Vol 4 Chapter 25: Respect for the elderly

Compassion and compassion are the emotions that normal people will have. However, long-distance trek is full of dangers. Even some practitioners will always pay attention to their physical strength and spirit. No one wants to make extra-budgets and add more burdens to themselves.
Looking at Zhang Yi and going to take care of the old man, most people in the caravan did not feel admired and ashamed, but instead showed a look of disapproval or sarcasm.
Because they can all see that this old man is not just heatstroke or eating unclean food and causing such vomiting, but the body of the old man is too weak.
The body is too weak, and this will happen repeatedly in the next long journey, and it may even be on the way to death.
As long as you start to take care of you, it is naturally impossible to let go of it in the future. Taking care of this old man will become a matter of his own.
The most important thing is that the old man’s temper is still very weird. It is very likely that the Yan dynasty soldiers who were captured and detained in the battle with Daqin in the early years and forced to do many years of hard labor, in the words of the caravan The people in the family are extremely disrespectful, and they often rely on the old and the old, which is very unpleasant.
Zhang Yi did not have any extra thoughts. If the elderly are unwell and need care, he will naturally be able to reach out and help him. This is as easy for him to eat as he is hungry and to drink water as much as he is thirsty.
He did not reveal any unpleasant color because of the smell, and wiped the vomit that was contaminated on the chest of the old man with great care.
I drank a few mouthfuls of warm water. This man was wearing a gray robe, his face was dry and his hair was dry. It seemed that the old man with some dead grass on his head could breathe normally, and he gasped. However, the water twitched in the belly and between the chest. However, it was another trouble, not to mention that Zhang Yi was helping him to wipe, and directly vomited again and again.
With Zhang Yi’s cultivation at this time, even if the old man is a practitioner of the same level, he stabbed a sword at this time. Even if the two were so close, he was able to respond in time, but he was helping one hand. The old man’s back, because he was afraid that the action was too intense, caused the old man to fall from immediately, so he just closed his hand and turned his body slightly, so that his sleeve and body robes were splashed. The vomit of the elderly.
Even so, Zhang Yi’s heart has no disgusting emotions.
What he didn't think of was that the old man was angry and looked at the water bladder in his hand. He screamed with a clear accent. "I am so sad in my stomach, you still feed me water. Are you swearing that I am not enough?"
Hearing the anger of the old man, the caravans around him who had already avoided it were all frowning. I thought that this old man was totally unclear.
Zhang Yi was also awkward, but there was no anger. Instead, she slightly apologized and said softly: "The vomiting is too powerful and it is easy to lose water. In this sweltering heat, the body is more vulnerable."
The old man was retching a few more times, and the voices in the abdomen and throat made the people who were quietly looking around and feeling the road feel a little uncomfortable. However, the old man sneered again, using a very unclear words: "If this is the case, you should find me herbal water or light salt water. Why is this cold and not hot water!"
The tone of the old man made many people around him angry. However, Zhang Yi was born without any angry emotions. He groaned and said: "Husband is right."
"I will clean you first, then I will help you flush the salt water."
He said this sentence apologetically, and then helped the old man to wipe the robe and the saddle under him.
Looking at Zhang Yi’s attitude, the old man’s face is slightly stiff. However, his physical discomfort is that he does not have any good mood. He makes a meaningless and ambiguous voice from his throat. He turns his head and does not look at Zhang Yi. .
The Qin people, especially the Qin people in the Guanzhong and Changling areas, are soft and not hard. They have little ability to tolerate those who are not used to it. Looking at the reaction of the old man, Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the caravan, a four More than ten years old, the body is solid, the hair is cut very short, and a man with a scar on his left cheek suddenly has a slight squint and sneer. He said: "It’s good or bad, so do it, why bother him, is this? In the past few decades, we have fewer Yan people killed by the Qin people?"
I heard this saying that the old man with a dull eyelid was suddenly angry because of his physical weakness. He said: "You have collected my money. Are you Qin people who are not faithful?"
Luo Zhongjing looked directly at the old man and sneered: "I need to return the money to you now, will you leave it here?"
The old man looked white and couldn't speak for a while.
Zhang Yi smiled a bit at Luo Zhongjing and whispered: "After all, the old man is respectful."
Luo Zhongjing sneered: "I think it is old and disrespectful."
Zhang Yi opened his mouth and wanted to say something more. The caravan leader turned his head very simply. The voice was cold and cold: "I just waited for a meeting, my husband is very human, I am naturally respectful, I also want to rely on it." The strength of the husband is only that this person has insults to me in the words of Daqin. Now, regardless of whether it is good or bad, I am really difficult to be a master. If the husband reads him to be old, he wants to take more care, then everything about him will be We have nothing to do."
Zhang Yi’s heart was bitter, and the old man’s face was grayer, but he couldn’t bear it. He just hesitated and nodded.
Luo Zhongjing’s look no longer has any obvious changes. It is only intentionally or unintentionally that the distance between him and the rest of the caravan and the old man is farther away.
Seeing that the rest of the caravan was naturally separated, the arrogant arrogance of the old man who was born in Yandi disappeared a lot, and it seemed even more suffocating. It was only between the eyes, and Zhang Yi, who was always on his side, looked at her eyes. It is always indifferent and unhappy.
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The twilight grew thicker and the line of sight gradually became blocked. Under the leadership of the experienced caravan leader, the caravan camped on a gentle and buried the stove for cooking.
Knowing that the caravans had already rejected the old man in their hearts, Zhang Yi set up a tent at a few feet away from the outermost position of the caravan, and took some mosquito-repellent herbs around him, scattered outside the account.
Looking at Zhang Yi’s care for the elderly in this Yandi, most of the caravans could not understand. However, based on the awe of a practitioner, after the meal was cooked, someone sent two copies to Zhang Yi’s camp. prior to.
The food on the way to the caravan is naturally very simple. The staple food is only the dried sweet potato, and the leeks are some meat dumplings cooked with dried meat and wild vegetables.
"I want to drink meat soup, not potato."
Looking at the food that was sent to the front, the Yandi old man who had been resting for a long time showed a hegemonic and unreasonable side. He directly pulled a food box full of meat soup, and then poured another meat soup into it. In the food box in his hand, he drank himself.
Zhang Yi's first brow wrinkled, but not angry, just worried: "Your spleen and stomach is very weak, you can only eat less, so eating meat is not good."
The Yandi old man did not seem to hear Zhang Yi’s words at all. After drinking all the meat soup in his food box, he turned and chilled: "You are Qin, I am a Yan, why do you want Do you help me? Who knows what your heart is... But no matter what you think, I advise you to rest in peace. I don’t have any extra money, just thinking about dying and dying in my homeland, just follow you Qin. The man’s caravan is guilty.

