The person who came to meet Sun Wen was Bai Ning.
Although Bai Ning was a warrior recommended by Wei Ci, he started accumulating military exploits from the bottom of the barracks, and now he is also in the fore.
He can be appointed as the person who takes over Sun Wen, which shows that Jiang Pengji still trusts him.
"military adviser"
Bai Ning waited here every day, and today finally saw a figure appear on the horizon in the distance, and his nerves immediately became tense.
When the people approached, the scout confirmed that the person who came was Sun Wen's men, and hurriedly brought people forward.
Sun Wen's complexion was a little pale, and his forehead was sweating. Seeing Bai Ning, he felt a little relieved.
"Where is the lord now?"
Sun Wen stepped on the sedan chair and found that his legs were a little weak, and his shirt was wet with sweat, and he couldn't help showing a wry smile.
As I get older, I really can't stand it.
After this confrontation, his heart directly mentioned his throat, and he was sweating profusely, and then he fell safely.
"The Lord is negotiating in the tent." Bai Ning saw that his face was not good, and said, "Why don't the military division go down and rest for a while, your face..."
Sun Wenwen is an old man who is about to reach his fifth year. Even if he eats black sesame seeds every day to maintain health, most of his hair on the temples is gray, and the marks on his face that represent the years are getting deeper and deeper. After some fright, his face was like golden paper, and he looked very scary, as if he would faint in the next second.
"No, the old man can still hold on, the general doesn't need to be so careful."
Sun Wen slowed down for a while, before his weak legs regained strength.
Looking at the familiar flags flying over the camp, a feeling of "stable" gradually poured out of my heart.
Sun Wen took a deep breath, shook his long sleeves, and returned to his usual appearance.
"grandfather"
Before entering the handsome tent, Sun Wen heard the voice of the grandson Lanlan, followed the sound, and found that the darkened grandson showed his face to him.
"Why did you come here?"
Sun Wen frowned. Although he doted on his grandson, he could also distinguish the occasion.
This is a military camp. Too much doting and caring for Sun Lan is definitely not love but harm.
Sun Lan stepped forward and bowed to Sun Wen and Bai Ning, and said with a smile, "Grandson is here on duty."
Because of their age, both Sun Lan and Fengyi were thrown away by Jiang Pengji to deal with trivial chores.
Although it is a trivial matter, it can also exercise people, and let these two little Langjun who grew up in honeypots have initial contact with the battlefield.
Sun Wenhu said with a face, "How can there be a grandfather and grandson here? Only Shangfeng's subordinates are left!"
Sun Lan's face collapsed, and she snorted aggrievedly.
"What are you holding in your arms?" Sun Wen asked him.
Sun Lan said, "Just now I have sorted out the military affairs to be sent to the lord for review."
The corner of Sun Wen's mouth twitched, and it took a long while to restrain the urge to fry chestnuts with candy on his forehead.
"Don't hurry up!" Sun Wen said, "Since it's military affairs, no matter how urgent it is, it must be delivered to the master's table as soon as possible!"
Where had Sun Lan ever seen such a serious grandfather, she was immediately frightened, and trotted to the handsome tent with the stack of documents in her arms.
Sun Wen gritted his teeth, hating that iron is not steel, "This kid"
Fortunately, it is an ordinary military affair. If it is a major event for a military aircraft, this kid has made a big mistake!
Bai Ning on the side said, "Why should the military division be so angry? The last commander has heard that the former master also praised Sun Xiaolangjun and the big man of the Fengjun division's family. Although the two are young, they have great rules for doing things. Sharpen them well. In a few years, he must be a pillar and a minister."
Sun Wendao, "Dongliang Nengchen? Dongliang Nengchen is not a cabbage sold on the street, Lanlan is still far behind!"
Bai Ning smiled and said nothing.
The two entered the tent one after the other, and Jiang Pengji was indeed having a meeting to discuss.
Sun Lan was sitting in the corner listening carefully, while Feng Zhen's son Feng Yi was sitting in the corner behind Jiang Pengji, burying his head in recording something.
Fengyi is recording the content of this meeting, such as who said what, not to say a word, but not to deviate from the original intention.
Sun Wen stepped forward and saluted, "I see the lord, the minister is fortunately not humiliated, and returned with important evidence."
Jiang Pengji naturally remembered why Sun Wen sent envoy Nie Ying, and hurriedly said, "What was the result?"
Sun Wen took out a small packet of medicinal dregs and said, "According to the minister's repeated investigations, Nie Liang's body is already at the end of the line. He eats three meals a day, and each meal is less than half of the average person. In addition, each meal must drink a bowl. Medicine... This is the residue after boiling the medicine."
How much is half of an ordinary person
Ordinary men need to eat one and a half to two pounds a day, and the elites in the barracks eat more to ensure the body's nutritional needs.
According to the standards of the audience in the live broadcast room, so much is enough for each meal. However, most of the military camps use wheat and rice to satisfy their hunger, and there are very few side dishes, so the proportion of staple food is high. According to Nie Liang's eating standards, even if he is healthy, he will be dragged out of trouble.
Among the people in the camp, only Wei Ci was proficient in pharmacology.
He took the medicinal dregs handed by Sun Wen, first sniffed it, then twisted a little bit and put it in his mouth to try.
Wei Ci was frail and sickly since she was a child, and she couldn't do without the medicinal juice. When she grew up, in order to restore her body, she also needed traditional Chinese medicine.
His tongue is extremely sharp, and he can tell which medicines are in the dregs after a little taste.
Wei Ci borrowed pen and ink to transcribe the medicine in the dregs and handed it to everyone to read.
"The medicine is ferocious and the dosage is extremely heavy. If it is to cure a disease, taking it a few times is enough. But Zaidao said that he would hang his life with a powerful medicine." Wei Ci said calmly, "From this point of view, Nie Liang's health is not optimistic"
Qi Guanrang didn't understand pharmacology, but he knew that there were several herbs in it that would not appear in conventional prescriptions, because the medicinal properties were too ferocious.
Once Lang Zhong prescribed these medicines, what it meant, Qi Guan let him know.
"Zi Xiao, in your opinion, how long does Nie Liang have to live?"
Jiang Pengji glanced at it and put the paper aside.
Wei Ci said, "Half a year! It needs to be supplemented by recuperation. It's not advisable to think too much. It's forbidden to be overjoyed and angry, otherwise..."
"It's not advisable to think too much, not to be overjoyed and angry?" Jiang Pengji asked with a thin lip and smiled, "This seems a bit difficult."
Wei Ci pursed her lips.
Oh Christmas: I've checked my eyes, I'm not someone to mess with
Painter: Sinister face, the anchor told others clearly that she wanted to make Nie Liang think too much, and she was overjoyed and furious.
Tong Meng: It's enough to be angry, it's impossible to be overjoyed, how could the anchor be so kind and make him "overjoyed"
Looking at this scene, many salted fish faintly have the illusion of "helping Zhou to abuse".
Blue Drawer: Every time I see the anchor laughing at the villain, I suspect that she is actually the villain and does not allow the protagonist to survive.
Shen Yan: Trembling, how pitiful is the protagonist when you meet such a villain boss? It is impossible to pass the customs, and it is impossible to pass the customs in this life. I can't even break through the barrier. I can only survive by lying on the corpse and hugging the anchor's thigh. Seeing the anchor is like seeing a grandfather. He is hanged and beaten as a grandson every day. I like the anchor very much. You can't win with a crystal on your back!