Dubo commanded a group of fifty men, and lived in a tent with the false Dubo and his guards.

"Hello General!" The guards standing guard saw that the other party was dressed and said hello loudly.

"Has Uncle Wang rested?" Cao asked kindly.

Du Bo, who heard the sentry's greetings, walked out of the camp quickly, looked at Cao Xing and his party, and bowed his hand and said: "The humble Jingzhou Wang Wei is far away, and he has seen the dragon general, Cao Houye!" ”

Looking at this future Liu Biao's subordinate, a loyal and righteous man, and Wang Wei, who is now Dubo, Cao Xuan smiled slightly and raised the wine jar in his hand: "You're welcome!" However, the name of Brother Ziyuan's courage and loyalty has penetrated deep into my ears, the enemy has retreated, and he will go north with General Huangfu in the near future, can you drink with me? ”

"Dare to disobey!"

As soon as the sealing mud is opened, the mellow aroma of wine is permeated.

"Amber Immortal Brew, which has quickly become popular recently, is more expensive than gold?" Wang Wei couldn't help but ask with his index finger.

Cao Xing smiled and said nothing, regardless of Wang Wei's resignation, he personally filled a bowl for him, and touched Wang Wei's wine bowl lightly, almost one or two nearly 40 degrees of wine, Cao Xuan raised his head and drank it all.

Wang Wei did the same, poured it into his mouth, he was used to drinking low-alcohol wine in the Han Dynasty, and suddenly it was like swallowing a fire, poof, his mouth and nose erupted at the same time, and he sprayed Cao Xing's face opposite him.

Wang Wei, who coughed violently and had tears and snot, hurriedly confessed, Cao Xing smiled and wiped off the wine stains, filled it again, and clinked the glass again, this time just singing lightly.

Wang Wei's face was full of apologies, and he took a sip.

The immortal brew flowed down the throat, this time in small amounts, like a stream of heat, first the throat, then the stomach, and finally the whole body was filled with warm currents.

"Good wine!" Wang Wei looked happy, and couldn't help but feel heartache for the bowl of wine he had just wasted.

"A thousand glasses of wine are few for a confidant!" Cao Xing habitually came to such a sentence, but forgot that this sentence was only a sentence in the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Wei tasted the meaning of the words, and at the same time tasted the wine, and said loudly:

"Good! Good one, a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant! ”

The two of them marched and fought and talked eloquently.

Cao Xingyun "Wen" Yunwu, brave and good at fighting, won Wang Wei's favor.

Wang Wei, a veteran general in the army, has rich experience as a military general and a solid military foundation, which has made Cao Xing gain a lot.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, the more the two of them drank, the more they drank, hooked their shoulders and put their backs together, called brothers and sisters, and their tongues were drunk.

Cao Xing, who killed Wang Wei in seconds with a lot of alcohol, saw that the time was ripe, and said: "Brother Ziyuan will follow me to the north to exterminate the ant thieves, how about returning the world to peace?" ”

I thought that Wang Wei, who was already semi-comatose, would respond in one bite, but he paused, suddenly sobered up, waved his hand leisurely, looked depressed, shook his head and said: "Don't dare to be treacherous!" ”

"Good! Brother Ziyuan is loyal! Admire under it! Cao Xing first praised loudly, and quietly handed over a roll of bamboo: "Nanyang Taishou personally signed, press the seal!" ”

Wang Wei opened the bamboo slip in surprise, shook his drowsy head vigorously, and made himself sober, only to see that it was the famous and Taishou seal of Qin Jie, the magistrate of Nanyang County.

After watching it a few times and confirming that it was correct, Wang Wei bowed down and shouted: "I've seen the lord!" ”

……

Counting the time, Wang Yi took Wu Peng and Cao Yong, galloped quickly, and came to a dilapidated courtyard.

Cao Yong stepped forward and shouted outside the door: "Dare to ask Mr. Zhang if he is at home?" ”

"Who is visiting?" A loud male voice returned.

