Mountains and seas can be flat

Fang Zheng’s daily worries, besides guiding Yang Lun, is the prototype of the miraculous “guerrilla warfare” (Suo Lan is very interested in this and has a strong comprehension ability, but his subordinates are not very cooperative and are still in the process of running in), and the other he focuses on The problem is the plague of the Badian refugees.

Although Qinglongling has Bingyi to purify the water, the disease can still spread through the air.Before, Qinglongling shrunk its defensive circle and relied on its favorable location to hide in the volcanic valley, so that outsiders could not find it.Some of the Chinese people who went out to inquire about the news came back sick.Although they were cured in the clan, other people were infected after a few days.

Fang Zheng just came back and found a few elders and star priests to study Xiezhi.But they can't stay long because there are still many patients to take care of.

They all put the patients in "hospitals" in volcanic ash caves, which is equivalent to isolation.The air in Qinglongling is also surprisingly clean. I don’t know if it’s because of the presence of mythical beasts, even the air has a kind of “antibacterial” consciousness.There is no large-scale infection.The elders and star priests tested many medicinal materials, and found a few flavors that were quite symptomatic.

After Fang Zheng knew this situation, he quickly checked the contacts and set up preventive measures at the entry and exit gates.Those who go out to inquire about news and return to Qinglongling need to be isolated regardless of whether they have symptoms of infection.

At the same time, Fang Zheng also ordered that intelligence personnel not be allowed to go further south, and warning signs were set up beside prominent passages.He often uses the white mist to observe the movement in the distance and grasp the situation in real time.

Fang Zheng asked the elders what kind of medicinal materials they can suppress, mainly coriander and rhizome.

Coriander is a herb with slight toxicity. The green leaves are slightly bitter and can be found everywhere.But Migu is a kind of black bark, and its quantity is very small, and it is only produced in a certain "Swagger Mountain" in the south.The medicinal herbs of the elders were exchanged before, and they could not be replenished if they could not go out, and they were almost exhausted.The number of infected people must be controlled and cannot increase.There is no spare energy to save the people outside.

Fang Zheng came to discuss the matter with Zifeng, and asked him to fly to the "Swagger Mountain" to bring back some bark of Migraine.Zifeng complied and flew back half a day later.He directly violently pulled out a tree, dug a big hole in Qinglongling Highland simply and rudely, and planted the mystic tree.

Although the five-color soil has been completely absorbed by the three trees, the large amount of soil on the island in the center of the lake is still somewhat contaminated with "spiritual energy" after being conserved by the three trees.Grab a handful or two and bury it under the Migu tree. Even if it won't grow slowly, at least it can live a healthy life.

"There are a lot of trees on Zhaoyao Mountain, so it's not a big problem to move one tree. It saves us from having to cut it when we don't have enough, which is troublesome." Zifeng said.

Fang Zheng couldn't laugh or cry, and had to admit that this was solved beautifully.Since there is this method.Fang Zheng added a simple way to get rid of the epidemic behind the warning sign on the avenue - coriander grass that is everywhere, and the way to find the migraine tree in Zhaoyao Mountain.When the fleeing Badian slaves saw it, they would spread the news one by one.

Princess Badian originally sent her confidants to build momentum in advance, and publicized in Badian that "the savior is coming".In the end, no one paid any attention to them, they spread word of mouth about the life-saving herbs of Zhaoyao Mountain, and they all flocked to the mountain to pick bark and soak grass roots.Many people were really cured.It is one thing for medicinal materials to be symptomatic, but "giving people hope" is a better medicine.They heard that Fang Zheng, a Chinese ethnic group, was in charge.Although Fang Zheng's previous methods of attacking Badian were fierce, his anger was directed at Wang Ting.Some of the Badian slaves hated the royal court even more, and it was unnecessary to hurt Chiyu.Without Fang Zheng, they would also be eaten by the giant pythons in Xiuling City as rations, and both left and right would die.

