"Believe me, I am really Fei Mu." The old man stressed anxiously.
"Believe me, I will really kick you if you keep nagging me." Wu Dongfang said in a deep voice.
The old man fell silent.
Wu Dongfang was tired and sleepy for most of the night, and fell asleep quickly after lying down.
In the early hours of the morning, the old man went to bed. Wu Dongfang opened his eyes when he heard footsteps. With the faint light from the south window, he saw the old man carefully leaving the bed and tiptoeing towards the corner where the wine was placed.
Wu Dongfang lay still. He was debating whether to stop drinking now or wait until the other party drank secretly before giving him severe punishment. After thinking about it, he coughed. This old Luo Guo was not even eighty but seventy years old. It was okay to scare him, but he couldn't. Really hit him.
The old man was surprised when he heard Wu Dongfang coughing. He turned around and ran back, lying on the bed and pretending to sleep.
Wu Dongfang began to think about how to get along with the old man in the future. From the old man's words and deeds, he could see that this old man had problems with his character. He was always bragging and wanted to drink three glasses of wine without any sense of propriety. If you don't give it and still want to steal it, your character is not that bad.
The prerequisite for respecting the elderly is not that the other person is older, but that the other person deserves respect. You can't be too polite to such old bastards.
At dawn, several gongs sounded from the place where the slaves lived. As soon as the gongs sounded, noisy sounds came from the camp, including the shouts of men, the screams of women, and the sound of fast running footsteps. .
"What's the sound?" Wu Dongfang turned over and sat up.
"The food delivery guy is here," the old man said.
"Why don't you go and grab it?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"I'm not a slave." The old man turned over and sat up, pointing to a bag at the base of the west wall, "Did you see it, millet?"
"How come you don't hunch over when you lie down, but hunch over when you sit up?" Wu Dongfang asked puzzledly. Ordinary Luo Guozi has a hunchback even when sleeping, but this old man is upright when lying down or lying down.
"You don't understand even if I tell you." The old man went down to put on his shoes.
"I just arrived. Please tell me about the situation on the island." Wu Dongfang stood up.
"Why should I tell you?" The old man opened the door and walked out.
Wu Dongfang followed him out and saw the old man peeing next to the door.
"Pee farther away from now on." Wu Dongfang looked to the southwest. To the east of the low wooden house was an open space. A dark group of people gathered in the open space. In front of the crowd were more than a dozen carriages, which were pulling some Wooden barrels, rice should be something like porridge. Not far from the carriage stood a group of soldiers, fifty or sixty in number. They were chatting and joking and did not participate in distributing porridge and rice. The people responsible for distributing the rice were also slaves.
"There should be more than 4,000 people." Wu Dongfang said to himself. This group of slaves were dressed like beggars. They were in rags. It was impossible to judge the ratio of men to women based on their clothes.
"The eyes are okay." The old man put away his tools.
"Can you wait until you finish peeing before picking up your pants?" Wu Dongfang frowned.
The old man didn't answer. He tied up his trousers and sat down on the wooden steps in front of the house, yawning profusely.
"What did they eat?" Wu Dongfang asked.
The old man remained silent.
"Do men and women live together?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
The old man remained silent.
Wu Dongfang squatted down and looked directly at the old man. The old man was not afraid. He opened his mouth and yawned again. The strong tone made Wu Dongfang frown and tilt his head.
"Are you afraid that I'll hit you?" Wu Dongfang asked.
'Can you beat me to death? 'The old man tilted his head and asked.
"No." Wu Dongfang said.
"Then you will be in trouble. You must always beware of my revenge on you." The old man said.
Wu Dongfang sighed helplessly. It was hard to find a good job on the island. The only ones who didn't have to work were doctors. And he was a fake doctor. He couldn't treat people at all, so he had to rely on this old man. The look in the old man's eyes suggested that he was not afraid of being beaten. Force could not bring him surrender, he could only bring him revenge.
The old man clasped his hands and pushed Wu Dongfang with his shoulders, "Young man, let's make a deal."
"What?" Wu Dongfang asked casually. People at this time seemed to like making deals with others.
"How about you give me that jar of wine and we can be friends?" the old man asked with a smile.
Wu Dongfang stared at the other person's depressed mouth with few teeth left, "Why?"
"Just because you offended me last night." After the old man finished speaking, seeing Wu Dongfang's unfriendly eyes, he hurriedly added, "Half, give me half."
"I don't care about medical treatment in the future, you see." Wu Dongfang put forward his conditions.
"It's done, it's done, it's done." The old man agreed repeatedly.
"What did they eat?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"Messy gruel," the old man replied.
"What is a mess?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"That's it, how should I put it, just, forget it, I'll show you." After the deal was agreed upon, the old man's attitude made a 180-degree turn.
"Let's go." The old man walked a few steps, turned around and waved to Wu Dongfang who was squatting in front of the door.
"Are they letting us see?" Wu Dongfang pointed to the soldiers.
"Don't worry, my status here is very high." The old man said.
Wu Dongfang sighed again. When staying with a person who likes to brag, he always has the urge to do something.
I don't know whether the old man's status was high or not, but the soldiers did not stop him from approaching the carriage. They just asked who Wu Dongfang was. The old man said he was the new doctor sent by Yun Zhu.
At this time, Wu Dongfang was glad that he didn't beat up the old man. It was important to establish his authority when he first arrived, but it was even more important to find an acquaintance to lead the way.
As he got closer, Wu Dongfang smelled the pungent sour smell. The wooden barrels on the carriage were not the main source of the smell. Most of the smell came from the slaves who were receiving breakfast. The rags they wore may not have been washed for a long time. After that, even in the middle of winter, there was still a heavy sour smell.
