Although Meng Xinghe didn't pay much attention to raising horses, he would go to the stables twice a day to carefully check whether each horse was normal. When he went to feed the fodder this morning, the horses were still alive and kicking. Especially that Heifeng almost raised his hoof and kicked Meng Xinghe. This made Meng Xinghe tie him to the stone pillar of the stable and decided to go on a hunger strike as a punishment. Now I heard this bad guy News. Meng Xinghe ran to the school ground in a hurry. From a distance, he saw the doctor in the medical room leading a medicine boy. He stood in front of the dead horses and kept sighing. It was as if he was helpless when his life suddenly fell.
Pushing aside some scholars who were watching the excitement, Meng Xinghe walked to the horses that were already lying on the ground. He looked at the animals that were still alive and kicking before. They were all kicking their legs weakly. After a while, they died. Meng Xinghe immediately He ran to the stables to see if there was anything wrong with the black wind that he had abused before.
As expected, Heifeng also fell to the ground. He saw Meng Xinghe barging in. His stubborn wildness made him vigorously dig his hooves when he saw a stranger, making a rustling sound on the ground.
He was alive and saved. Meng Xinghe shouted hysterically: "There is still one alive here. Doctor, come here quickly." He was afraid that the doctor wouldn't hear. He ran over like crazy and stood outside the stable. From the beginning until now, he has not done anything to rescue these horses. The doctor pulled him in and came to Heifeng's side.
"That's it. Heifeng. He's a very good horse. Doctor, you have to save it no matter what." Heifeng no longer had the strength to kick. Meng Xinghe squatted down and patted its head constantly for fear. If it sleeps like this, it will never wake up.
The doctor looked at Heifeng's eyes and touched its nose. Then he shook his head and said, "Crazy horse disease cannot be cured. It is dying. Master, you should stay away from it. This disease can be transmitted to people." You are also suffering from Crazy Horse Disease. It’s the same way. You will die very quickly.”
The doctor said and quickly exited the stable. The scholars watching the excitement in the distance also dispersed at this moment, fearing that they might be infected by Crazy Horse Disease and risk their lives.
"They are all a bunch of fucking quacks who are greedy for life and afraid of death." Meng Xinghe roared at the top of his voice. He kept slapping Heifeng on the head. Seeing that Heifeng was about to die, another person rushed in from the stable. At this time, he could. Accompanying Meng Xinghe, in the stable where his life could be lost at any time, I am afraid that the only one who is as cold as ice but has a sharp mouth and a soft heart is Du Fuzi.
Du Fuzi ran in carrying a bamboo box. When she left, the horses were still running around like crazy. Now they were lying on the ground for most of them dead. Du Fuzi immediately squatted on the ground and saw that Hei Feng was already dying. .She immediately took out a sharp knife from the box.
"Meng Xinghe, hold down Heifeng and make him not move." The master's tone was commanding. He had already made a cut below Heifeng's head and in the front of his neck. Suddenly, a stream of thick black blood seemed to have been stirred. Like paste, it came out of the mouth. At this time, Heifeng also used his last strength to struggle to death.
Meng Xinghe did not dare to slack off at all. He held Heifeng's body tightly and no matter how he struggled, he ensured that the blood in the wound would flow out without being affected.
When the black sticky blood drained out and red blood began to appear, the master took out a bottle of gray powdered herbal medicine from the box. He poured it into his mouth, chewed it hard a few times, and then spit it on his hand. .Smear the wound on the front of Heifeng’s neck.
"Okay, you can let go. If this earthly method works, Heifeng can stand up in just one stick of incense. Otherwise, no one can save it." The master, with some herbal powder in the corner of his mouth, applied it to Meng Xinghe. A smile, no matter how beautiful the face is, is not half as good as the wife when she is serious about her work. At this time, her beauty has been ignored. Instead, it is the kind of very small love that shapes her like a Bodhisattva who rescues the suffering in the temple. Great compassion.
The master came to the horses that were still alive and ordered Meng Xinghe to hold the horses' heads. She repeated the same action. It wasn't until all the horses that could be rescued on the school field were treated that the master breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what the image was, the master breathed a sigh of relief. . Just sit next to Meng Xinghe. Rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.
During the long wait for a stick of incense, there was no usual bickering between them. They were all sitting back to back in a surprisingly quiet manner on the bare campus. They looked at the corpse-strewn field in front of them, each sighing with emotion. Fan.
"Thank you, Mr. Du." It's hard to imagine how surprised Miss Du was when these three words came out of Meng Xinghe's mouth. She secretly rejoiced, but still said coldly: "No need."
Meng Xinghe did not argue with her. Instead, he stood up and walked to Hei Feng. Hei Feng no longer scratched him as brutally as before. He stood up unsteadily and rubbed against Meng Xinghe's body docilely a few times. .As if thanking him. At this moment, Meng Xinghe suddenly felt that what the old man said was indeed true. Horses are like people. They will treat you how you treat them.