Now they are cured, and they are very happy.After recovering from illness, many people want to come to Qinglongling.Fang Zheng did not give permission for the time being. The first is that there is still an incubation period for observation after recovery.The second is that the resources of Qinglongling cannot be occupied.

Fang Zheng persuaded them to go to the upper reaches of the northwest mountain of Badian.At that time, the waterway of Emperor Chongyu was excavated.It has never been valued by the royal court, because the terrain is not suitable for raising giant pythons.But for people, the ecological conditions are actually quite livable.The border with Zujiang can also borrow the help of the big lynx.

Fang Zheng taught these people his experience and knowledge when he was in charge of the Yellow River in Yanglun Siping, and asked them to dig up mud and rocks, dredge the river, control floods, and drive these people to build their own homes.

The epidemiologists who follow Princess Badian are also capable of analyzing the cure, but now they can't go south, and they are harassed by Solan's guerrillas every day and have a nervous breakdown.They often slept until midnight, when they were attacked by small-scale raids, and sometimes some frogs and weasels were thrown into the camp.When they went to chase, people had already run away; some patrolling people were stripped of their armor and weapons, tied to trees and screaming.

A low-level flying badger soldier described how he was attacked after being unhitched from a tree.He couldn't see who did it, but as the enemy cleaned up the loot and left, he heard the raiders split into two groups, arguing with each other.

"We will never lose to this woman next time!" Several mighty warriors screamed in anger.

When Suo Lan led those warriors who were prejudiced against her, she used the aggressive method, which was a routine she had tried time and again. "If you don't want to accept me, it's very simple, then win me! The tactical goal has never been achieved before me, and the Fang patriarch has entrusted you. Is this the ability of Chinese warriors?"

The low-level badger soldier who was tied to the tree was full of question marks, but he quickly passed out.He was not killed in the end, or the enemy may have deliberately left him to pass on the message.

When Princess Badian heard the report, her expression became colder and colder: "She turned her back quickly. Who did she show her affection for at the beginning?"

They once turned against each other because of Xia Zhongkang.Now no matter what the reason is, in fact, they have all abandoned Xia Zhongkang, but they are even more incompatible with each other.Sure enough, hate lasts longer than love.

Fang Zheng watched with great interest in the white mist those red-faced and thick-necked copper-toothed and Jiuli warriors. They competed with Solan in groups, and they never won. The pride of the big men was rubbed against the ground.When it comes to killing people quickly with a knife in hand, the brute force of a man is dominant.But the guiding line given by Fang Zheng is not hard work, but guerrilla harassment, and the most precise strike at the smallest cost.Solan formulated specific tactical goals, how much goods to loot, how many outposts to get rid of, and after quantification, it was carried out in a competitive mode, fighting against enemies and teammates.

That's how she stood out from the armored army step by step at the beginning, and won the respect and love of those warriors.Now it's just doing what I did ten years ago again, and I'm familiar with the road.

Princess Badian has been blocked for half a month, and she can't beat her as fast as she can, and she can't walk anymore.The landform cannot attract big snakes.In fact, this is one of the reasons why Fang Zheng stopped her.If they return to the damp and gloomy southern forest, and recruit some big pythons that have been dormant for a long time and are hungry, it will be geographically threatening again.It would be nice to kill her.But Princess Badian is heavily guarded, and her brothers who know the tricks of snake witches also have a set.For the few warriors who stayed there, it was not easy to succeed, so they adopted guerrilla tactics.

Fang Zheng relies on the white mist to observe the situation in the distance every day, and holds meetings in many places.The result is that every day he is overworked.These fatigues will not be released slowly, but will be released suddenly when they accumulate to a high level after he stops observing the white mist.The degree is completely unpredictable: for example, one day he doesn't need much talk and brains, and he can even go to the fields after the end.But one day when he encountered a difficult problem and had to think, connect and solve it, he passed out directly on the table after the end.

Fang Zheng's unstable physical condition can make Zifeng very anxious.Zifeng is in charge of punishment, and any criminals will be executed.But he kept guarding Fang Zheng every step of the way.The execution time was set at once every ten days, and Bai Renzhi beat him urgently and heavily every time.He also compressed the time for those people to tell him little secrets to half a water hour (one hour) a day.Stay with Fang Zheng at other times.

