Be a sick and weak noble son in Daqin

In the Zhuangzi not far from Liyang City, the horses that had been frozen in the mountains for several days finally had a place to stay. When they arrived at the stables, they began to graze on grass, and Ren Xiaojia refused to look up no matter how hard he brushed.

In the courtyard on the other side, Young Master Qian asked his followers to go out to see the situation in the village, while he and the Qingrun boy he picked up talked around the bag of sweet potatoes.

I haven't seen this thing before, but the taste is really good, just a little bit less.

"Xiao Jia and I are only two people. Even if the carriage is full, how many things can we bring?" Wei Ji felt a headache from the cold wind, leaned against the shelter for a while, and then said listlessly, "If you still want If so, you can leave a few pieces to plant next spring."

"Let's not talk about these things first, let's get a doctor to come over and have a look." Gong Ziqian waved his hand indifferently, and asked people to invite the old doctor from the village, and then urged the sick young man Hurry into the house.

Just by looking at his appearance, he knew that the child was not strong, and he didn't know how many days he had been nesting in the cave, so it was strange that he didn't get sick.

Wei Ji didn't shirk it either, although he was very proficient in the art of Qihuang, but now there is a shortage of medicinal materials, it is more convenient for him to have a disease doctor than to ask Xiaojia to collect medicinal materials.

This village is the private property of Gong Ziqian, and it is taken care of by farmers on weekdays. The land is not fertile, but it can feed two or three hundred people. Sweet potatoes are very nourishing and have a high yield. Although it is not good to eat too much, the people of Qin are poor. should be useful.

The old disease doctor quickly came over with the medicine bag, and was a little surprised when he saw a peaceful young man in the room. Young Master Qian had just heard Wei Ji say that sweet potatoes can be eaten raw, and he was eating them vigorously at the moment. Immediately without moving, his eyes widened and he said angrily, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go to the doctor quickly?"

The old disease doctor hurriedly confessed, seeing the young man consciously handed over his wrist, he pinched his beard and began to feel his pulse, "The pulse condition is floating and tight, shortness of breath, and the lung meridian is cold, which is a symptom of wind-cold."

The young man was wrapped in fox fur, showing a small face with a sick look. He only showed a soft smile after hearing his diagnosis, "There is a doctor for labor and disease."

"Drinking medicine can relieve the condition, the most important thing is to rest more." The old disease doctor backed away a little flattered, bowed to the two people in the room, and went down to grab the medicine. He couldn't help wondering where their young master found such a handsome young man. The body is weaker.

Wei Ji coughed in a low voice, and said softly after the itchiness in his throat subsided, "If you're not in a hurry, find a warm and ventilated place, add some water and put the sweet potatoes in, and new shoots will grow in a few days. Just find a place and plant it directly.”

Young Master Qian looked at the sweet potato with only a few mouthfuls left in his hand, and then looked at the noble young man who was weak in writing and could not understand common affairs, touched his head and sat on the collapsed floor, and said in a puzzled way, "The things in the Central Plains It’s not easy to grow in Qin, this sweet potato tastes good and there are many ways to eat it, only the nobles of the family can afford it.”

The state of Qin is so poor that he doesn't even have a carp with fine noodles, let alone the expensive food in the Shandong countries. It's normal for him not to have seen it.

Wei Ji nestled on the bed, looked at the strong son Qian and said weakly, "You can try it, what if one comes out?"

"Why does it sound so wrong?" Zhao Qian rolled up his sleeves and stood up, looked at the drowsy half-grown boy and nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you, what if something comes out?"

He always felt that there was something in this kid's words. This thing was big enough to satisfy his mother's fullness. If he really didn't need fertile land and could just find a place to grow it, it would be able to give Qin people a variety of food.

But if there is such a good thing, will those countries in the Central Plains plant it themselves?

Prince Qian, who doesn't like to use his brain very much except for fighting, was a little confused and wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he turned around, the little guy had already closed his eyes, so he had no choice but to go out with a cloth bag.

Forget it, anyway, just find a place to put it for four or five days, at worst he will come back in a few days.

Xiaojia put the horse in place and ran back happily, just in time to see the son of Qin who took them in talking to the farmer next to him, and left a piece of sweet potato at the end. He couldn't understand what they were doing, so he shook his head and went back to the house to find his son.

Although they are all sons, the sons of Qin are not as good as their sons, and they are inferior in all aspects.

The young man with all his thoughts on his face happily jumped into the house, seeing that their son was not in good spirits and had fallen asleep, he quickly covered his mouth, walked around and began to tidy up the house lightly.

This courtyard should not have been lived in for a long time, and they can't ask for so much because of borrowing it now. Fortunately, he is hardworking and capable, so even here he can let the young master live comfortably.

Gongziqian asked the farmers in the village to take care of the two boys who had been picked up. He didn't wait for the little ancestor in the house to wake up until the entourage came back and was about to leave. Seeing that it was still early, he simply called Xiaojia to light a bonfire outside to keep warm.

"Master, do you want to roast sweet potatoes?" Xiaojia looked at the burning fire with bright eyes, touched his stomach and found that he was hungry again. He only ate a few mouthfuls of sweet potatoes in the morning and was busy. It was already empty.

"Good boy, why don't you ask for food without further ado?" Young Master Qian scolded with a smile, hid the remaining sweet potatoes in his cloth pocket and asked people to prepare wheat rice and bitter vegetable soup, "I only have such a little left, If you want to eat, take your own."

"Eat whatever you want, I can feed myself well." Xiao Jia blinked her eyes, her well-behaved appearance was completely different from the sharp-edged kid when they first met.

His young master's supernatural powers cannot be known to others, it is a secret between the two of them, I am afraid that even the emperor does not know, he is the most trusted personal guard of the young master, and he will definitely not hinder the young master.

