Chapter 25: I hope it is a kind of pain

Chapter twenty-fifth is not a pain
"Can you see what Deng Tuzi looks like?" Chang Ping said with a sneer.
"Deng Tuozi didn't see it, but he saw the tiger clearly. In addition, he also left a bright moon gentleman card.
It's really a world of wind and wind, a Deng Tuozi wearing a Mingyue gentleman card pushed the tiger out of the tank and ran quickly. "
Zhuo Ji said something, and handed the jade piece he picked up to Changping, so as to increase the heart of the enemy, and then proceed to the following words.
Changping took Yu Pei, glanced at him again, smiled again, and returned Yu Pei to Zhuo Ji: "A good piece of jade.
Some time ago, someone masked a beautiful woman, but at first glance no one cares, it becomes true when you come here. "
Zhuo Ji smiled bitterly: "If the" Salt Iron Order "goes into effect, Zhuo Ji has only such a way to go, I hope the business is booming."
Changping smiled and said: "Dr. Zhuo Wang Sun Fubi Wanghou, even if there is no iron ancestor industry, relying on Wan Qingliang fields and 100 mountains under the rule of Zhuo Wang Sun, will Zhuo Ji not eat without a bite?
I heard people say that Lin Qiong of Shu County is half royal, half Zhuo, and the three generations of wealth and wealth are not satisfied yet? "
Zhuo Ji changed color and got up and bowed down: "Please princess pity Zhuo Shi. Today, Zhuo Shi is mostly a child of Jiaoliang, who will only smelt iron in his lifetime. If he had no ancestry, he would immediately feel hungry.
If he can escape the overwhelming worries, Zhuo's willingness is only the princess. "
Changping sighed: "Zhuo Ji, why don't you understand that since my founding, my lord has rested with the people, taking care of the weak, switching on the beams, Chi Shanze's prohibition, to enrich the people.
The family is a welcoming family, a family gathering or more than a thousand people, and it is almost possible to collect and release the people.
Go far to Dori, abandon the tomb, lean on everyone, gather in the deep mountains and poor mountains, or log, or mine gold, or boil salt in the East China Sea.
Has gathered countless goods for centuries, and the more worrying are the geniuses of thousands of servants who waited under the door.
Slightly moved by wind and grass, they gathered in the forest to fight against the imperial court and regarded Wang Fa as nothing.
Only last year, there were 19 cases of mountain servants messing up. How can this be tolerated by His Majesty?
Sang Hongyang's "Salt and Iron Order", one is to raise funds for the Northern Expedition, the other is to calm the domestic disasters, and the third is to control salt and iron for national use.
Such a big deal, who can be shaken? "
Zhuo Ji wept: "Guo Wu Zhuo's way of survival is also."
Changping smiled indifferently, pointing to Lishan Road outside the tent: "The wilders here have hunters outside and inside, and there are beasts inside. However, in the past ten years, there are still endless hunting and killing.
Youdao is a steel knife chopping grass, the grass is still alive, and Zhuo's wealth is more than a hundred years, is it not even the wild people here?
The world's Baiye only bans salt and iron, does Zhuo's ignorance change?
There is a mourning for the superior, it is better to change the course and start again, are you Zhuo Shi ready to let the country tolerate you for thousands of years? "
Zhuo Ji sighed in his heart, and changed from what he used to talk about on weekdays. Instead, he used right words to know that things could not be done.
Changping at this time is Princess Changping, not Changping who can laugh and talk on weekdays.
Said more than nothing, Zhuo Ji resigned.
Yun Lang is also in a bad mood.
Dazai began to burn at night, covered with three layers of fur, and still shouting cold in the dream.
Yun Lang didn't sleep for a night and changed him the ice cloth for a night to cool down, even the underarms, thighs, and the feet were not let go.
It wasn't until the sun rose that Dazai's high fever receded, and the extremely sleepy Yun Lang fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
"Water, water ..."
Hearing Dazai's whisper, Yun Lang jumped up violently, poured a bowl of light salt water in a hurry, and poured Dazai down.
After drinking water, Dazai returned to silence, and gradually snore loudly.
Yun Lang rubbed his eyes and looked at Dazai's old woman's ugly face, whispering: "To live, I promise you, we will fight against Han and Qin together, and we will reproduce the great Qin prosperity ..."
Dazai seemed to hear his words, his breathing became smoother, and his pulse felt more powerful.
Walked out of the stone house, Yun Lang stretched a lazy waist to the Chaoyang, did not sleep all night, his eyes shed tears when he saw the sun.
The tricks of coaxing were all used. Dazai would never wake up again, and Yunlang would be poor.
The people in this era are ill, no matter whether they are officials, dignitaries or civilians, the only way to deal with the patients is one word, that is-carry!
Has passed, everything is fine, can't carry it, so I have to mourn.
Since clarifying this truth in this era, Yun Lang has paid great attention to his food, clothing, housing and transportation.
In case of illness, he doesn't want to be treated too much by Taizai using his method of killing pigs.