Every day when Fangzheng is the director, Zifeng is around to take care of him.Fang Zheng often neglects to eat and drink, and Zifeng has already skillfully fed him.Zifeng will do his best to think of solutions to the problems of the Chinese people. He doesn't want Fang Zheng to be so tired.But a lot of waste was waiting to be done, and Fang Zheng would still faint from the exhaustion of the white mist every few days, and Zifeng immediately gave him a massage to heal the aftermath and get rid of fatigue.

Zifeng felt sorry for Fang Zheng, so he went to find the elders and star worshippers, gathered a few herbal medicines that can improve the spirit and nourish the blood, and asked the old people to make some non-damaging tonic pills for Fang Zheng.After Fang Zheng took it, his symptoms were relieved, but the medicinal materials contained ginseng root, wolfberry and other warming tonics. When Fang Zheng recovered, he was prone to nosebleeds.One day, when Fangzheng was resting at night, he had a nosebleed and just got out of bed to clean up.Zifeng moved away from the limestone and drilled in.

Zifeng still slept next door to him, and the limestone doorway he broke off on the wall was not going to be repaired.Fang Zheng was usually very tired, and Zifeng didn't dare to disturb him.Seeing Fang Zheng's face covered in blood, he was shocked.Quickly wipe him off with grass blades. "Do you want some vegetable leaf soup?" Zifeng remembered that there was a dish that tasted very sweet, which could neutralize the effect of getting angry.

"No need. It's late at night. Don't bother." After cleaning up, Fang Zheng fell back on the bed again. Seeing Zifeng wanted to linger but didn't dare to stay longer, he couldn't help laughing, beckoning: "Xiao Feng."

Zifeng's eyes lit up and he rushed over, rubbing against Fang Zheng's arms, "Brother Zheng, I'm afraid you're too tired."

Fang Zheng felt the warmth that surrounded his arms heavily, and the feathers covered all the light in front of him.I just felt very at ease and comfortable, and couldn't help saying: "Don't move, give me a hug for a while."

Zifeng was surprised but delighted: "I can stay still all night!"

After a while, Fang Zheng complained: "You really don't move, it's so heavy..."

Why does brother Zheng have a sense of disgust in his words, obviously he won't let him move.Just as Zifeng was about to feel wronged, he propped up half of his body, but suddenly he froze again.

"Brother Zheng..."

Fang Zheng thought he would get angry again and get a nosebleed, but it was embarrassing that it changed direction.Fang Zheng's scalp was a little numb, "You'd better not move..."

Zifeng couldn't help it, so he had to stick down on Fang Zheng's body again, obediently being a warm pillow like a charcoal fire.

Zifeng's throat tightened, he found that since Sanzhushu grew up.When I occasionally come to coquettishly hug Fang Zheng and share the bed, Fang Zheng will not be so nervous.Sometimes I even like to fall asleep with my arms around him, as if to gain a certain sense of security under the wings.He really wanted to...but he was afraid that he would lose control if he liked Brother Zheng too much.Now Fang Zheng can't have a day of leisure.What if he delays his meeting tomorrow?

Once again, Zifeng thought melancholy, why he couldn't go back to the cabin in Shoutong Mountain, there were only him and Brother Zheng in the world.There are a few leopards, it is perfect.

Because Fang Zheng took some tonics every day, he had a herbal fragrance on his body.Zifeng leaned into his neck and shoulders to sniff deeply, and murmured: "Brother Zheng, you smell so good."

Fang Zheng couldn't smell it himself, "Don't you think it's strange? A big man's body is fragrant."

"It's not surprising." Zifeng showed his canine teeth and gently rubbed against his neck, "I really want...to take a bite here."

Fang Zheng smiled: "Childish."

