidemic was spreading, and the people were living in poverty. Today's people only know how to compete for power, pursue fame and fortune, do not care about the sufferings of the people, do not pay attention to medicine, and study the art of eliminating the sufferings of the people. Therefore, I made up my mind to take Mr. Zhang Bozu of the same county as my teacher and learn the methods of helping the poor and the disease, and fortunately I succeeded."

Kong Ming nodded and said, "What the teacher holds is actually the heart of his parents, and what he learns is actually the art of creation. If people share this heart, the world will be very lucky."

Zhang Ji said: "Where is Mr. Zhuge who has been awarded too much. Today, plagues are prevalent, and countless people have died, and even the clan has been exterminated. Cao Zijian said in his poem: "Every family has the pain of zombies, and the room has the sorrow of crying...'. As many people die, countless towns have become Kongdu. My Zhang clan has more than 200 people. In less than ten years since the Jian'an period, two-thirds of those who died of the epidemic have been killed by the severe epidemic, and typhoid fever accounts for 70%. I study medical skills to help others and myself. For fifty years, I diligently seek ancient teachings and learn from many prescriptions. According to the strength of the patient's physical condition, changes in the disease body, and changes in the progress and receding of the disease, the meridians are classified into six symptoms. Among them, the three yang meridians are mostly heat syndromes and actual symptoms, and the three yin meridians are mostly cold syndromes and deficiency syndromes. Based on the principles of the six meridians, sweat, vomiting, downward, harmony, warmth, clearance, elimination, and replenishment, I wrote this "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". I hope that the gentleman will keep it for the rest of the world. It will be considered as a matter of Zhang Ji's life." Then he took out a long scroll and handed it to Kong Ming.

I also stretched my neck and looked in, but my head hit the door and I heard a thud.

The two of them turned their heads together, and I pushed the door open and walked in.

Seeing that it was me, Kong Ming was stunned for a moment and stood up to greet him: "Young Master, why are you here?"

Zhang Ji first thought I was a descendant of Kong Ming, but when he heard Kong Ming call me a young master, he was stunned. Although he cared about the world and treated all living beings equally. But after all, in this era, he could not stand up to greet him.

I bowed to Kong Ming and said, "The military advisor has been working hard day and night for several months, and his diet is not good. My nephew is uneasy. He specially asked a chef to make a pot of soup to make a supplement for the teacher." With a wave of his hand, Zhao Zheng walked in carefully holding a pot of soup. As soon as he entered the door, a fragrance spread out, but it was light but not greasy, which made people's appetite increase greatly.

Kong Ming didn't believe it was my own idea, thinking that this must be a master in the mansion who had made a plan to win people's hearts. He had a thousand thoughts in his mind, and he didn't know whether it was Liu Bei's intention or the idea of ​​others. If it was Liu Bei's instructions, then this lord was really thoughtful and had the ability to control people. If it was someone else's plan, then what was the purpose of helping the young master consolidate his foundation so early? But no matter what, this was also a concern for himself, and he said immediately: "Thank you, my son, for your love, why should you be a guest?"

I said: "The military advisor works hard for the country and the people, but my nephew only gives me a bowl of soup. When the military advisor speaks a touching word, how can I be a guest?"

Kong Mingyuan didn't expect me to continue to answer. Seeing that I responded calmly, I was calm and calm, and couldn't help but change my tolerance.

I continued, "Military advisor, please use this soup. This soup is called Shenxian Soup. Take half a glutinous rice, five large slices of ginger, put two bowls of river water in a casserole and roll it twice. Add five or seven green onions with beards and cook until the rice is cooked, add half a cup of rice vinegar, mix well and eat with heat---the glutinous rice is the king, and the ginger is the minister. One is tonic and one is tonic, and vinegar is to restrain it. If you are sick, you can cure the disease. If you are not sick, you can nourish the body. If you are tired, you will definitely be better for your body."

Kong Ming laughed and said, "What kind of soup is this? You even need to add vinegar. However, there are no supplements such as ginseng and antlers in this soup. I have a thin layer of breasts and can't stand that. But if you try this immortal soup, it might be right for the spleen and stomach."

I turned to Zhang Ji and said, "This is Mr. Zhongjing who is in Changsha. You are so polite."

The word "sitting in the hall" in later generations is very common, and it is the common name for doctors who sit in medicine shops to treat people. In fact, this was named in later generations to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing.

When Zhang Zhongjing was the prefect of Changsha, he did not forget to relieve the sufferings of the people. At that time, the division between officials and the people was extremely strict, and officials could not enter the house or approach the people casually. However, Zhang Ji believed that only by contacting the people could heal the sick and improve his medical skills. So he came up with a solution, that is, to choose the first and fifteenth days of the month, open the yamen, and do not ask about political affairs, but to treat the people specifically. He sat upright in the lobby and carefully cured the people. Over time, a routine was formed. Every two days of the first and fifteenth days of the yamen, many patients from all walks of life gathered in front of his yamen to wait for medical treatment.

Zhang Zhongjing was thinking about the synthesis of the medicinal power of the "Shenxian Decoction" I mentioned. Suddenly, when I heard me talking about sitting in the hall, I was stunned and then burst into laughter.

Kong Ming still heard my voice, but he was not afraid to tease Zhang Zhongjing, who was famous all over the world, but couldn't help but smile.
Chapter completed!