"My little friends don't know, but Haojia Village is fed by water from the Lianghe River. This river stretches for dozens of miles and connects to the Luliang Mountains from the Yellow River. Every year during the flood season, the river water flows backwards, bringing a lot of river fresh food."
Zhang Zhongjing led the way, and little Aning followed behind, walking with Wei Cheng. Her little eyes glanced at Wei Cheng's backpack from time to time. She was curious how Wei Cheng packed so many cooking utensils into such a small backpack.
Wei Cheng and Zhang Zhongjing inquired about the current situation and asked that the epidemic in Haojia Village was serious and many people had died, so they planned to go over to help and learn from their idols.
Zhang Zhongjing continued: "What is unexpected is that this time the river water poured in, it brought a large number of floating corpses."
Little Aning, who was following him, nodded repeatedly and said with a pale face: "Yeah, it's so scary. There are dead people in the river. If you get closer, you can smell the stench. Those dead people all have yellow scarves on their heads. Brother Hao."
Said it was the Yellow Turban Army."
Wei Cheng's expression changed. The words of the Yellow Turban Army, doesn't it mean that the plot of the Three Kingdoms has just begun?
While he was thinking wildly, Zhang Zhongjing, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, raised his head and shouted upward: "Is the sword here? We are back from collecting herbs."
Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment, then looked up and realized that the three of them had reached the bottom of a cliff. The cliff was obscured by dense forest. Through the treetops, one could see the smooth cliff, which was about twenty or thirty meters above the ground.
Just then a head poked out.
The people above looked at Wei Cheng warily, and Zhang Zhongjing explained: "Don't panic, Wei Xiaoyou is a member of the same profession as me. His medical skills are not inferior to mine. I am here just to treat illnesses and save people."
The person above listened and responded with a strange accent. Seeing that he was shouting with red face and ears, but in fact he couldn't hear the loud voice, and he was a bit short of breath. Wei Cheng immediately made a conclusion about him.
Not long after, a wooden board with four corners pulled by hemp ropes was lowered from the cliff.
It's about two square meters, so it won't be a problem for three people to stand on it.
Wei Cheng vaguely heard the sound of wooden turbines moving, and just when he felt it was novel, Zhang Zhongjing sighed and said: "This mountain is called Pingding Mountain. There is a flat land with a radius of three or four miles on the mountain. In order to avoid the war, the people of Haojia Village can only
Live up there and be isolated from the rest of the world.”
As they spoke, the three of them were already pulled to the top of the mountain.
Looking around, just as Zhang Zhongjing said, the mountain is a large platform surrounded by cliffs. It is a good place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Unfortunately, it is too difficult to get up and down. The cliffs are very smooth, and it is difficult to climb without any strength.
Can't climb up.
The villagers made a rough lifting platform with wooden wheels. The simple pulley group looked quite high-tech. It can be seen that the wisdom of the ancients was not much lower than that of later generations, but it was limited to materials. You must know that the middle-aged man who just pulled them up looked
There was no strength at all to go up.
Standing still, he faced two middle-aged men with dark skin, purple lips, and ragged clothes who looked at Wei Cheng warily.
Zhang Zhongjing was explaining something to an old man.
Hearing that a good medicine for dysentery had been found, the old man's expression softened a little, and he looked at Wei Cheng with more kindness in his eyes.
He explained to the middle-aged man on the side. The two middle-aged men looked overjoyed, and the vigilance in their eyes was gone.
At this time, little Aning pulled Wei Cheng's sleeves and said, "Brother Wei, don't be afraid. The uncles are kind-hearted. If those officers and soldiers weren't so bullying, they would actually be very hospitable."
Wei Cheng smiled and nodded at the three people. He had just heard from Zhang Zhongjing that Haojia Village originally lived on the edge of the Liang River. It was a rich and fertile land. The people in the village were self-sufficient and contented themselves.
Unfortunately, the good times came to an end last month.
The army, who didn't know where it came from, occupied their homes, raped the women, and devoured their stored food.
The villagers had nothing to eat, so they had to survive on wild vegetables and roots. They drank corpse water from the Liang River and contracted dysentery.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the clan elders organized the villagers to flee overnight. In Haojia Village, which originally had a population of more than 500 people, only about 300 people actually escaped, and now they all live on this flat-topped mountain.
The old man ordered the two middle-aged men to continue guarding the lift platform, and led Wei Cheng and the others to a place where people gathered.
As soon as I walked closer, I was hit by a stench.
Wei Cheng instinctively took out a mask from his backpack and put it on. This mask was an N95.
