Chapter 128: The Flower of Good and Evil

When Gong Nian Huai heard this, he completely understood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info because he has long heard of the statement that opium poppy can treat dysentery, and pain relief is the best thing of poppies.

"Bring pen and paper." Gong Nian Huai rolled up his sleeves, grabbed an empty one, and wore a short-sleeved shirt, where would there be sleeves. He never expected that poppy seeds could be eaten as rice in addition to curing diseases and being used as condiments, which made future generations embarrassed.

The Opium War, that is, a catastrophe of the Chinese nation in later generations, and opium almost wiped out the Chinese people, who would have thought that the Song people eight hundred years ago would still eat it as food, which is too ironic.

"Ahh Zhang Yan, Wang Dali and Niu Ben, opened their mouths wide one by one, and let out an exclamation, this male loser is too rebellious, just after listening to a beginning, he guessed what the rice bag flower was. If it had been any of them, it would have been heard in the clouds.

It seems that the loser is not a wasted person!

Niu Ben jumped up and found half a piece of rice paper.

Meng Zhijing's eyes widened in surprise, staring at Gong Yi Nian Huai like a monster. When he was talking, he had avoided ordinary fields as much as possible, and took the professional path, just to make Gongyi Nianhuai confused for a while.

In this way, it is not that Gong Nian Huai does not know what the rice capsule flower is, but he has never heard of the name of the rice sac flower.

Just like the name of his Meng Zhijing, many people know it, but when it comes to mentioning his words, they don't know it unless they are close to familiar people.

Meng Zhijing habitually took out the signature pen and subconsciously handed it to Gong Nian Huai, his two eyes were still staring at Gong Nian Huai, his face was stunned, and his expression was full of incredulity.

"Nian, Nianhuai, you know?" Meng Zhijing looked at Gong Yi Nian Huai Zhan paper and held a pen, and was about to paint, and finally came to his senses, and asked Ai Ai.

"Oh, Brother Meng, the younger brother is not sure, draw it out for everyone to see, whether it is this thing." Gong Yi Nian Huai thought for a moment, and looked at the four people out of the corner of his eye, seeing their reactions.

The pen was like a dancing foot in his hand, and the outline of a plant appeared on the rice paper in an instant.

The four heads surrounded them, covering the male loss in the middle. They have seen Gong Yi Nian Huai painting many times. Oh, strictly speaking, I used to watch the public lose and read the Huai to make a picture. They admired the Gongyi Nian Huai's amazing drawing skills from the bottom of their hearts.

Now, Gong Yi Nianhuai is about to paint again, how could they let go of such a rare opportunity to observe. Even if the three brothers, Zhang Yan, Wang Dali, and Niu Ben, don't know anything about painting, it doesn't affect their appreciation of beautiful things.

Moreover, looking at the painting is secondary, they want to know if Gong Yi Nianhuai has guessed what the rice sac flower is, and see how many things are in the head of this half-grown child.

As the outline of the poppy slowly appeared on the rice paper, the four of them breathed thicker and thicker. Gong Nian Huai's heart sank, it seems that his guess is not wrong, the rice sac flower is a poppy.

Gong Yi Nianhuai painted poppies in his pen, but his heart was turbulent.

Big smoke is an eternal pain in the hearts of future generations of Chinese. The degree of heartache is no less than the extinction of the country.

Among the four people around, I'm afraid no one can understand it.

A hundred years ago, the Song people experienced it, they were driven and killed by the Jin people, and they were eaten as two-legged sheep. If there was no Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, Zhang Jun, and Wu Jie's fight to the death, there would be no two things to say in the history of the Southern Song Dynasty.

In later generations, the disasters brought by the European powers to this land were deeper and worse, not only physical torture, but also spiritual and spiritual devouring. Although the name of the sick man of East Asia was given by the Japanese people, since opium became a commodity that the Chinese people scrambled to eat, the fact that the sick man of East Asia was firmly tied to the body and mind of the Chinese people.

For the Song people, the Jin people were robbing and killing; The European powers enslaved, exploited, and controlled their people, and treated them as production machines. The fierceness of its invasion is the depth of the disaster, far exceeding the invasion of the Song Dynasty by the Jin people and the destruction of the Song Dynasty by the Mongols.

Gong Nian Huai's hand holding the pen not only trembled.

This is a flower of evil!

In fact, there is no difference between likes and dislikes of flowers, since nature has arranged for you to survive and given you a place to live, there is naturally a reason for you to survive.

Whether evil is evil or not depends on who is for it, and who will distinguish between good and evil. Even if it is evil in itself, as long as it is properly controlled, evil cannot do good.

After the Spring Festival of a certain year, several people from Northeast China returned to Russia to work, and after getting off the plane, they were detained, and the Russian side said that these people were selling drugs, but of course these people did not admit it, and they fought on the basis of reason, and finally alarmed the local Chinese consulate.

The consulate sent someone to investigate, and sure enough, it was not drug trafficking. But it is true that you carry "drugs" with you. These drugs are the brine used to make tofu. There are two schools of tofu in China, one is brine tofu and the other is gypsum tofu. These Northeast people may be brine tofu pies.

