"...I haven't been a big brother for many years. I just want to have a good love..."

Feng Yong lay on the rickety carriage, singing a song that no one could understand, word by word, completely ignoring the strange looks cast by the people around him who did not know the truth.

Along the way, everyone now knows that this is a quirk of Feng Langjun's, and not a relapse of hysteria caused by the harsh sun. As Feng Yong's fame grew, he once went crazy.

The story became known to the world along with his fame.

However, in the eyes of these people in the militia, as long as the other men in this group are still there, and as long as the promise of seventy men for one labor is still valid, even if he is really crazy again, they must find a way to escort him

Arrive at Wei County.

Besides, there are still people from the Governor's Mansion leading the army anyway.

As the nominal leader of the team that went to Wei County this time, and also suffering from hysteria, Feng Yong was able to enjoy some privileges. No one thought there was anything wrong, but took it for granted.

Although the carriage was very simple, it didn't even have a carriage. It only had three baffles around it and a roof on top to block the sun.

The only luxury is the use of woolen cloth hanging on the side to block the slanting sunlight.

In the past two years since he came to the Three Kingdoms, he ran from Jincheng to Hanzhong, then Hanzhong back to Jincheng, and then ran from Jincheng to Nanzhong. Feng Yong has become accustomed to this era without shock absorbers, at least he will not be like the first time.

Once when I went to Hanzhong, I vomited all over the place.

He was even in the mood to sing "Big Brother" - traveling in ancient times was extremely boring.

I don’t have a mobile phone, I don’t have an MP3 player, I don’t even have a Walkman tape player, and I am still on the road in this stuffy and hot weather, and I am just singing a few lines to entertain myself. Isn’t this okay?

But now Feng Tubiao found that he seemed to have discovered an entertainment project, which was to train Laifu, the elegant dog who could sing along with poems.

After singing a few lines, he picked up the dog-beating stick beside him and knocked on the car.

The black dog running under the car with its tongue outstretched heard the sound of the car knocking, subconsciously tucked its tail and barked twice "bark, woof".

Feng Yong then sang again with satisfaction, "Don't force me to miss you, don't force me to cry..."

Then he knocked on the car again.

"Woof woof..."

"Brother," Zhao Guang said as he rode a pony from the front of the group, "the sun has reached the zenith and it is the time when the heat is at its strongest. The people in front have stopped to rest. Let's stop too."

"Don't force me to fall out..."

"Woof woof..."

Feng Yong glanced at him, stood up and called two people, pointing to the wine jars in the car, "Move them out of the car, be careful."

Zhao Guang said quickly, "Brother, just let me handle this matter..."

"Get away from me! I won't let you touch me!"

Feng Yong hummed twice and sang again, "Don't force me to fall out..."

A few days ago, he learned that Feng Yong had brought three jars of fine wine to Nanzhong, and also found out from Li Yi and others that this was a peerless fine wine brewed by his brother using his master's secret method. Zhao Guang had been teasing Feng Yong to let him

Drink a sip.

In the end, Feng Yong had no choice but to pour a little carefully and let him taste it.

Unexpectedly, after he drank, he reached out to grab the wine jar.

Fortunately, Feng Yong had been training Laifu at that time, and the dog-beating stick never left his side. Seeing him like this, he whipped him on the spot until his hands swelled up. Fortunately, the alcohol had a high alcohol content. Even if Zhao Guang was addicted to alcohol, he would never

There is no way to keep drinking it.

Finally, after taking a big sip, he was forced to put down the wine jar.

From then on, Feng Yong was determined not to let him get close to where he could reach out and touch the wine jar.

Zhao Guang watched the three wine jars being moved under the shade of the tree. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said with a smile in his eyes, "Brother, why do you need to be like this? If you don't let me drink, it's fine if I don't."

Feng Yong looked at him sideways and smiled.

He walked to the shade of the tree, picked up the wine jar, opened the seal, handed it to him, and said, "Here, let's take a sip?"

Zhao Guang sniffed and sniffed the smell of alcohol wafting out of the jar. He had a heartbroken look on his face, but he didn't dare to take it.

If in normal times, he would take another slap from his brother, he would take it and take a bite.

But these days, he saw his brother constantly collecting wild flowers and weeds along the way, and then chopped them into pieces and put them in the wine jar. How could he dare to touch the wine jar at this time?

Because the weeds his brother picked had an unpleasant smell, he suspected that they were some kind of poisonous weeds.

My brother is probably making poisonous wine.

It seems that it makes sense for others to call my brother Little Poisoner.

Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong sitting under the shade of a tree with his eyes closed and meditating. He quietly moved over and asked softly, "Brother, why are you doing this poison? Could it be that Nanzhong really has your enemy? Or is it the master's sect?"

Enemy?"

When Feng Yong proposed the strategy of moving the people from the south to consolidate Hanzhong, Zhuge Liang also asked him if he had any grudges against the barbarians in the south, but he denied it at the time.

But in the various versions circulated in Jincheng last year about the Han Dynasty Prime Minister questioning Feng Langjun, many of them said that Feng Langjun had a grudge against the barbarian official, and that was why he devised such a vicious plan against the Prime Minister.

Zhao Guang didn't believe those rumors, but now he saw his brother making three jars of poisonous wine all the way, constantly filtering out the dregs and adding freshly chopped poisonous weeds, obviously to increase the toxicity.

Seeing that the originally coveted wine gradually turned into green venom, his brother had no intention of stopping. Zhao Guang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He didn't know how much hatred his brother had for that enemy?

"I said I was making medicinal wine to save people, do you believe it?"

Feng Yong opened his eyes and asked.

Zhao Guang shook his head repeatedly, even if he killed him, he wouldn't believe it.

Feng Yong curled his lips, "If you don't believe me, why are you asking?"

After that, leave him alone.

The world only knows that there are many miasmas in Nanzhong, but they don’t know that there are actually many types of miasma, including hot miasma, cold miasma, dumb miasma, etc.

Even in later generations when the Internet is developed, before Tu Youyou won the Nobel Prize for artemisinin, most people in China did not even know what malaria looked like.

Because in Feng Yong's generation, malaria was almost extinct in China.

So when many people watched "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and saw the old demon Zhuge leading his troops to Nanzhong and drinking from the dumb spring, they thought it was made up.

Little did they know that Nanzhong really had a mute disease.

The reason why Tu Youyou is widely known to the Chinese people is because she won the Nobel Prize in Medicine and made the Chinese people proud, not because of how many people artemisinin has saved in China.

The funny thing is that there are a lot of arrogant people who jump out anxiously and make irresponsible remarks, saying that this is Western medicine and has nothing to do with traditional Chinese medicine. A certain famous academic anti-counterfeiting fighter dances the most happily.

At that time, it also triggered a big controversy on the Internet.

Feng Yong, who was young and enthusiastic at the time, also jumped into this big wave and debated fiercely with others on the Internet.

Even for the sake of argument, I didn’t know how much information I read, including the industrial extraction process of artemisinin.

Not to mention what causes malaria.

Later, a few years later and I experienced a lot, I finally understood - is there any point in arguing?

Again, Druid Yuan made some people full!

What's more, the so-called anti-counterfeiting fighter even Yuan Da Druid questioned...

This made Feng Yong extremely disdainful of him.

Those so-called scholars, do they understand what is the ultimate goal of medicine?

Regardless of whether Chinese medicine or Western medicine, in the final analysis, they are all used to save people.

It is not used to show how advanced your master is, and to prove how ignorant the Chinese people are.

As long as it can save people, what does it matter if we use Chinese medicine or Western medicine? What does it matter if we combine Chinese and Western medicine and promote each other?

What's more, what is Chinese medicine? What is Western medicine?

While Chinese medicine is saving people, Western medicine is still in the era of cutting off hands and feet when it hurts!

Nowadays, Western medicine has developed, but Muyang Quan secretly changed the concept and compared the traditional Chinese medicine from thousands of years ago with modern Western medicine...

It is said that you cannot develop traditional Chinese medicine. Once it gets involved with modern technology, it is because you are backward and ignorant, so you have to rely on modern science to survive.

What kind of divine logic is this?

More importantly, the fundamental purpose of those Muyang dogs is not to argue about Chinese and Western medicine, but to undermine China's rising national self-confidence and try to make the generation that has never experienced fractures bend down again, just like those bricks back then.

The family calls the beast.

Feng Yong also accidentally discovered a lot of information during that big Internet debate, and only then did he know how much effort New China had made to eliminate malaria.

Because they have not lived under the shadow of malaria, most people in later generations of China have no idea how terrible malaria is.

That’s why Feng Yong finally thought that people who deliberately use artemisinin to provoke conflicts between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are scum!

It was at that time that he realized that the miasma in Lingnan could not be summarized by malaria alone.

Some miasmas are actually not too serious and can be relieved by drinking a sip of wine beforehand.

So Zhao Guang grabbed the wine and took a big sip, which was a heinous crime.

Maybe just one sip of wine can give you an extra life.
To be continued...