Seeing the curious look on little Aning's face, he handed one to her.
Little Aning imitated him and put it on his face. Only a pair of big black eyes were exposed on his small face, which was very cute.
"It doesn't stink anymore!" she shouted excitedly.
Zhang Zhongjing and the old man looked back and asked curiously: "Little friend Wei, what is this?"
He saw many novel things in Wei Cheng, such as the cooking utensils, bowls and chopsticks, and the backpack.
Wei Cheng simply took out the remaining masks, gave one to Zhang Zhongjing, and gave one to the old man.
He said: "Try to put it on. This thing is called a mask. It can prevent you from being infected with most miasma."
There is no concept of bacteria in this era. When talking about miasma, both Zhang Zhongjing and the old man have expressions of understanding. Especially Zhang Zhongjing, who puts on the mask thoughtfully, always feels inspired, with cloudy eyes.
It gradually became brighter.
Wei Cheng continued: "My father-in-law, the villagers' excrement contains a lot of poisonous substances. If they are excreted at will, even if you cure the disease, the disease will relapse within a few days. The best way is to dig a hole.
Let the villagers go to the toilet in one place."
It's not that Wei Qing is talkative or has a mysophobia, but he has seen a lot of scurrying babies along the way. With such sanitary conditions, let alone living with people, it is almost enough to raise voodoos. It is simply a natural breeding ground for mosquitoes and flies.
Egg pool.
The old man was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhang Zhongjing without knowing why.
Zhang Zhongjing was thoughtful. He looked at the mask in his hand, thought about something again, and finally looked at Wei Cheng gratefully and said, "What you said makes sense, I seem to have found the answer to many of my previous confusions."
He looked at the old man beside him and said, "Brother Da Dao, just do as Wei Xiaoyou said. It won't take much effort to dig a big hole."
Hearing what Zhang Zhongjing said, the old man nodded in agreement. Now he listens to Zhang Zhongjing in everything. As long as he can cure the villagers' diseases, let alone dig a hole, there is no problem for him to dig a hole and bury himself.
I heard from little Aning that the old man's name was Dadao. He was a blacksmith and was also the nominal village leader of Haojia Village. Hao Dadao had three daughters and one son. That son was the elder brother Hao that Aning mentioned. He was two years older than her and belonged to the old family.
When I got a son, my illness was unclear.
Hao Dadao's eldest daughter and second daughter work as maids for wealthy families in the city and have not been around since they were young. The third daughter had a scar on her face because she was burned by a fire when she was a child. No one wanted her, so she had to stay with her. The name is a bit strange.
My name is Hao Niang.
While they were talking, everyone came to an open area. Dozens of simple thatched huts formed a large circle, with a fire burning in the middle. Several women were handling a big tiger, and many children were watching eagerly.
The tiger's head is drooling.
Seeing the old man and Zhang Zhongjing walking towards him, a tall man came over, cupped his fists and saluted Zhang Zhongjing, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir. We caught a big insect today. I will send someone to give you a front leg to satisfy your hunger."
Wei Cheng had sharp eyes and could tell at first glance that the tiger was male.
Judging from the size, it is not very big. It has a shadow of the South China tiger, but the pattern is a bit more like a civet cat and a leopard. It may be a subspecies of hybrid tiger. However, even if it is a hybrid tiger, it is still very valuable.
.
I saw a woman holding a rusty ax and aiming at that thing. Good thing, it didn't cut it off.
Just when Wei Cheng was hesitating whether to step forward to save the thing, Zhang Zhongjing said: "Xizi, damn, keep that tiger whip for me. It can be used as medicine and can be used to replenish the health of the men in the village."
Hao Dadao also said: "Yes, the shape complements the shape, maybe there will be a few more little guys next year."
The woman didn't hesitate, she looked at the man not far away, nodded with understanding, and her movements of lifting the ax became much gentler in an instant.
Zhang Zhongjing and Hao Dadao looked at each other and smiled, then turned back to Wei Cheng and Aning and said: "Little friend Wei, I'm going to make the medicinal soup first, and let Aning accompany you for a walk. Although the top of the mountain is not large, the scenery is
But it’s excellent.”
Wei Cheng learned the etiquette of the ancients and cupped his hands, "Teacher, please excuse me."
Aning said cheerfully: "Don't worry, Aweng, Brother Wei, just leave it to me."
Watching the two of them leave, little Aning pulled Wei Cheng's sleeve and said, "Brother Wei, I will take you to eat something good."
