Xiang Dejin said, "Now, after the battle between the new army and the false emperor's Hexi army at Fengjiabao, they have captured the castle and are guarding the pass. However, the heavy snow has blocked the road, so both sides have withdrawn their troops and will wait for the snow to melt before heading north..."
Upon hearing the familiar name "Feng Family Fortress" again, Jiang Zhi's heart raced. Suppressing her excitement, she calmly asked, "Is that fortress difficult to attack? I'm afraid quite a few people have died there!"
She is now a peasant woman, still living in the mountains, and can't say much.
The contents of the book also became blurred because I became a part of it; the original owner did not die but lost the God's perspective.
Xiang Dejin received the news from the county government's official gazette: "That battle was indeed dangerous. It was only because General Chu had someone infiltrate the fortress two months in advance that the fortress gates were opened with the help of both inside and outside forces. As for how many people died..."
At this point, Xiang Dejin frowned, a hint of fear and anxiety in his eyes. His lips twitched, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Sigh! Things on the battlefield..."
He was wounded on the battlefield.
Arrows rained down, and the battle cries shook the heavens. Watching my comrades fall, I was filled with fervor and felt no fear.
You only have one life.
After escaping death and recuperating on the mountain, watching the clouds and mist swirl around him every day and seeing the vibrant colors of the mountains, he longed for a more peaceful life.
In the Battle of Fengjiabao, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and the residents of the fortress, being in the center of the battlefield, suffered even more casualties.
Even if they weren't deliberately slaughtered, they were lucky to survive the damage from the stray arrows and flames alone.
Jiang Zhi didn't ask any further questions about who was injured, as Xiang Dejin certainly didn't know.
Moreover, the growth path of male protagonists in male-oriented novels is never easy. They face trials of blood and fire, possess the resilience of cockroaches, and even when constantly injured, they always manage to stay alive on the brink of death.
If Nie Fantian wants to reach the top, he must truly struggle against death. But... who will replace Xiaoman this time?
After mentioning Fengjiabao, Dejin continued, "This war has been going on for a year. If we are to establish a dynasty, it will inevitably take a long time, and the new army is running out of food."
"King Zhou said that the people in the rear were suffering from the war and urged them to quickly resume farming and sowing. The grain tax would be collected and paid at 10% of the original amount."
Little Man was overjoyed: "From now on, we only need to pay 10% tax? There won't be any tax officials coming to seize our grain?"
Xiang Dejin paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Old man, from now on we will be tax officials. Magistrate Zhang is considerate of the people and said he would not increase taxes."
Grandpa Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as the people can live peacefully, paying an extra 10% in taxes is acceptable."
The common people's wishes are so simple and unpretentious. As long as they have enough to eat and use, they can accept paying more.
Jiang Zhi understood that when warlords vied for supremacy, the common people suffered.
No matter when the war takes place, it's always about money and logistics; whoever has the bigger resources can raise their fist.
The fact that the new army is now fighting on and off clearly indicates that they want to negotiate. Both sides are weighing their options and preparing for the next round.
After telling Dejin about the war, he said he also wanted some herbs.
Jiang Zhi then led him to the cliff to retrieve the medicine.
But when they reached the attic where the medicine was kept, Xiang Dejin said, "Auntie, I don't want the herbs. Do you still have the anti-inflammatory medicine you gave us last time?"
Jiang Zhi asked in surprise, "I gave you sixty pills, how come you've finished them all now? Is someone sick?"
Actually, five tablets each time, three times a day, sixty tablets are only enough for one course of treatment, but Jiang Zhi did not expect to use them so quickly.
Xiang Dejin said, "During the recent rainy and snowy weather, Magistrate Zhang led us to the countryside to supervise the farmers' farming."
He's from the north and isn't used to our climate and water. He caught a chill on the way and developed a fever, sore throat, and cough. Since it wasn't convenient to brew medicine in the village, I took out the pills and gave them to Magistrate Zhang.
