“Castor?”

Governor Feng stood up involuntarily, walked to Hua Wan, and took the beautiful-looking seeds from her hand.

 Then hold it up to your eyes and observe carefully.

 Oval shape, hard seed coat, shiny surface, mixed with black, white, brown and other markings.

 “It’s really a castor bean!”

Feng Jishi said with great nostalgia.

This time it was Huawan's turn to be shocked:

 “What hemp? Do you know this is hemp?”

Feng Yong tossed the castor seeds in his hand and glanced sideways at Young Master Hua who wanted to show off in front of him:

 “I know a lot of things.”

"What's the air?" Hua Wan muttered unconvincedly, "We call it Cao Ma, not the Ma you are talking about."

 Guan Ji also came over, grabbed a few castor beans from the box, and asked curiously:

“This is a hemp seed? It looks like a bird’s egg. Why have I never seen it before?”

 When Huawan saw it, he immediately became excited:

"Madam, this grass and hemp is from the Panyue country. I heard it was passed from the Shendu country. I asked about it, but we big men don't have it..."

She chattered a lot, but Feng Yong was completely confused.

“Where is this Panyue country?”

 “Well, Panyue Kingdom is to the southwest of Ailao Mountain...”

"Ailao Mountain? You also call it Ailao Mountain?" Feng Yong was really surprised, "Is it called Ailao Mountain at this time? I thought..."

 Halfway through speaking, he paused again.

It was Guan Ji who looked at Feng Yong strangely:

“During the Yongping period of the Later Han Dynasty, Liu Maung, the king of Ailao, sent his son to lead his tribe, and his country was seven thousand miles southwest of Luoyang.”

 At this point, Guan Ji paused for a moment, seeming to be recalling something.

"I remember that the country is not small. It seems that when King Ailao was attached, there were more than 70 Yi kings in the country, with more than 50,000 households and more than 550,000 small households."

“Emperor Xiaoming first established two counties in Ailao and Bonan on his land, and then divided it into six counties in Yizhou to form Yongchang County. The place where Ailao Kingdom is located has a big mountain, which is called Ailao Mountain.”

 That’s awesome!

 The big man is really awesome!

Feng Jishi sighed sincerely in his heart.

 If I remember correctly, the current Yongchang County actually included part of later Myanmar.

“Xijun, how do you know so clearly?”

Guan Ji glanced at Huawan and said vaguely:

“Didn’t you go to Nanzhong back then? Naturally, I wanted to find out more about it.”

 Husband and wife have the same mind.

Feng Yong also took a look at Huawan and understood what Guan Ji meant.

When the Prime Minister conquered Nanzhong, his brother-in-law was the pioneer, and then he also went southward. Guan Ji was probably worried about her brother-in-law and herself, so she went to learn the history of Nanzhong.

 He is worthy of being General Guan who led the army to victory.

 Before confronting the enemy, understand the enemy as much as possible and do not fight an unprepared battle.

How could he be like me, holding a few jars of wine and just rushing over...

It's just that the topic of Pingnanzhong is always difficult to bring up too clearly in front of Huawan, so Guan Ji was vague.

Feng Yong tried hard to match the geography at that time with the world map he knew:

So the Panyue Kingdom should be Bangladesh or even the northeast of India in later generations?

 Then he nodded: “That’s it.”

"Alang seems to have heard of Ailao Mountain, but doesn't know it." Guan Ji looked at Feng Yong with some doubts in her eyes, "Then why do you know this thing?"

As she spoke, she raised the castor beans in her hand.

"Oh, someone from our school once brought this thing back to our school." Governor Feng replied calmly, his face not red and his heart not beating, "I heard that I had to climb Ailao Mountain to get it."

"It's just that such miscellaneous news is too fragmentary. I heard it occasionally, so I didn't take it to heart. I thought Ailao Mountain was named by the people in the sect..."

 As he spoke, he smiled sheepishly, showing just the right amount of confusion about his ignorance.

“Oh? Does Alang know the purpose of the things?”

General Guan has always admired her sect, Alang, because the longer she spent time with her sect, the more she felt that Alang’s sect’s knowledge was really all-encompassing and unfathomable.

 “You can press oil.”

Feng Yong played with the castor beans in his hand and said casually, "There is a lot of oil in these seeds."

“Oil?” Guan Ji’s eyes lit up, “The kind used for cooking?”

 Oil is a good thing!

Looking at her, he wanted to put the castor bean in his hand into his mouth and take a bite. Feng Jishihun was almost scared to death.

With lightning speed, he smacked the things in Guan Ji's hands and shouted loudly: "You can't eat it, it's poisonous!"

General Guan did not expect Feng Jishi's reaction to be so strong, and was frightened on the spot.

Seeing the castor beans "crackling" falling to the ground, Feng Yong quickly bent down and at the same time ordered the servant serving beside him:

 “Quick, pick them all up, don’t miss a single one!”

There are two kids at home who can run around. If one of them falls in the corner and they pick it up and eat it, it will be too late to cry.

 Looking at Feng Yong's expression changed drastically, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Guan Ji quickly squatted down to help find the fallen castor beans.

 Guan Ji only had a few pills in her hand, but she found them all at once. She counted them carefully and found that none of them were missing. Feng Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

Guan Ji then asked carefully: "Is this thing poisonous?"

Hua Wan then realized and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, it's poisonous."

Feng Yong threw the castor beans back into the box: "Not only are they poisonous, they are also very toxic. If a child eats two or three, and an adult eats six or seven, it is almost impossible to save them."

This time, Guan Ji and Hua Wan really believed that Feng Yong knew this thing very well.

 But I saw him saying with some regret: "I have a senior brother who almost died after eating one."

　　When I was a child in my previous life, I could often see wild castor plants in groups of twos and threes, whether in front of or behind the house, in ditches or on the ridges of fields, or even in dilapidated walls.

In the eyes of rural people, this thing is actually similar to a weed. It can grow anywhere and is extremely tenacious.

Every rural child knows one thing, that is, fruits in the wild can only be put into the mouth if adults say they are edible.

 Whatever has not been said cannot be touched.

 Once, Feng Yong, who was five or six years old, and a few friends went to the wild to dig out bird's nests to play.

 Among the children in the village, there will always be a few bold ones, commonly known as the kings of children.

In Feng Yong’s group of friends, the child king is a naughty kid of eight or nine years old. It may be that his rebellious period has arrived early, or it may be to show his bravery.

When everyone was playing in the field, they saw the child king picking castor seeds not far away in public and peeling off the thorny shell with his bare hands, without fear of pain at all.

 Attracting admiring glances from friends.

So the guy floated away, put the peeled castor seeds into his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them...

 The result can be imagined.

Finally, his father and several uncles took turns carrying him on their backs, running towards the hospital like hot wheels.

His mother followed behind with tears and runny noses...

 Fortunately, the village where Feng Yong is located is not in a ravine, and there is even a national highway extending right to the edge of the village.

 At the end of the national highway, there is a hospital, which is a resident hospital.

 It was the hospital that Feng Yong found marked on Baidu Maps many years later, but could not find it.

 About ten miles away from the village, an army was stationed.

 At night when he was sleeping, Feng Yong often heard the rumbling sound of cannon fire coming from there.

 Sometimes when I go to school, if I'm lucky, I can go with the field training team along the way.

The one I remember most is the kind of weather with heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and no one could be seen more than ten meters away.

A captain, who was soaked to the skin, knocked on the window of Feng Yong's house, took out a wet map, and loudly asked Feng Yong's mother for directions.

From the window, I saw a team walking silently on the muddy road in the hazy rain curtain.
To be continued...