As he got closer to the slaves, Wu Dongfang finally understood what the old man meant by having a high status. All the slaves looked at the old man with pleading eyes, as if someone in a desperate situation had seen a savior.
The old man seemed to be very impressed by the way the slaves looked at him. He walked up to one of the carriages in a grand manner, climbed on the carriage and took a handful from one of the barrels. What he pulled out contained an unknown stick. Feathers, a cleanly chewed bone, a complete withered cabbage leaf, and a small amount of brown rice grains.
Wu Dongfang waved his hand at the old man and motioned for him to throw away the mess. What the slaves ate should be the leftover swill eaten by the soldiers. It is a bit exaggerated to say that the pigs would not eat it, but it was not much better than pig food. .
The old man knocked the bone on the edge of the barrel, grabbed it and jumped out of the carriage, turned around and walked towards the wooden house.
When he left here, Wu Dongfang looked back and found that the slaves' eyes towards the old man had changed from pleading to hatred. He was very puzzled by this huge change.
"Why were they looking at you like that just now?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"They hope I can talk to the soldiers and make better porridge and rice for them." The old man shook the remaining soup on the bones and said,
"Why didn't you say it?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"The porridge and rice are already very thick and cooked. If I said anything, they would scold me." The old man knew he had made a mistake and hurriedly coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.
"They started to hate you before you said anything?" Wu Dongfang turned around again and found that the slaves had turned their attention back to the slaves standing on the carriage sharing porridge. The slaves sharing the rice were very strong, and the other slaves were carrying The pottery bowls and pottery pots would smile at them when they used to receive the porridge.
"That's not true. They hated me for taking this bone." The old man said.
"There isn't much meat on this bone to begin with. Besides, there are so many of them, so it's not always possible to share it in just one bowl." Wu Dongfang said.
"If you put it in the bucket, they might get it. If I take it away, they will definitely not get it." The old man said.
"I know you still take it." Wu Dongfang curled his lips.
The old man couldn't keep it off his face and made excuses for himself, "What do you know? I just took it back to check."
Wu Dongfang sighed helplessly. The old man clearly had corn in the house, but he chose to take a meatless bone from the slave's rice bucket.
"Are the clothes they wear all leftovers worn by soldiers?" Wu Dongfang asked again. Although the clothes on the slaves were shabby, they could still be seen to be somewhat similar to the clothes worn by soldiers.
"Not all, some were peeled off dead people." The old man opened the door and walked into the wooden house.
"What are they mainly doing here?" Wu Dongfang sat on one of the wooden benches.
"Jian Ziwei Dharma Platform." The old man walked to the west wall with the bones, picked up an ax and smashed the bones open, then handed half of it to Wu Dongfang, "The bone marrow is so fragrant."
"Thank you, you can eat." Wu Dongfang waved his hand but did not take it. The old man did not hesitate at all when giving him the bone, which made his impression of the old man slightly better.
"What is Ziwei Dharma Platform?" Asking questions was the fastest way for him to understand this place.
The old man said nothing and looked straight at the wine jar in the corner.
Only then did Wu Dongfang realize that the old man had ulterior motives for giving him the bones, and the good impression that had originally been transferred to him was immediately transferred back.
Wu Dongfang shook his head helplessly, "Find something and share the wine."
The old man rummaged through the cabinets and found an empty porcelain bottle. Wu Dongfang held the wine jar and filled the porcelain bottle. The old man plugged the cork and took out the clay pot. "You have to fill half of the pot, otherwise it won't be half enough."
"I'll give you the extra." Wu Dongfang gave the wine jar to the old man and picked up the porcelain bottle himself.
The old man didn't expect Wu Dongfang to be so generous, and almost cried with gratitude, "Although you are not very polite, you are still very kind-hearted. You can be my apprentice, and I will teach you the medical skills."
"What's going on with Ziwei Dharma Platform?" Wu Dongfang stuffed the porcelain bottle into his arms.
"To put it bluntly, it is a platform for worshiping heaven and inviting gods." The old man closed the lid of the wine jar and looked around the room with the same expression as the fox burying food.
"Don't worry, I won't steal from you." Wu Dongfang said.
The old man grinned, opened the lid, and spat twice inside.
Wu Dongfang was disgusted to death. He had never seen such a sloppy person before.
"By the way, don't the Tu people know magic? It would be great if they could just turn into a stage." Wu Dongfang asked the old man.
The old man was hiding wine under the bed. When he heard Wu Dongfang's question, he said from under the bed, "You are definitely not a wizard."
"What's wrong?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"A wizard wouldn't ask such a stupid question. How can a magic platform be built with magic? Will it fool gods or ghosts?" The old man stepped back and patted the dust off his body.
"What do we usually do?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"Treat a slave." The old man knocked on the bones and sucked out the marrow.
"Aren't we responsible for the soldiers' illness?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"There are seven or eight Tu wizards here, so we don't need them," the old man said.
"I'll cook some porridge." Wu Dongfang stood up.
"You don't need to do it, someone will do it for us." The old man threw away the bone.
"Who will do it?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"Female slave," the old man said.
"Why do they want to cook for us?" Wu Dongfang asked puzzledly.
"For that." The old man pointed to a string of wooden signs hanging on the west wall.
"What is this?" Wu Dongfang walked over and picked up a wooden sign. The wooden sign was similar to a moon cake, with a circular brand on it.
"Sick card, you don't have to go to work if you wear it..."