As he spoke, the door opened, and a young scribe stepped out, looking at Cao Xing and the others in civilian clothes, and in the crowd, an old man instantly attracted the attention of the scribe.

The young scribe's eyes lit up, he walked towards the old man, bowed his hand, and bent down to the end: "Uncle Zugong! How many times did you come to the door without seeing each other? I also hope to save Zhang Fenggong's family! ”

"A few days ago, the old man went out on a long trip, but General Cao worked tirelessly to find me, Wang Jun came to the door several times and did not meet me, ashamed and ashamed!" Zhang Bozu's kind explanation like a good old gentleman, and did not forget to mention Cao Xing, which can be described as comprehensive.

Only then did the young man look at the general who was hanging on his side, and when he saw that the other party was smiling at him, he did not have a trace of anger, and his heart was even more ashamed.

The young man turned around, stood up straight, and bowed to the end again, his face was ashamed and sincere: "Beihai Yingling Wang Xiu Wang Shuzhi has seen the general, General Xie Cao is very kind and Haihan!" ”

The smile on Cao Xing's face seemed to be born with it, and it has been maintained: "Jun bathes in the body and bathes in virtue, and the voice of Benzhou, I am deeply honored to be able to meet Cao!" Why don't you let Bo Zugong see a doctor first? ”

"If you dare not obey your fate, you dare not be ashamed!" At this time, Wang Xiu, who was born poor and had no obvious reputation, was moved in his heart and led the way.

Cao Xing asked the guards to wait outside, and entered the house alone with Zhang Bozu's apprentice and Wang Xiu.

Cao Xing's understanding and atmosphere, Wang Xiu saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.

I saw Zhang Feng, his wife and his children lying in bed with a family of five, suffering from long-term illness, so that the five of them were as thin as firewood, their faces were pale, and they couldn't even speak, especially the three children, the eldest was no more than ten, and the younger one was only one or two years old.

Zhang Bozu took the pulse for him one by one, and others waited with bated breath.

About half an hour later, as soon as the group came to the living room, Wang Xiu asked anxiously, "How is it?" Bozu Gong. ”

Bozu stopped with a heavy face, and Wang Xiu, who was looking at it, was even more flustered: "Suffering from dysentery!" ”

As soon as Wang Xiu heard his footsteps staggering, Cao Xing keenly stepped forward to support him, so that Wang Xiu, who was already tired and weak, would not fall to the ground.

Seeing that he was so affectionate, Bozu changed his tone and said with concern: "Dysentery is not incurable, and after a long period of careful recuperation, it is still possible to recover." ”

In the Han Dynasty, when dysentery was about equal to a terminal illness, the grief-stricken Wang Xiu was excited when he heard hope, and found that he was completely dependent on Cao Xing, glanced at Cao Xing gratefully, and pleaded: "Bozu Gong, I hope to save Fenggong!" ”

"Self-cultivation, I hope Wang Jun takes care of his body!" Looking at the weak Wang Xiu, his mood was sometimes very excited, sometimes very low, Zhang Bo's ancestor was concerned, and then said: "I will make a prescription, follow the prescription, take care of it carefully, and it is promising to keep the children of Fenggong." ”

In Wang Xiu's thousand thanks, Zhang Bozu wrote down the prescription, and instead of saying some precautions, Cao Xing saw it in his eyes.

Dysentery with pulsatilla soup, isn't it a perfect match?

When Cao Xing heard dysentery, he remembered that he had suffered from dysentery in his previous life due to improper diet, and the pain and torture and the taste of Chinese medicine made his memory particularly fresh.

"Can you show me the prescription?" Cao Xuan asked suspiciously.

"What do you mean by that?" This sentence angered the apprentice who had been following Bozu's side but had never spoken.

"Zhongjing! Don't be rude! Zhang Bozu drank his apprentice Zhongjing, and then gave the prescription to Cao Xing.

Seeing that the other party misunderstood, Cao Xing's face was embarrassed, and after this period of cultural study, he barely understood the prescription.

There are dozens of flavored medicines written on it, why is there only Coptis chinensis related to pulsatilla soup?