Chapter 7 Zhang Ji (This chapter is free)

I didn't try 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 muddy, drifting with the current, a few jumping, seeing the surface of the water, thinking that they have obtained the true meaning and can change their fate, in fact, no matter how they change, they still come and go in this river, and they still can't change the direction of the river.

It is also said that history is formed by chance, and as long as there is a little change in between, it is like touching a domino, and an avalanche of consequences occurs. The flip of a butterfly's wings triggered a storm across the ocean.

I don't know which one of these points is correct, but I have to work hard, and since I have made a goal and set a goal to fight for a different life for myself, then I have to make up my mind to change.

Only change is my choice.

I decided, go out.

However, it was very difficult to go out, and after this incident, the family took care of me to death. Kong Ming gave a strict order to let Zhao Zilong's escort team protect me with all their might. The captain of the guard is called Zhao Zheng, the word Ziang, although he has the same surname, he has nothing to do with Zhao Zilong. He is a native of Xuzhou, with his father for many years, in his thirties, skillful in arching and horses, loyal, but he is rigid and difficult to tolerate. He was sent to be in charge of the guards, obviously because he didn't want me to go out.

"I'm going out."

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

"I'm an idler, etc.?"

"No, but, the junior can't make the decision on this matter, so let's wait until I report to the military advisor."

"Is the military division big or am I big?"

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

"So he's older than me."

Zhao Zheng doesn't know what to say, although I am just a child, I am the only son of the lord Liu Bei, and my identity is special. He came here mainly to protect me from outside invasion, but he didn't think that the biggest pressure would come from me.

"I want to see the military advisor, this is always okay."

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

Kong Ming seems to be always so calm, calm and peaceful, even if there is a big thing in front of him, it seems that it can be easily solved. He has a gaze as bright as autumn water, and when he sees anything, he can see through its essence at a glance, and the lead knife cuts it, and it is easy to solve.

However, the affairs he was responsible for were complicated and redundant, after his father left, all military, government, and civil affairs were all in charge of him alone, and he was a very careful person, he would personally handle everything, handle it seriously, and never let go of any loopholes.

My father had always regarded himself as the orthodoxy of the Han family, so the policy adopted for the occupied areas was not to touch the interests of the local powerful on the one hand, and on the other hand, to distribute the ownerless wasteland caused by the war to the displaced people, which was welcomed by all parties. However, in practice, it often causes disputes. Powerful people in various places often leave during the war, and run back after the war, dividing the ownerless wasteland or even the original official land as their own private land, so that all kinds of disputes and contradictions erupt at any time. Therefore, I was very surprised that when Zhang Fei went to see Pang Shiyuan, he could solve the case for less than a month in less than an hour. You know, it's such a case, how many archives do you need to consult!

Therefore, Kong Ming couldn't help but be tired. His tiredness is overdrawing his life!

He came to the front of the church, and he was communicating with people. I asked who the old man was, and a servant replied that it was the old Changsha Taishou Zhang Ji.

I nodded, thinking it was another local tycoon. But I looked closely, but hesitated, I don't know why, I feel very good to go to this old man, look at the servant's face full of reverence when he said Zhang Ji, and think about it again, and suddenly remember, isn't that Zhang Zhongjing! O Chinese medical saint!

Zhang Ji, whose name is Zhongjing, Nieyang, Nanyang County, Eastern Han Dynasty (I began to think that he and Kong Ming were fellow villagers, but later learned that Kong Ming's Nanyang was in Xiangyang), was born in the Eastern Han Dynasty in the first year of peace (150 AD), and died in the 24th year of Jian'an (219 AD). He is the author of "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases".

I asked the servant not to speak, so I leaned forward lightly and heard him say to Kong Ming: "In the year of Zhongjing's birth, wars and chaos broke out frequently, the world was in turmoil, epidemics were epidemic, and the people were struggling to survive. Today's people who live in the world only know how to compete for power, chase fame and fortune, do not ask about the people's suffering, do not pay attention to medicine, and study the methods to solve the people's suffering? So I made up my mind to worship Mr. Zhang Bozu of the same county as a teacher, and learned the method of helping the sick and sick, and fortunately succeeded. ”

Kong Ming nodded and said: "What Mr. is doing is really the heart of his parents, and what Mr. has learned is actually the art of creation, if people have the same heart, the world is very fortunate." ”