Wei Cheng looked puzzled. After eating the instant noodles he cooked, what else could make little Aning so greedy?
Following her to the destination, Wei Cheng was startled.
I saw a middle-aged man skinning dozens of snakes. Many of those snakes were highly venomous.
When the middle-aged man saw An Ning coming, he smiled kindly at her. When he saw Wei Cheng again, a trace of fear and confusion flashed in his eyes.
Aning explained immediately, and the middle-aged man bowed respectfully to Wei Cheng, looking very humble.
Wei Cheng returned the favor with his hand, and the middle-aged man was quite flattered.
Aning said: "Uncle Mute, come and try some snake gallbladder."
The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, and Wei Cheng realized that he couldn't speak, but he seemed to be able to hear voices.
I saw him skillfully picking up a white-headed viper and using a small bone knife to pick out the snake's gallbladder. There was not a drop of blood in the whole process, and his technique was clean and neat. It was obvious that he had done this kind of work often.
Aning took the snake gallbladder, handed it to Wei Cheng and said, "Brother Wei, eat it quickly. This is a good thing. Aweng said it can clear the liver and improve eyesight. It also has many magical effects. It is a great tonic."
Wei Cheng took the snake gallbladder. This stuff is of course a good thing. Snake gallbladder is rich in trace elements such as copper, iron, calcium, magnesium, vitamins C, E, etc. They play a role in maintaining hormones in the human body and delaying body aging and other life activities.
plays an important role.
Studies have shown that regular consumption of snake gallbladder can regulate the internal environment of the human body, improve body circulation, enhance immunity, and achieve the purpose of treating external diseases internally. The effect is excellent.
However, as a pharmaceutical graduate, Wei Cheng did not dare to eat snake gall raw. Although the gift from nature is good, it also contains a lot of dangers, such as parasites and various bacilli.
With a thought in mind, Wei Cheng took out a stainless steel flask from his backpack, a palm-sized flask. It contained 52-degree liquor. Although the alcohol concentration was a little lower, the sterilization effect was still a little bit good.
Wei Cheng was so prodigal that he rinsed the snake gallbladder with white wine first, then took a sip of white wine and swallowed the snake gallbladder alive.
When I looked up, I happened to see the dumb uncle looking regretful at the wine spilled on the floor.
Wei Cheng smiled and handed him the wine bottle, indicating that he could drink whatever he wanted.
Aning asked curiously: "Brother Wei, is there wine in this?"
Wei Cheng smiled and nodded.
Aning immediately drooled and said, "It smells so good."
Good guy, Wei Cheng doesn't dare to give her a drink. Minors are prohibited from drinking.
The mute uncle, on the other hand, looked at the wine bottle handed over by Wei Cheng and hesitated. This was the first time he had seen such a beautiful wine bottle.
Wei Cheng said with a smile: "This is a courtesy. I just ate your snake gall. This is a gift in return. If you don't drink it, I can't spit it out."
The dumb uncle showed an awkward smile, and after swallowing his saliva, he couldn't help but take a tentative sip of the wine.
"Wow, ahhh..."
His reaction shocked Wei Cheng and An Ning at the same time. An Ning asked worriedly: "Uncle Mute, are you okay?"
The mute old man's face turned red and he shook his head hurriedly, pointed at the wine bottle, and burst into laughter, saying "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".
Aning seemed to understand what he meant, and turned around and said to Wei Cheng: "Brother Wei, the dumb uncle said that your wine is the best he has ever tasted, and it is better than the wine sold in the wine shops in the city."
Then she couldn't help but lick the corner of her mouth and looked longingly at the wine bottle in the mute uncle's hand.
Wei Cheng said generously: "Since you like it, I'll give you the rest of the wine. I have another bottle here."
When the mute uncle heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand and declined.
At this time, footsteps sounded from behind, and a female voice was heard: "Uncle Mute, Aning, you can eat now."
Wei Cheng looked back and saw a girl with her face covered by a white cloth standing tall and graceful not far away. She was also looking at him timidly. When Wei Cheng looked over, she hurriedly lowered her head.
Aning introduced: "Brother Wei, that is Sister Hao Niang."
Wei Cheng said "Hmm" and looked at Hao Niang. Sure enough, she vaguely saw a slightly darker scar on her face. The location was a little below the left temple, about two fingers long. The white cloth on her face could not completely cover it.
Block.
When Wei Cheng wanted to look again, she had already turned around and left, her back looking slightly bleak. It was obvious that the scars on her face made her feel very inferior.