"Husband is misunderstood." Zhang Yi looked at the indifferent old man, and sincerely said: "Respecting the old and respecting the old is just the duty."
"There is no free meal in the world."
The old man sneered and said: "Since you say that respecting the old is your duty, then I am very uncomfortable now. I want to have hot water to take a shower. I think they are a little afraid of you. I think you will It is a rare practitioner. It is not impossible to get some hot water to make a bath. You should also understand that in my physical condition, there is no hot water bath, I am afraid that it will produce poisonous sores. It is inevitable to die on this way.

Zhang Yi glanced at the old man and was not angry, but he felt that the old man said it was a fact.
He looked around and looked around, then nodded and said: "So please ask my husband for a while."
"What is he going to do?"
The caravan was puzzled and looked at Zhang Yi, who was busy.
They saw Zhang Yi borrowed the iron pot from the horse to cook the soup and began to boil water. Then he went to a hard rock on the and began to move the sword.
Between the Jianguang flashes, large chunks of stones fly.
After the water in the wok boils, Zhang Yi first pours the filtered cold water into the dug stone pit, and then pours hot water.
After trying the water temperature, he went to the old man.
At this time, all the caravans finally reacted, spent so much effort, and even used the precious real yuan for the practitioners, actually to serve the old man to bathe.
"Is there a problem with his brain?"
Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the caravan, couldn’t help but screamed out.
Chapter 25: Respecting the Old:
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