Jiang Zhi sighed inwardly. Zhang Zheng was not from Ba County. He was unaccustomed to the local environment when he first arrived. He met Xu Errui because of a stomachache.
He couldn't stand the damp winter weather here, but Zhang Zheng's acceptance of the pills was still unexpected.
"What did Magistrate Zhang say when he received the pills? How did you feel after taking them? Were they effective?" Jiang Zhi knew they would be effective.
These herbs all grow naturally, and the people here have never eaten the periodic table of elements. They are sensitive to the effects of the herbs, but they still have the habit of asking questions.
Xiang Dejin nodded: "Magistrate Zhang had a fever at night and had no medicine on hand, so he could only have someone make ginger and perilla soup to dispel the cold."
The fever has subsided, but the cough has worsened. Magistrate Zhang said he was originally a strong person, with external cold and internal heat... I don't understand any of that, I only know that his throat is so swollen that he can hardly drink water, so I tried giving him the medicine, and it really worked!
"When Magistrate Zhang asked what kind of medicine the pills were, I told him that they were made from herbs that you found yourself."
After asking the questions, Magistrate Zhang said no more. He took the pills for three days and felt much better by the time he returned to the county office. He then prescribed his own medicine, and by the time I left, Magistrate Zhang was completely recovered.
Jiang Zhi nodded. Zhang Zheng had previously mentioned that he had some knowledge of pharmacology.
It's not uncommon for scholars to be well-read and knowledgeable about medicine, yin and yang, and the eight trigrams.
Zhang Zhongjing, the medical sage of the Eastern Han Dynasty, was also the governor of Changsha. He wrote the medical masterpiece "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", and was most skilled in dealing with epidemics. He was highly valued under Liu Bei's rule, but unfortunately his tenure was short and he is rarely recorded in the historical records of Shu.
It's just that Xiang Dejin doesn't understand medicine, so it's a wonder he remembered the symptom of external cold and internal heat.
Only when a person harmonizes with the yin and yang energies of heaven and earth can their inner and outer states flow smoothly, free from illness and disease.
The local environment nurtures its people, and so do the local medicinal herbs.
The climate in Bavaria County is unique, and the diseases there have regional characteristics.
Cold, dampness, and heat are the basic characteristics of diseases in Ba County. Cold and dampness are mixed together, and dampness and heat are intertwined. No matter how the symptoms change, the underlying principle remains the same.
The most common ailment every winter and spring is "cold enveloping heat," characterized by chills, dry cough, and yellow phlegm. In such cases, it is necessary to first use perilla leaves to relieve the exterior symptoms, followed by clearing heat.
This is why radishes are needed to cleanse the stomach and intestines when one is sick in winter; the saying "to repel external enemies, one must first secure internal stability" applies here as well.
Acute mumps was also a major highlight after the start of the spring semester.
In every classroom, there was a student whose chin was covered with a smelly, slippery, black ichthammol ointment...
Since Xiang Dejin needed medicine, Jiang Zhi gave him some. These herbs were always kept at home, and she could make dozens of pills in one night. She still had the extra pills from last time.
Seeing Jiang Zhi generously take out the medicine, Xiang Dejin didn't rush to accept it. Instead, he smiled and took out two strings of copper coins from his pocket: "These two thousand coins are for the medicine, Auntie, please accept them first!"
Jiang Zhi refused: "You've already sent plenty of grain and sugar; these medicines aren't worth this much money."
Xiang Dejin told her to accept the money first, saying that there is a folk custom that "if you don't give someone medicine, it won't be effective," so she should always give some money.
If I get sick in the future, I can ask for medicine again.
Since that's the case, Jiang Zhi had no choice but to accept it.
What followed truly surprised Jiang Zhi: "The magistrate said that since you can make such convenient pills, why don't you make more so that the villagers can benefit from them?"
What's the meaning?
What does Magistrate Zhang want to make medicine to give to the villagers?
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