Zhang Ji said: "Where, Mr. Zhuge has won the award." Today, the plague is prevalent, and countless people have died, and even the whole family has been exterminated. Cao Zijian said in his poem: 'There is the pain of zombies in every family, and there is a crying ...... in the room'. There were so many deaths that countless towns became empty capitals. There are more than 200 members of my Zhang clan, and in less than ten years since the Jian'an era, two-thirds of them have died of the epidemic, and typhoid fever accounts for 70 percent. I studied medicine to help others and save myself. Over the past 50 years, I have diligently studied the ancient teachings, learned from all sides, and classified the scriptures into six signs according to the strength of the patient's physique, the changes in the body, and the urgency of the disease. Among them, the three yang scriptures are mostly hot and empirical, and the three yin meridians are mostly cold and false. Based on the principle of the Six Classics, with sweat, spitting, lowering, and, warming, clearing, eliminating, and supplementing the methods, this "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" was written, and Mr. Wang kept it on behalf of him. As he spoke, he took out a long scroll and handed it to Kong Ming with both hands.

I craned my neck to look in, and I slammed my head against the door.

The two people in the room 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, got up and said, "Childe, why are you here?" ”

Zhang Ji first thought that I was a descendant of Kong Ming, and when he heard Kong Ming call me a son, he was also stunned. Although he has the world in his heart, he treats all living beings equally. But after all, in this era, it is impossible not to stand up and greet each other.

I saluted Kong Ming and said, "The military advisor has been working day and night for several months, and the food is not fragrant, and the little nephew is uneasy. With a wave of his hand, Zhao Zheng walked in cautiously holding a pot of soup, and as soon as he entered the door, a fragrance came out, but it was light but not greasy, which made people have a great appetite.

Kong Ming didn't believe that this was my own idea, thinking that this must be a plan from a master in the mansion to let me buy people's hearts, and thousands of thoughts turned in my heart for a while, I don't know what Liu Bei meant, or the idea of others. If it is Liu Bei's entrustment, then this lord is really thoughtful and skillful, if it is the strategy of others, then what is the purpose of helping the prince consolidate the foundation so early? But in any case, this is also a concern for himself, and he said at the moment: "Thank you for the love of the son, why should your subordinates be polite." ”

I said: "The military advisor works hard for the country and the people, and the little nephew just sends a bowl of soup, so that the military advisor can say moving words, how can the little nephew be a guest." ”

Kong Mingyuan didn't expect me to continue answering, but seeing that I answered calmly, calmly and calmly, he couldn't help but change his face.

I continued: "Military advisor, please use, this soup is called fairy soup, take glutinous rice half-together, five large slices of ginger, two bowls of river water in the casserole to roll twice, add five or seven white green onions with whiskers, cook until the rice is cooked, add a small half cup of rice vinegar, mix evenly and eat hot - glutinous rice for nourishment, green onion and ginger diverge as a minister, one supplement and one scatter, and use vinegar to converge, if you are sick, you can get rid of disease, you can be honored without disease, and the military teacher works hard, and you will be able to take care of your body better with this." ”

Kong Ming smiled when he heard this: "What kind of soup is this, and you actually have to add vinegar." However, there are no supplements such as ginseng in this soup, and I can't stand that tonic either. Try this fairy soup, maybe it will be right for the spleen and stomach. ”

I turned my head to Zhang Ji and said, "This is Mr. Zhongjing who is 'sitting in the hall' in Changsha, the kid is polite." ”

In later generations, the term "sitting in the hall" was very common, and it was a common name for a doctor who sat in a pharmacy to treat people. In fact, this is exactly what later generations named in honor of Zhang Zhongjing.

When Zhang Zhongjing was the Taishou of Changsha, he did not forget to relieve the suffering of the people. At that time, the distinction between the government and the people was extremely strict, and officials could not enter people's houses, nor could they approach the people casually. But Zhang Ji believes that only by contacting the people can we treat them and improve their medical skills. So he came up with a plan, that is, to choose the first day and the fifteenth day of the first month of the month, open the yamen widely, and treat the people without asking about political affairs. He sat in the hall and carefully healed the people one by one. Over time, a convention has formed. On the first and fifteenth days of the Lunar New Year, many patients from all walks of life gathered in front of his yamen waiting to see a doctor.

Zhang Zhongjing was thinking about the synthesis of the medicinal power of the "Immortal Soup" I said, and when he heard me talk about sitting in the hall, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then laughed.

Kong Ming listened to me with a milky voice, but he teased the world-famous Zhang Zhongjing without stage fright, but he couldn't help it.