Jiang Heng continued to see the Lin Hu people, and he has been seeing more than half of them. This afternoon, when he was cleaning up a patient, Lang Huang walked in and knelt beside him.
Jiang Heng said softly: "I can't save this brother, the medicinal materials are not enough, let's see his fortune."
The patient went out to investigate information a month ago. He was shot by the patrolling Yong Jun. He did not dare to escape back to Wuming Village. He was afraid that he would be a drag on the clan. He hid outside for nearly 20 days before staggering back. Over time, the injury has become more serious, and the injury is in the abdomen, and there will be no more days to live.
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"It's okay," Lang Huang said lightly, "It's hard for you, just rest first."
Jiang Heng said: "But I can let him ease a little pain during this period of time."
Lang Huang said, "You have seen more dead people than me, so you must know what to do."
Jiang Heng prepared a good medicine and applied it for him. In the last days, he mainly focused on pain relief. Then he turned his head and glanced at Lang Huang, raised his eyebrows, is something wrong
"No." Lang Huang said, "They reported that your uncle went out."
Jiang Heng said: "I asked him to buy medicinal materials and food, and the medicinal materials are running out."
Lang Huang nodded and said, "I know you won't hurt us. No one will help you, so I'm here. After watching him, take a break. You haven't had a rest since you came here. It's been ten days."
Jiang Heng stretched and thought about it, Lang Huang said again, "Don't be in a hurry at this time."
Jiang Heng and Jie Gui lived in a cave every day, and the Lin Hu people gave up the best cave and made a bed for them with hay to protect him from the damp water vapor. Lang Huang took him to his residence again, started a fire, and cooked ginger soup for him to drink.
It was always raining, and after a while, Jiang Heng was a little upset, and his mood was like a dark cloud.
Lang Huang poured out the ginger soup, made a gesture, and said, "Drink it."
Jiang Heng was very concerned, and glanced at the simple house where Lang Huang lived, with the back of the mountain fortress. There was a wooden pillar enshrined in it. On the wooden pillar was a flying deer with wings on its back.
Under the totem, three daggers, each nailed with a human-shaped wood sculpture.
"What is that?" Jiang Heng said, "Are you shamanistic spells?"
"The one in the middle is Juicong," Lang Huang followed Jiang Heng's eyes and said, "The one on the left is Juicy, and the one on the right is Juicy."
Jiang Heng felt a strange feeling in his heart when he saw his brother being nailed by witchcraft, but he didn't care much. After all, Geng Shu was alive and well, and nothing happened because of the witchcraft.
It's just... how to resolve this hatred that will almost never be resolved, it's really hard. Jiang Heng wrote many letters during his travels and returned to Yancheng, but he did not have any solution for the Lin Hu people.
"What are you going to do in the future?" Jiang Heng asked Lang Huang, "Will you live here forever?"
Lang Huang said: "No, of course not. My father died, many of the clan were killed, and the rest were captured. I am going to rescue them."
Jiang Heng said, "However, the Yong people will still come."
"Well," Lang Huang said, "you're right, you can't escape wherever you go."
Jiang Heng said: "If you can succeed, you can cross the Great Wall and go to the south."
"I won't go." Lang Huang replied, "We stay in our homeland, stay at home, this is our place, just like fish can only live in lakes, leaving Donglan Mountain, no matter where we go, it doesn't count really alive."
Jiang Heng thought about it and said, "Fish can also live in the sea."
"It's different," Lang Huang said to Jiang Heng after drinking a little ginger soup, "We are not fish in the sea, that is another kind."
Lang Huang spoke Chinese with an unobvious clumsiness, like two children talking, Jiang Heng looked at him and laughed at each other.
"This is the book you wrote." Lang Huang brought Jiang Heng's booklet and flipped through it with interest, looking at Jiang Heng's travel records.
Jiang Heng said: "It doesn't count, just memorized some customs along the way. Do you know the characters?"
Lang Huang said, "Amu had taught me before, and I can understand it. How would you write about us?"
"I don't know." Jiang Heng said in confusion, how would he describe the Lin Hu people? How to write this letter? How to go back to the court in Luoyan City and get justice for them
Every wounded person is a living person. They have a family, a life, their parents, and their wives and children. They have names of one kind or another, some are called Dao, some are called Feng, some are called Feiye, some are called Qingshi, some are called Heiying... Their wives are called Bishui, they are called Chuxue, and their children have their names. They inherited their surnames from their ancestors, just like inheriting this land, and the Yong people rode high-headed horses, dressed in cold light iron armor, and chased from the outside of the mountain to the foot of the mountain with a hundred-smelting steel knife.