But the Russians don't understand that brine is obviously poisonous, how can it be used as an additive in food?

In the culture of the Chinese people, there is always a saying about the medicine that cures diseases, which is called that the medicine is three parts poisonous, and can it kill the evil virus without poison? Isn't there a saying that fighting poison with poison? The more malignant the disease, the more poisonous it is, like arsenic, everyone knows that it is very toxic, but it is such a poison, but it is the only choice for the treatment of some malignant diseases.

Of course, the dosage should be appropriate and controlled to the extent that it can kill the virus, and arsenic at this time is a good medicine for life. If it is excessive, it is a poison that kills people.

See, the amount of this medicine is controlled in the hands of the drug user, that is, the doctor. Killers are also people, not arsenic either.

However, there are also cases where good intentions do bad things. For example, if a quack doctor can't see the condition clearly and can't figure out the amount of medicine, he will not be able to cure the disease at least, and the patient will not only lose his wealth and body, but also endure pain; The worst thing is that the disease is cured, and the patient also kicks his legs.

Of course, it is not excluded that some good doctors are silently doing the work of quacks, and the Tao here is not enough to be humane to outsiders. If you can't cure people, you are a good doctor.

Is poppy poison? In the eyes of future generations, of course, it is poison. Opium poppy has plagued China for more than a century, and its evils are too numerous to mention.

But in the time and space of the Southern Song Dynasty, and even further, to Greece, where it originated, for a long time, it was used as a good product for children to endure hunger, that is, to be eaten as food. After it was introduced to China, it also appeared in the historical field as a medicine and ornamental plant for a long time.

Poppies are very similar to poppies, and they are also extremely beautiful and attractive.

The reason why the opium poppy has metamorphosed from food, medicine, and ornamental plants to drugs lies with the manipulators. Ever since the Europeans turned the poppy into a drug, the evil side of the poppy has been artificially exploited and amplified, and it has become an accomplice of certain groups to achieve their goals.

The poppy is a mixture of angels and devils, and if you use it as an angel, you will be an angel, and if you use it, you will be a devil.

The point is that the Song people did not know the devilish side of the poppy, and only saw the angelic side. Moreover, it is not clear whether the husks and grains of the opium poppy are toxic and how highly toxic. However, it was rumored that poppy husks were used as cooked food in later generations, which was said to make cooked food more delicious and retain customers. Of course, it is against the laws of the Hereafter and is forbidden.

The poppy thing is hated because it can make people addicted, and once it is addicted, it makes people want to stop, not only emptying the family wealth, but also destroying the body, and more importantly, the soul is also betrayed.

In later generations, a superpower controlled the Blue Star poison source, not only to bring them a steady stream of wealth, but also to control some of the people they want to control, when the cooperation is happy, the poison source will not be broken, once the other party has a tendency to get out of control, cut off the poison source, so that you can't die or live, people are not adults, and even ghosts can't do it. At that time, some institutions of a superpower came to you with a source of poison, and at that time, in order to get the source of poison, these people did not recognize their six relatives, and even their parents, brothers, wives, and children could be killed or cut at will.

The more impoverished and chaotic the place, the more opium poppy cultivation has become the main source of income for the local area, and the shadow of a certain large country is faintly seen.

"Brother Meng, have you ever seen a rice sac flower?" Gong Yi Nianhuai painted poppies, but what came to mind were skeletons, which was very tormenting to the spirit.

"Of course, Zhang Yan, Niu Ben and Wang Dali, we have all seen it, and this is not a rare thing." Meng Zhijing raised his head and glanced at Gong Yi Nian Huai, and was very disdainful, "Nian Huai, it seems that you have really traveled overseas for a long time, and you know very little about the situation of my Great Song Dynasty. ”

Gong Yi Nian Huai smiled, "The younger brother can't ask for it, Brother Meng will say it, after the magic medicine is ready, the younger brother will hire you as a tour guide and take a good look at the rivers and mountains of the Great Song Dynasty." Gong Yi Nianhuai drew a few more strokes, "Since Brother Meng said that rice sac flowers are not rare, why does Lao Liu seem to be very grand when he makes rice sac rabbit meat, why is this?" Moreover, when the younger brother looked at the expressions of several elder brothers, it seemed that he also wanted a piece of the pie, why? ”

"Hehe, Nianhuai, do you see this? The yield of rice sac flowers is very low, and the land must first meet the needs of planting grains, where is there idle land to feed rice sac flowers? The only rice sacs have to be offered to the palace as a tribute, and there are not many that can stay in the people, do you say that it is rare or not? So, the rice sac flower is also called the royal rice, do you understand? ”

"Little brother understands." Gong Nian Huai threw his pen on the table, clapped his hands, and looked at the poppies he had drawn, "A few brothers, that's it, do you have any opinions?" ”

"That's it. In fact, before painting the rice bag flower, the little brother lost, but we still want to see your painting skills, it is really extraordinary. Meng Zhijing picked up the rice paper, shook it, and said to the other three, "I have this painting, do you have any opinions?" ”

How could the three of them have opinions, they all learned to peck rice, nodded and agreed.