Warriors

Zhao Zhou saw farmers coming and going in the villages and towns, old people enjoying the shade under the trees, or children playing in the village.

just.

Zhao Zhou looked around and saw that the town was farther away, and found that there was a dense forest two miles away from the town.

Ordinarily, there are jackals, tigers and leopards inside, and the residents of the village and town should not settle here, otherwise their lives will be in danger at any time.

"This place is too close to the mountains, and the residents of the village seem to have never practiced martial arts. Is there something wrong?"

Before coming to the village.

Zhao Zhou put away his fists, and saw that the residents had the strength to hold hoes or buckets of [-] catties, but they stretched their muscles and bones at will, unlike people who practice martial arts, it is difficult to deal with those wild animals that are naturally hunting .

"Brother Zhao, you don't know about this."

When the scribe heard the question, he talked eloquently, motioning Zhao Zhou to talk while walking.

"Although the town is surrounded by mountains and fields, the soil outside the town is soft, and there is a river in front of the forest, which can irrigate the farmland. At present, there is no mouthful, and this place is unique. Not only the farmland has a good harvest, but also the fish in the water Can be arrested. How can the villagers in the village and town easily give up and leave?"

He said, shaking his head and shaking his head, as if he knew the place very well, "Especially Xiaopei's warriors and hunters will often come here to hunt in the forest, stay in the town at sunset, or settle here, set up a family and start a business, and clear the surrounding forests The jackals in the middle of the town are more stable. How could you leave here?"

"So that's how it is." Listening to his words, Zhao Zhou also saw that there were one or two strong men carrying hares and pheasants, carrying bows and knives, coming out of the forest and heading towards the village. Come here, knowing that what the scribes said is true.

"also."

The scribe still had something to say, and pointed to the mountain half a mile away, "This place is covered by dangerous peaks, unless the yellow scarf bandits attack from the other side around the mountain forest. Otherwise, Xuzhou will not be broken, Xiaopei will be safe, and this town will be safe. Here , except that this town is not surrounded by mountains, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, can it be called a paradise?"

After saying that, he smiled, and without waiting for Zhao Zhou's answer, he led the way and walked towards a large yard built with grass and trees.

"It's really a good place..." After listening to the scribe's explanation, Zhao Zhou's eyes lit up and he felt that this is indeed a good place to practice martial arts, and then followed the scribe to the front courtyard to see how he settled here.

"My good friend is the mayor of this town, who is in charge of the affairs of the village. If he wants to live here, he needs to visit him once or twice. Otherwise, if everyone can settle down, the town has long been in chaos." The scribe whispered, waiting Walking to the door, let a strong man standing outside the courtyard inform the owner of the courtyard.

But ten interest time.

As the strong man entered the house, the owner of the courtyard did not see him, and a loud laugh came first.

"Wang Qi, Wang Bowei, you've kept me waiting for a long time! I thought something happened to you on the way, and in two days, I'm planning to let my good boys pick you up!"

The words fall.

A vigorous old man strode out, stepped forward and hugged the scribe, the two laughed again, talking about how they hadn't seen each other for several years, and so on.

"Brother Li!"

It was also the end of reminiscing about the old days. The scholar who brought Zhao Zhou, that is, a young man surnamed Wang and named Bowei, hugged the old man and introduced him to Zhao Zhou.

They greeted each other again.

Wait until these chores are over.

The old man also arranged a house for Zhao Zhou, and prepared some straw mat tables and chairs, while the scribe lived in the old man's large courtyard.

things fall.

The old man invited Zhao Zhou and the two to dinner again, but Zhao Zhou refused, and they had a few drinks together.

The time also came to around three or four in the afternoon.

"I have found a place to live here, and the rest is to practice martial arts."

Zhao Zhou was full of food and drink, and walked around the village and town, practicing strength, and looking at what the small vendors were selling.

Really don't say it.

When he turned to the exit of another village on the mountain, he took a quick look and found that there were quite a few aged Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and other medicines outside the village, all of which were just dug out from the mountain by farmers or hunters.

"Ten years of wild ginseng, someone's family is suffering from wind and cold. My husband said that it can drive away the cold. I have drank it before, and it works!" One of the vendors is a hunter in the village, with a big bow on his back and a waist Holding a blood-stained long knife, but with a simple and honest look on his face, it seems that this ginseng is not a murderer, but a real dig.

In particular, ginseng was not considered a precious medicine during the Three Kingdoms period.It was also recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica by Li Shizhen in the Ming Dynasty, and it was gradually introduced as a good medicine by later generations, and it began to be excavated and given as gifts.

It's just that in the late Han Dynasty, this ginseng is not well-known at all, and not many people know how to use it.

Orion didn't plan to sell it for money, but saw him familiar on the way to hunt, and remembered that he had taken it under the guidance of the village doctor. Knowing that it could cure wind and cold, he dug it up and prepared to give it to those in need in the village to drive it away. Cold soup to drink.

"This wild ginseng is really good!"

At a glance, Zhao Zhou also saw that this [-]-year-old ginseng has full roots and a fat and round body. Compared with the [-]-year-old 'thin' ginseng in the late Qing Dynasty, it is a sky and a ground!

"this...."

It was also Zhao Zhou who was thinking about buying it. When he was about to ask the price, his lungs itch suddenly, his throat dried up, and then he stopped and walked quickly towards the room the old man had arranged for him.

Tread-

Waited until the house.

Zhao Zhou stretched out his hand and "clicked" to close the door, bowed his waist and pricked his horse, gave a low drink like "clumsy", and suddenly coughed up a trace of light white sputum with a smell of medicine.

It's not that he was poisoned by the two old men in the food.

It's this world, where the oxygen content is high and the air is humid. Zhao Zhou practices boxing in this world, just like living in a mountain and soaking in hot springs every day. The pores and muscles all over his body are being washed by "spiritual energy" all the time. , and then get rid of the 'toxin' of the original world.

This is the same as some big bosses in the real world, why they are rushing to live in the countryside with fresh air, because they want to take care of their bodies so that they can enjoy themselves again.

After all, the quality of the oxygen inhaled is high, and the blood containing oxygen is also "assimilated" or "purified" again.

The blood then flows through the whole body through the heart, and what is washed away is the brain, heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, which are in charge of the organs and tissues of the whole body.

As a result, Zhao Zhou was like a winter snake shedding its skin, fleshy skin, lungs, stomach and liver, as if it had been "refurbished", and the toxins were constantly being excreted.

However, in the past seven days, he has not produced any "dirt" in the novel. Instead, he has excreted several times and coughed up more than a few phlegm in his lungs. These are all poisonous residues that have been eliminated by the respiratory tract, blood, spleen, kidney and intestines. Or the 'blood poison' accumulated for a long time.

now.

After these seven days, he felt that ever since he came to this world, he felt as if he dropped a heavy schoolbag when he returned home from school when he was a child.

"If you stay in this world for a few years, you'll probably have a lot of strength, not to mention the blessings of various medicines... It's just that it's late today, so wait until tomorrow to see what herbs are in the mountains, or buy them from the nearby villagers Some...see if there are any medicines that are more than ten years old...."

Looking forward to it, Zhao Zhou cleaned up the sputum in the house, and he didn't want to waste time. He set up his fists and kicks in the house, pushed his hands and strode forward, and began to hone his strength.

Chapter 11 Half a year, medical sage Zhang Zhongjing!

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Streams and rivers, blue waves are clear.

By a river not far from the village, women are washing clothes, old men are fishing, young men are fishing, and some children are picking up stones a little further away and stacking them up for play.