In this era of plague, the cold will kill, the heat will kill, the diarrhea will kill, the appendicitis will kill, and the wound inflammation will kill.
In short, sickness is a common word. It can even be said that there are not many young people who have died.
Is regarded by Dazai as a noble style of cleanliness, but for Yunlang it is just a means of self-preservation.
Since there was a herd of deer, Yunlang had some deer milk, which was snatched from under the mouth of those little deer.
These milks are still too much for Yunlang, and Dazai, the old Qin man, simply dismissed such things as milk, thinking that only women and children would eat them.
So Yun Lang put the deer milk in a clean gray earthen jar and let it stand for two days, then it became yogurt.
After making yogurt, he filtered the whey with two layers of silk to make sour cheese.
Waiting for Dazai to rest, Yunlang grilled the cheese slightly on the fire, smeared it with honey, and fed Dazai little by little.
Originally he also made some maltose. Dazai, who has a bad mouth, likes to eat the most. Unfortunately, he is comatose and can't eat.
Eating is an instinct, even if Dazai still does not wake up, his body habits still drive him to swallow ...
Has been three days, Dazai still did not wake up, but fortunately his breath is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that he is constantly recovering.
A person does not dare to get sick, or even if he is sick, there is no way to tell an outsider that there is no difference between being sick and not being sick when everything depends on yourself.
Tigers are very powerful these days, except that they can't help eating a thin deer occasionally, including honey.
The price is that the thin-skinned nose, eyelids and other parts are injured by the sting of the bee and red and swollen for several days.
The creator was Yunlang.
Since then, the tiger has been afraid of seeing flies.
When Dazai woke up, Yun Lang was already dressed up. Yesterday, the emperor's hunting team finally left Lishan and went elsewhere.
At this time, we must go down the mountain to see if the emperor's mausoleum has been violated.
The face of the weak Dazai was pleased, and pointed to his long sword: "Use this one."
Yun Lang said angrily: "Don't you say that is your funerary?"
"You should go down the mountain yesterday, this time of year is the most dangerous."
"Yesterday you didn't wake up yet, I'm gone, the mice can kill you."
"It doesn't matter if I die or not, the tomb is important."
Yun Lang roared and took the tiger away. Before leaving, he let the tiger roar with two throats and scared away all the beasts that might hurt Dazai.
In fact, Yun Lang did nothing in this way, let alone a beast along the way, not even one squirrel.
Walked past the hot spring pond, he stood for a long time, and the image of the beautiful woman bathing that day was rooted in his head, and he could not linger.
This is something that can't be helped. A 13-year-old Xiao Zhengtai didn't have these messy things in his mind.
Now his body is getting younger, but his mind is full of messy things.
This made him very sad when he just started puberty.
Tiger walked all the way, all the way of urine, as long as there are big trees with special characteristics, he will not let go.
Is declaring territory on the one hand, and telling the passing tigress on the one hand that there is a strong male tiger here.
Walked around the tall Qin Mausoleum. The already tall trees on the mausoleum gave the mausoleum a good camouflage.
Those who originally built the tomb only knew an approximate location, and those who built the main tomb had been killed by the first emperor.
The person in charge of burying the first emperor died at the moment when the broken dragon stone fell.
Shen Wei knew that the tomb was there, but they did n’t say it, they did n’t say anything about it. The last person who died was Dazai, and now there is more Yunlang.
All the dead bones of the guardian camp Yunlang have been seen seven or eight times, and there is no fear.
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After pulling the chain, Yun Lang pushed open the stone wall gate, and after drilling in, waited for the gate to close. Before that, he put on a thick silk mask.
After entering, he threw the torch in his hand into a stone trough. Soon, the torch ignited the fat-filled rope in the stone trough, the flame gradually extended forward, and finally shining the empty cave like a day .
Yunlang climbed a tall bronze tripod and filled whale oil into a huge gourd. After ignited, the smoke was very small. Inside the tripod was this thing. There was a layer of water on the whale oil to prevent this thing from hardening.
Every time the chain is pulled, the rope passes through the bottom of the bronze tripod, and the chain on the mountain wall moves, the rope will pass through the whale oil once, and the whale oil is automatically applied for this lighting.
The mechanism is very clever. This bronze whale oil is estimated to last for two hundred years without considering the loss.
When climbing down from the bronze tripod, he accidentally stepped on a skeleton, Yun Lang quickly removed his foot, and sighed to the skeleton with a pair of black-eyed holes: "What are you running around, your body is there?" side."
Finished talking, picked up the skull and placed it on a bone.
Skulls will not run around naturally. There is whale oil here, so there are many mice.
The skull's head was accidentally knocked off by the mouse.
In the sink where the rope is installed, Yun Lang is the least favorite place to see. There are always a lot of dead mice in the sink. When lighting, the mice naturally dare not touch the rope of the fire. When Yun Lang goes out, as long as the moving mechanism is included, the rope It will sink into the water, the water is poisonous, and the rats who want to eat the fat on the rope will be poisoned in the sink.