Zifeng was confident and naive, and really bit his neck, then kissed it lightly.I felt that Fang Zheng's whole body was relaxed, and he sank deeper and deeper into the bed.The mattress was made by Fang Zheng picking wild cotton, Zifeng likes to sleep here, it is as soft as Brother Zheng's body.

He asked hoarsely in the dark, "Can you?"

Fang Zheng was noncommittal, did not agree, did not refuse, and silently pushed the fader symbolically.But the light and fluttering strength is not distracting at all.

"I'll be gentle and slow..." A voice promised in the dark.

Fang Zheng turned his head and buried it under his hair, closing his eyes tightly. "...and very light."

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the next day.

Fang Zheng's so-called "privileges" among the Chinese people are that he doesn't have to cook three meals a day, has a housekeeper to sweep the dust in the room, and several samurai guards outside his living room.If you compare it with the royal courts of the other four realms, it can be said that it is extremely clean and frugal.

Usually, Fang Zheng got up very early, chatted with the warriors outside the door, and wandered around to have a look, the so-called "observe the people's sentiments".

But the person who came out of the leader's room today was the envoy of God.Feather was still stuck when going out, and the wings were too big to go out sideways.

"Get some water." The God Envoy told them very familiarly.

The warriors handed him a pottery pot of clear water.Zifeng drank half a sip, and then started ordering people to do things again, "Get some wild gooseberry juice and add it in."

Shanxi is an ancient pear, and there are many such fruits in Qinglongling.Sweet and juicy.The warriors hurriedly mixed the pear juice according to the instructions of the angel.Zifeng didn't drink, he closed the door and brought it in.

The inner room where Fang Zheng rests has to go through two wooden corridors behind the administrative living room, and Zifeng goes all the way into the inner room.Come to Fang Zheng's bed.Fang Zheng leaned lazily on the head of the bed, his eyes were red, although he woke up, he didn't get up.Zifeng sat on the edge of the bed and fed him pear water.Fang Zheng lowered his eyes and swallowed to relieve the burning hoarseness in his throat, "I asked someone to do it? Where did I learn the tricks?"

"Brother Zheng, when I was studying herbal medicine at the Ten Witches, they would order the slaves to make ten kinds of fruit juice early in the morning, and choose one to drink every day. Shanxi juice is the best, and it can also moisten the throat."

Fang Zheng immediately said indifferently: "Don't ask them to do such things in the future. My warriors are not slaves."

Zifeng still struggled to understand, "...but they are brother Zheng's guards. Isn't there someone who cooks for brother Zheng?"

Fang Zhengdao: "Three meals are paid for by hire, and the remuneration is deducted from the handling fee of the Economic Bureau. This is called administrative expenses."

Zifeng was still dumbfounded, and the key point continued to be wrong: "Does that mean that we won't be able to drink wild gooseberry juice in the future? I want brother Zheng to taste it."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "It's fine if you make it for me to drink."

Zifeng's eyes were still confused: "But I don't want to receive any administrative expenses."

Fang Zheng smiled: "Then I won't send it to you."

Zifeng thought about it, his expression gradually became strange, and he suddenly realized, "So I am brother Zheng's slave?"

Fang Zheng choked and almost spat out old blood.He also heard Zifeng think quickly, "Brother Zheng, that Ji came to clean your administrative residence every six days and didn't get paid. Is she also your slave?"

Fang Zheng coughed again and again, "Xiaofeng, that's not what slaves mean. Slaves are forced to work without reward. You and Ji Liu were not forced by me."

Only this time did Zifeng understand, and his eyes lit up: "It's because he likes Brother Zheng that he is willing to do things for Brother Zheng." He was a little upset again, "She can't like Brother Zheng."

Fang Zheng said warmly: "What other people think is other people's business. You can't stop it."

Zifeng resented, and comforted himself in a low voice: "Anyway, brother Zheng is only mine." The pear juice was sweet and refreshing.

...It is surprisingly similar to the history of being slapped in the face by myself in the first book:

A month ago: About 200 chapters were completed.

One month later: (kneeling with puffs) This talkative woman really can't finish writing.