Other horses that had been rescued on the school field also stood up one after another. However, most of the horses still died of this unknown disease. Looking at the cold horse corpses on the field, Meng Xinghe felt uncomfortable. It's like seeing your best friends and brothers lying in front of you. But you can never wake them up.
Sitting on the stone trough in front of the stable, he buried his head deeply between his legs. His eyebrows were silent. The master also came over and sat next to him. He comforted him and said, "I am lucky to be able to save even half of it. I'm lucky." Not satisfied."
"What I want is no less than one." Meng Xinghe's voice was a little low. If he had stayed in the stable for a little longer, he might have been able to save more horses.
"Okay. Look at you like that..." The master gave him a push and said, "Go to Grandpa Wei's hut and take out the riding whip. There is a section of grassland behind the school field that he cultivated himself. These horses have to be driven. Go out for a run and you will recover faster."
Meng Xinghe was a complete horse fanatic. He ran back to the hay shed and took out the dusty riding whip and said, "How to drive? I don't know how."
The master shook his head and sighed bitterly. He took the riding whip and cracked it on the ground a few times. The horses that had just regained their energy immediately came together neatly and ran towards the place where the master was driving.
Meng Xinghe followed the master. Seeing her skillful horse driving skills, he couldn't help but curiously said: "Master, these horse driving skills are also learned from that old man Wei." Knowing that the old man's surname was Wei, Meng Xinghe called him old man Wei. And Only then did he guess that the maneuver in Miss Du's hand was probably taught to her by Old Man Wei.
However, Meng Xinghe guessed wrong this time. Miss Du really wanted to whip him and said: "With all my superficial skills, I can be Grandpa Wei's apprentice. You are the only person with such a thick skin that I know of Grandpa Wei." The first disciple. He never accepts disciples. I don’t know how he fell in love with you."
Meng Xinghe scratched his hair: "Because I'm handsome."
"Fuck you." The master whipped the ground in front of Meng Xinghe like a horse. He smiled and said, "Is there anyone as narcissistic as you?"
Meng Xinghe doesn't care about whether she is handsome or not. Isn't it obvious? Although it is not a pretty face with red lips and white teeth, this face will definitely not be the kind of face that people will forget after seeing it. "That's right. Master Du, where did you learn the method of curing black wind? Can you teach me? You are smart and a good scholar. You are not ashamed to ask. You are Master. You should not hide it."
"Teach you." The master looked at Meng Xinghe deeply, very doubtful of his words. He had never heard that the scholar wanted to learn the skills of raising and treating horses. The master's reaction to Meng Xinghe could only be described as surprise. "You I really want to learn.”
Meng Xinghe nodded. He really wanted to learn.
"That's no problem. Next time the army sets out. If you are not afraid of death, just follow us outside the Great Wall. I also learned a little bit from seeing those nomadic Turks respond to this sudden situation like this. You are so smart, you will definitely learn better than me. Even better. It will be a blessing to my army of the Tang Dynasty." He was afraid that Meng Xinghe would be angered to death. Master Du even had a slightly praising tone. Meng Xinghe's eyes darkened, and he almost booed and cursed.
"The frontier is suffering. My body can't stand running around for days." Meng Xinghe shied away. It was just a dream to let him go to the frontier to fight. Even if he could grab gold there, he wouldn't go. It was simply not a place for people. Maybe he will be buried in the desert that day. Who will take care of the beautiful wives at home? Could it be that they are all dreaming of lust and looking forward to being in boudoir?
I feel sick just thinking about it. Meng Xinghe said firmly: "Then I won't learn anymore."
His face turned ugly very quickly. The master gritted his teeth and said, "You have no spine."
Meng Xinghe did not argue with her. Instead, he asked: "What does backbone mean? It means you would rather die standing than live on your knees. What does backbone mean? Or does it mean to charge ahead with a big knife and scream to kill the enemy and serve the country? It means making a heroic sacrifice. My understanding of backbone is different from that of Master. In my eyes, backbone means that when a person is kneeling, his waist is still straight."
"It's ridiculous." The master sneered: "Kneel on the ground. You don't have the guts to say anything. It's pure nonsense. It's a strong argument."
Now it was Meng Xinghe's turn to shake his head in confusion. He said, "Miss Du, may I ask if your father has ever knelt before?"
Miss Du was about to say firmly no. But then she thought that in the temple, even if his father was a minister, he would still treat the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty as a monarch and a minister. But who dares to say that Du Ruhui's spine is crooked. He has no spine. .
Meng Xinghe knew that Miss Du was the kind of person who would know as soon as she was reminded. He did not argue with her. As he walked, he said: "The head can be broken and the blood can flow. That is not called backbone. The spine is not bent. You will always be a man. Even if He has cried, laughed, knelt, and died. He can stare up at the sky and step down on the loess. Of course, there is a handle in the middle."