When I was captured by these soldiers, my hands were tied behind my back, and I couldn't move, and I looked puzzled.

I subconsciously said to the people around me who were soldiers that my donkey, I don't know if they are really good, or for what reason, they actually lifted my donkey in all directions. I scolded these fools in my heart for not letting the donkey go by itself and carrying it. But when I saw them running fast, I thought maybe they were thinking that the donkey was going too slowly.

I was carried away by them, and I was terrified, thinking to myself, what are they carrying me for? You won't stew me with the donkey. As the saying goes, dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat in the ground, donkey meat in the ground is delicious, I am not dragon meat in the sky.

Just then, they carried me to a large, tent-looking place. Then there was a crowd of people chattering around me, and the tone was very anxious, and everyone had an anxious look on their faces.

After listening to them for most of the day, I finally understood what they were saying. What they actually said was, the contents of the cloth on my back, the contents of that cloth were him, um. The content is that their leader, the boss, oh no, should be called a general.

The general had a strange illness, that is, he had not eaten for several days, and his stomach was still swollen, but he could not pull anything out. It was like a balloon full of gas in my stomach. Now they have brought me to cure this strange disease of the general.

I was shocked, Mom, I don't even know how to cure diseases. I can't say it explicitly, if I did, I would have been cut down by them in no time, and I would have lost my life.

My head was running fast, I didn't know medicine, I had to find a way to deal with it first. So I stammered and said I, I, my method of healing is different, I'm going to let your generals eat...... Before he finished speaking, he only heard the sound of the waves. I shuddered, and tilted my head to sneak a glance. I saw the soldier draw his sword, and said to me fiercely and viciously, "Our general doesn't eat anything, and his stomach is swollen like a ball, and you still let him eat it." Of course, there was no concept of playing football at that time, so you should have taught him that.

I said weakly, sergeant, you, you, don't worry, he, he eats, eats, eats, eats, eats, Just, just, you won't have a bloated belly.

The sergeant stepped forward with his sword and seemed to say something, but suddenly he heard a weak voice say, "Let him try."

So I was taken to the kitchen by them, and when I came to the kitchen, my head was spinning rapidly, what should I get for him? I don't know what can cure him, but I'll have to deal with something first, or I'll die right now.

At this time, an idea came to my mind, why don't I get some uncooked vegetables for him to eat, so that he can have diarrhea. I thought about it, he was going to cut me down when he had diarrhea, and if I got something to eat for him, maybe I could find some excuse to get by.

I saw a bag of onions in the corner, and I had an idea, and I got some onions for him to eat, and let him fart and let him deflate. Thinking that I would give him onions, I wouldn't let him know that I had made them for him, so I chopped the onions and pounded them into a puree.

I was playing with the onion and I was in tears, and then a military officer came in and saw me in tears and asked me what was the matter, and when I heard that the tears flowed even more, I said that I thought of the general, so uncomfortable, and my heart was sad, so I shed tears.

The sergeant came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you have such a good heart." I made a bun out of chopped onions, wrapped them in flour, and made them. After the steamed buns were steamed, a funny picture appeared. A room of men stared intently at a man eating buns there.

The man who was called the general worked hard, as if he had a grudge against the buns, and gritted his teeth and finished eating a bun. Now the man in the room stared at me intently, as if he wanted to eat my expression. After about a quarter of an hour, a room of men looked at me with angry eyes, covered their noses and hurried out.