I want to find out the identity of the young master from him, but I don't want to see who Xiao Jia is, does he seem to be such a gullible person?

Young master Qianda Ma Jindao sat on the stone pier, looking at this clever boy who pretended not to understand what he said, his face was full of depression. The little ancestor in the room only signed up from the beginning without giving his surname. Now look at this kid The reaction, presumably was intentional concealment of identity.

Just hide it, what kind of trouble can happen in his territory?

If you have the guts to run abroad, you know how to be vigilant now. Fortunately, most of the Qin people are kind people and have no bad intentions. If bandits really come, can they run with just these little arms and legs?

There are many gentlemen in the Wei Kingdom, and the people of the country are well-known for being rich and polite. It is estimated that there are many aristocratic families that can cultivate such young people. Anyway, if a family loses children, the family is anxious. , do you know martial arts?"

"Of course!" The young man who was picking up the wheat rice put down his bowl and chopsticks, raised his head proudly, "I'm a guard, how can I be a guard if I don't know martial arts?"

Choking in panic after eating too much, Xiao Jia turned his gaze to the bitter vegetable soup next to him, took a big gulp without saying a word, then vomited or not, and finally swallowed with a twisted face.

Ouch, it's too bad to drink!

"Just you, still the guard?" Zhao Qian looked him up and down several times, couldn't help but slapped his thigh and laughed, "I can hit ten, no, twenty like you!"

Xiao Deck looked over with a straight face, and silently said many times in his heart, "This is the son of Qin, you can't contradict him, you can't contradict him, you can't contradict him", and then he hummed and continued to eat with the big bowl.

There are still twenty more, why don't you go to heaven?

"Stop laughing, stop laughing, let's talk about business." The young man is very angry, so don't get angry, "Xiaojia, your master is sick, and the old doctor lives nearby. If you have anything to do, go directly to him. Just ask if you need something, and return it when you get home."

Qin Guoqiong, his eldest son is also poor, judging by the clothes and conversation of these two boys, they must have a lot of money. If this is the case, they can't eat and drink for free with him, can they?

Xiaojia:? ? ?

"So stingy?" Xiao Jia opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him, snorted, then patted the dust off his body and replied calmly, "Don't worry, Eldest Young Master, we can afford it."

Young Master Qian hit the kid on the shoulder with his fist, "If you're so big, why don't you add..."

"Farewell!" Xiao Jia rubbed his shoulders and quickly stopped the man from talking, "Let's talk about these things after the master wakes up. Xiao Jia's status is low, so I don't dare to talk about it with you in private."

You can give what should be given, and don't try to take advantage of them if you shouldn't. Whose money is blown by the wind?

"You are clever." Gong Ziqian also took a bowl of bitter vegetable soup, drank it in twos and then smiled, "The medicine is frying next door, someone will call you when it is ready, I have something to do when I go back to the city, you are here Just stay at ease."

Xiao Jia clapped her hands, then stood up and saluted quickly, "Thank you for taking me in, Eldest Young Master, please go slowly, Eldest Young Master."

"Okay, let's go back." Young Master Qian got up and extinguished the fire, and looked at the boy who was saluting him in a serious manner and replied loudly, and asked the attendants waiting at the side to pack up, and quickly left Zhuangzi with the sweet potatoes.

They walked fast, just in time to give mother a taste of this new thing before dark.

Listening to the sound of horseshoes, Xiao Jia ran away, touched his nose, and wanted to go to the farmer next door to see how their young master's medicine was cooking, but suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask which neighbor was next door.

Forget it, let's wait for the medicine to be cooked and send it over.

The sky was clear and clear, a few chickens and ducks gathered in the puddle not far away, and insects chirped from time to time in the grass, which was very melodious and pleasant to hear.

Wei Ji hadn't seen the bed for a few days. Although it was a bit hard, it was more comfortable than a cave. At 01:30, he just wanted to rest for a while, but he didn't expect the sun to be westward when he woke up.

The room was quiet and there was no sound, the quilt on his body was probably covered by Xiao Jia when he came in, the sunset shone in through the window, it was so warm that one wanted to sleep again.

It seems that he has not enjoyed such a comfortable time for a long time.

Wei Ji stared at the roof with a blank mind, and he got up lazily after a while, when Xiaojia heard the movement inside, he put down his work and ran in, "My lord is awake, don't get up in a hurry, I'm going to get some hot water."

"Xiao Jia, come back." Wei Ji lifted the quilt and got off the bed, took a look outside and then said slowly, "Are there only two of us left?"

"There are only the two of us in this yard. Young Master Qian said before leaving that the nearby farmers will take care of them." Xiaojia brought in hot water, soaked the veil and handed it over, "I thought the people of Qin and Di There is no difference between Yi and Yi, now it seems that Gong Ziqian should be a good person."

Wei Ji cleaned himself up unhurriedly, threw the handkerchief into the basin and asked, "What does it mean to be a good person?"

"He said that we can live here, but after we return to the state of Wei, we have to pay him expenses, including but not limited to food, drink, clothing and housing. How can a stingy Bara look like a prince of a country?" Qian is most likely teasing him, but he still has to sue.

Hearing Xiao Jia's complaint, Wei Ji confirmed that Young Master Qian had no ill intentions towards them, so he said with a smile, "So we live here this winter, do you have any objections?"

"I still have some opinions." Xiaojia sat on the threshold with her face on her face, looked at their son and said solemnly, "Qin's bitter vegetable soup is really unpalatable for wives and wives!"

The author has something to say: Xiaojia: Bitter Vegetable Soup!Super hard to drink! ! !

Zhao Qian: Still think it tastes bad?I just kicked up! ! !