An arrow flew, followed by screams and blood splashes, and another.
They fell one by one on the road of Juicong's domination of the world, and those names disappeared lightly, turned into snowflakes, and disappeared into the earth.
Just like the 100,000 people buried under the soil in Lingshan Canyon.
"You just write, Wuluo Houhuang," Lang Huang thought for a while, and said, "In a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, in order to save the clan, he took the last warriors and attacked the city of Shanyin, and was captured by the Yong people. Execute, it's over."
Jiang Heng was silent for a long time, then simply said: "This is not a good way, Huang."
Lang Huang said, "I know."
Jiang Heng said, "Is there no other way?"
"I don't know." Lang Huang said again.
Jiang Heng: "Maybe I can help you rescue the Linhu people scattered in the six cities."
Lang Huang: "No, thank you, you have done enough, you are a doctor, not a soldier."
Jiang Heng: "...Listen to me, Huang. But this move will definitely offend Juicong. He will send an army to conquer you again. At that time, everyone will die."
"Rescue them, where are you taking them to hide?" Jiang Heng thought for a while and said, "You can't hide, unless you go south, you can't go anywhere. But you won't go, you can't protect Lin Hu, and then In ten or twenty years, they will be integrated into the Yong Kingdom, and there will be no such name in the world."
Lang Huang obviously understood better than anyone else, nodded, and his expression was obvious: So what
Jiang Heng didn't say any more, and suddenly said, "What's that person's name?"
Lang Huang: "Who?"
Jiang Heng: "The patient just now."
"Yes," said Lang Huang, "the 'rock' in Linhu language."
Jiang Heng: "What about his family?"
"I was taken away." Lang Huang said.
Jiang Heng: "Does he have a story? I guess he must have many stories."
"Yes." Lang Huang nodded and said, "He is an excellent hunter. He has a harmonious family since he was a child. He likes to collect cattle bones, make bone carvings, and give them to children to play. He got married at the age of seventeen and had a A son and a daughter, his wife is a famous spinning girl, the cloth woven, dyed lake blue, is like the starry sky we look up at at night."
Jiang Heng said, "Then what did he gain in exchange for his death?"
Lang Huang stopped talking.
Jiang Heng: "His wife and children are imprisoned in Shanyin City, or some other place. In a few months, maybe a few years, you will save them, save all the Linhu people, but there is nothing you can do, you If you die, you will. The Yong people will gather them and let them go to the sandbar to see you get cracked by a car."
"At that time," Jiang Heng said, "his wife and children will know that they are dead. Will she obey the arrangement and marry the Yongren? Maybe? Will she forget? No. She will be forever. will not forget."
Lang Huang said: "You know the Lin Hu people very well, we have a song."
"I've heard it before." Jiang Heng said, "'I would like to listen to whoever sings the song of sorrow and joy; I can tell who guards the gate of life and death.' This burden is too heavy. The Linhu people have to walk, it is bound to be a difficult road."
"Otherwise?" Lang Huang said, "Is there any way to change it?"
"Reconcile," Jiang Heng said, "reconcile with humiliation, endure and admit the humiliation, and bow to Juicong."
He knew that Lang Huang's next sentence must be for him to get out, so he got up and left consciously.
What he wanted was not to convince Lang Huang, but to tell him that he still had another way to go—from the moment Yong Guo moved to the Great Wall, this conflict became inevitable. Sooner or later, they will come to snatch the Linhu people's homes and drive them out.
No one will tell Lang Huang that he still has this choice. After all, in his world, they are all clansmen. They hold hatred the same way. Until they die, no one will propose peace to Lang Huang, not even thinking about it. would think.
Jiang Heng pounded the medicine in a trance and sat on the ground beside the other patient, thinking about the future of the Lin Hu people.
But even if Lang Huang is willing to reconcile, it still depends on Juicong's meaning. Juicong's decision is not entirely his own, and mixed with the opinions of the court and the ministers. It's really hard to convince them.
Another two days passed. Jiang Heng finished reading all the seriously injured patients. He tried his best to save every life. The rain has also stopped. In another month, Saibei will begin to fall into autumn, and then will enter a five-month winter.