Aning pulled Mute Bo and Wei Cheng after him. When the three of them arrived at the gathering place, two large earthenware pots were boiling in the bonfire in the middle.
There is a pot of tiger meat soup and a pot of medicinal soup. Zhang Zhongjing is using a wooden pole to stir in the medicinal soup to avoid burning the bottom of the pot.
At this time, the surroundings were full of people. Hao Dadao was discussing something with a few middle-aged people. When he saw Wei Cheng coming, he nodded politely to Wei Cheng, which attracted several other middle-aged people to ask curious questions.
As a guest, Wei Cheng was given a large bowl of broth, with pork ribs and a piece of plump pork belly.
"Ugh~"
It's not that Wei Cheng is rude, but the smell of the tiger broth is too fishy.
It's just that there's no spices visible to the naked eye. The skin of the meat has not been washed yet, and there are still a handful of burnt tiger hairs on the skin.
Just when Wei Cheng felt like he had no idea what to say, there was movement from Aning beside him.
Wei Cheng looked back and saw the little girl secretly taking the jug from the mute uncle's hand, eating a mouthful of meat and drinking a mouthful of wine. She looked so uncomfortable, just like a little drunkard.
The aroma of the wine was rich, especially with the smell of tiger smell. As soon as Aning unscrewed the cap of the bottle, it attracted the attention of more than a dozen people.
Even the mute man who had already taken a sip couldn't help but swallow his saliva at this time. Not to mention the group of men next to him who were already a little bit drunk just by smelling the taste.
Hao Dadao was familiar with An Ning. He curiously looked over and saw the stainless steel wine bottle and asked, "Is this filled with wine?"
Aning was caught secretly drinking. She didn't know whether it was because she was shy or because she was drunk. She secretly raised her head to look at Wei Cheng. She found that Wei Cheng was looking at her, so she returned the wine bottle to the dumb uncle with embarrassment and sipped her small face.
His mouth looked innocent.
Seeing this, everyone knew that the wine pot belonged to Wei Cheng, but why was it given to the mute uncle? Zhang Zhongjing looked at An Ning, shook his head helplessly, and continued to serve the pot of soup with his head lowered.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the dumb uncle hurriedly handed the wine bottle to Hao Dadao. He seemed to have always been humble, not only to Wei Cheng, but also to Hao Dadao with his head lowered and not daring to look directly at him.
Hao Dadao took the wine bottle and looked at the bottle carefully. The stainless steel material shone dazzlingly in the sun, "This is?"
This was a material he had never seen before. As a blacksmith, he could never imagine what kind of forging could make pig iron emit such a dazzling luster.
Wei Cheng was also a little speechless at this time. He almost forgot that the era he was living in was the Three Kingdoms. How could he explain this?
Fortunately.
Hao Dadao looked at the gorgeous clothes on his body, but he didn't ask in detail. Instead, he took it for granted that it was normal for Wei Cheng to be able to produce ironware of such quality.
This is the crushing that exists between classes. It seems that it is normal for aristocratic families to have any treasures.
The men who smelled the aroma of wine were a little moved at first, but when they saw Hao Dadao returning the jug to the dumb uncle, they all stopped thinking. However, two of them glanced at each other intentionally or unintentionally, and then turned their eyes at the same time.
Place it on the wine flask in the dumb uncle's hand.
Although the mute uncle was mute, he still had good eyesight. When he saw the gazes of those two people, his body trembled and he suddenly felt at a loss.
Seeing this, Hao Dadao frowned and said: "Half a catty, eight taels, you two should be honest. Things are no better than before. Don't eat the snake meat that the mute caught and bully him like before."
Little Aning also glared at the two people.
Seeing everyone pointing at them, the two men withdrew from the crowd in embarrassment.
"Brother Wei, don't you want to eat this broth?"
After drinking the two men away, Hao Dadao happened to see Wei Cheng's bowl still full of soup and asked casually.
He felt a little regretful when he asked. Even without asking, he knew how could a young man from a wealthy family be used to the food in the village.
And because they don't dare to go into the city to replenish supplies these days, they don't even have salt for seasoning.
Sure enough, seeing Wei Cheng hemming and hawing and not knowing how to respond to him, Hao Dadao wanted to slap himself in the face, because he was making himself uncomfortable for nothing.
Wei Cheng also felt miserable. He looked at a few children not far away who were crying and felt very uncomfortable. Just now he saw clearly that the children were given only a small piece of meat, and the rest was soup.
, they finished it in two or three bites.
Looking at the large pieces of meat steak in his bowl, Wei Cheng took a deep breath and said as tactfully as possible: "I just ate at the foot of the mountain. I'm not very hungry now, so let's give it to the children."
Several children were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes widened and they looked at their parents expectantly.
Seeing that there was only one piece of meat in the bowl, Wei Cheng was afraid that it would not be enough. He remembered that there were several packages of noodles in his bag and said, "Wait a minute, I'll cook some noodles."
The Weicheng bag contains not only instant noodles and dried noodles, but also many condiments, including a large bag of edible salt.
The earthenware vat was still burning, and there was still some soup base in it. Wei Cheng poured his own broth into it and said, "An Ning, where is the water? Add some for me and heat it up. I'll treat you to something delicious."
When Aning heard that he was going to cook noodles, he couldn't wait for a long time. He looked at his small bowl reluctantly, poured the remaining soup in it, and said: "Brother Wei, wait a minute, get water here."
inconvenient."
The mute boy pulled An Ning and pointed to a thatched hut in the distance.
Aning's eyes lit up and he shouted happily: "That's great. Uncle dumb, hurry up and bring it over. The food cooked by Brother Wei is delicious."
The mute uncle smiled widely and ran towards the thatched house. After a while, he came over with a wooden washbasin.
There was half a basin of water inside, which was poured into the earthenware jar and burned together.
At this time, Wei Cheng put his hand into his backpack, and with a fierce operation, he took out the noodles without packaging, and took out a jar of salt. The seasoning jar was also made of stainless steel. There was a wine flask in front of him, and a mere seasoning jar.
There is nothing to avoid suspicion.
I estimated that I poured half a can of salt into it, and after thinking about it, I took some other seasonings, chicken essence, soup stock, etc., and threw them all in, along with a small piece of hot pot base.
The fire under the urn was very strong, and soon I smelled a strong fragrance, which was a bit similar to the smell in a hot pot restaurant. The fishy smell of tiger meat was finally covered up.
When Wei Cheng saw that the water was boiling, he threw all the noodles in, picked up the wooden stick on the side and stirred slowly to prevent them from sticking to the bottom.
While he was cooking the noodles seriously, he didn't know that the entire Haojia Village was attracted to him. To be precise, the noodle soup he cooked was so fragrant that the tiger meat in their hands was so fragrant.
There is no taste.
"Brother Zhang, what is Mr. Wei cooking? Why is it so fragrant?" Hao Dadao approached Zhang Zhongjing and asked.
Zhang Zhongjing didn’t know either, but thinking of the instant noodles he had eaten at noon, he took it for granted and said: "This thing is called instant noodles. It is a kind of dry food. It is said to be made of wheat. I don’t know much about the details. You should ask Wei Xiaoyou.
."
Hao Dadao couldn't help but swallowed. Damn it, it smelled so good. He had never smelled anything so fragrant in his life.
At this time, Wei Cheng put down the long stick in his hand and said to Aning: "The noodles are familiar, you ask everyone to line up, one bowl per person, there is not much meat in the pot, I have smashed it with a stick, you have to distribute it evenly
."
Aning nodded vigorously and began to greet the adults and children to line up.
The children in the village still listened to her words. They lined up in order from small to large. The child who was greeted held the small bowl full of surprise and took a deep breath, "Wow, it smells so good."
Wei Cheng used long chopsticks made from two branches to serve a bowl of noodles to Zhang Zhongjing and Hao Dadao respectively, and then gave the dumb uncle a bowl, causing the dumb uncle to bend down again to thank him.
Hao Dadao took the noodle, looked at the red oily flowers on it, and smelled it again. He couldn't control his impulse and took a sip.
"It's delicious. It's so delicious. This noodle is extremely smooth and doesn't clog your throat. It must be made from extremely finely ground flour."
To Wei Cheng's surprise, he only took a sip and then controlled the urge to continue sucking. Instead, he shouted to Hao Niang on the side: "Quick, take it to Zhao'er to eat."
Hao Niang looked at the bowl of noodles with a surprised look on her face. Wei Qing saw her swallowing with sharp eyes, then nodded and hurried away with the noodles in hand.
In fact, not only Hao Niang swallowed her saliva, but also the villagers who gathered around her were even more unbearable.
The two men who had just stared at the mute uncle squeezed in again, looked at the broth in their own bowls, and then looked at the noodle soup in the hands of the children, and instantly felt that the broth was no longer fragrant.
But because Hao Dadao was present, the two of them did not dare to mess around. They could only watch helplessly as little Aning distributed the noodles to all the children. Hao Dadao gave the remaining bit of soup base to a few old people to enjoy.