At this time, Luoyancheng should have already started to harvest the wheat. I don't know what Geng Shu is doing
In less than three days this time, Jie Gui came back with two carts of supplies.
"So soon?" Jiang Heng asked in surprise. According to his estimation, it would take at least six or seven days to go back and forth.
Jie Gui said casually, "I was afraid that you would be bullied in the mountains, so I rushed back."
Jiang Hengla drove on the tarpaulin and looked at the goods, mainly for food. When the Lin Hu people saw the supplies, they politely did not surround them, knowing that this was not what they wanted.
These days, Jiang Heng has been respected in the territory of the Linhu people, no longer like when he first arrived.
Jiang Heng saw Yong Jun's fire stamp on a sack of grain, and suddenly raised his head to look at Jie Gui, his heart was clear.
"Have you met someone from the army?" Jiang Heng said.
Jie Gui: "Hmm."
Jie Gui has the waist badge of the third rank of the imperial family. He is the military attache of the East Palace. He can mobilize the army at any time. It is common to borrow a few carts of supplies. Jiang Heng looked at him for a while, thinking that with his skills, he shouldn't be followed.
"You shouldn't be like this." Jiang Heng said.
Jie Gui said: "It will take six days to go back and forth to Shanyin. I can't wait. You seem very unhappy?"
"Yes." Jiang Heng said stiffly, but he didn't get angry at Jie Gui, he sat back in front of the cave and treated the lightly ill patients who were queuing up.
Once the critically ill patients who need care are resolved, the rest will soon be cured. During the days of waiting, many of them have recovered. Jiang Heng expects that all of them will be cured in five days.
In his spare time, he wrote down a simple prescription and left it to Lang Huang along with the rest of the medicinal materials and materials.
"You're angry at me." Jie Gui said to Jiang Heng, curled up in the cave, with his hands outstretched and on fire.
"Yes," Jiang Heng said coldly, "you will make them very dangerous. When we leave, Yong Jun will definitely come over."
Jie Gui said: "You are from the Central Plains now, not from Linhu. Soon you will become a Yong person."
Jiang Heng said: "I am neither from Yong, nor from the Central Plains. I am from the world."
Jie Gui was silent for a long time and said, "If Juicong finds out about this matter, you will not have a better life in the days to come."
Jiang Heng replied: "When I came to Luoyan City, I was ready for a difficult life." He was angry not because of Jie Gui's negligence, but because Jie Gui didn't understand him, and until now, he still treats Lin with juice. The massacres carried out by the Hu people are taken for granted.
"You can't save them," Jie Gui said. "Even if you cure them now, you'll just let them die."
Jiang Heng stopped talking and said, "Sleep, leave here early the day after tomorrow, tomorrow | Chao Lang Huang bids farewell, and tells them that they must move out as soon as possible. The location of the village is exposed, and I am afraid that Yong Jun will come over sooner or later."
Jie Gui replied: "Let's go."
Jiang Heng said, "Which one have you encountered? Who is the defender?"
Jie Gui replied, "I don't know, I didn't ask carefully."
Jiang Heng turned over and faced the stone wall of the cave. Jie Gui's shadow was reflected in the cave. Not long after, it started to rain outside again, and the sound of rain continued.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Heng suddenly opened his eyes.
"Jie Gui?" Jiang Heng said solemnly.
Jie Gui tied Jiang Heng's hands with a rope, sat in a relaxed manner, and said, "Huh?"
Jiang Heng's whole body's blood was about to coagulate, and he said in a trembling voice, "Jie Gui!"
The sound of an eagle roared from outside the cave, and Jiang Heng was completely awake in an instant, and roared, "Jie Gui! What did you do?!"
It only took Yong Jun two days to approach the entire Wuming Village, along the four sides of the mountain, forming a flanking trend and blocking the only exit of the village.
Jie Gui said, "Wait here for a while."
"Let me out!" Jiang Heng roared.
Jie Gui said, "There's a war going on outside, so be obedient."
Outside the cave, Lang Huang's voice began to shout, assembling the troops of the Lin Hu people and hurriedly confronted them. They had no leather armor or war horses, so they could only use their naked bodies to resist with bows and arrows. The Yong army had already set up a battle outside the village, and the result was obvious, another massacre was a foregone conclusion.