Rob wants to exchange medicine soup for the broth in Nanke's hand, but Nanke doesn't want to.
She looked at Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng blinked his eyes with some difficulty, and then turned his head to look at Rob with even more difficulty, expressing his gratitude with his eyes.
The medicinal soup was delivered to his lips, and he noticed that the bowl was washed very clean, there was no residual vegetable smell, let alone the smell of oil.
Then he smelled the smell of seventeen kinds of herbs in the bowl. Those herbs are far from precious in Kyoto, but it should be difficult to prepare them in such a remote horse farm. Of course, what surprised him most was not the cleanliness of the bowl. The medicinal materials are complete, but the medical skills that Rob showed through this bowl of medicinal soup.
Time moved forward slowly in the replacement of medicinal soup and broth. Chen Changsheng and Nanke had already lived in Banya Racecourse for the fourth day.
Nanke is still in a daze, he doesn't know who Chen Changsheng is, who he is, he only vaguely remembers that Chen Changsheng is very important to him, he stays by his side every day, cooks and scrubs for him, like a maid, And stared vigilantly at all the people who tried to approach this room, except for one person, and that was Rob.
During the first three days when he couldn't speak, Chen Changsheng often thought, maybe it was because Rob gave her a lot of meat to eat
By the fourth day, he still couldn't get out of bed, and his body was able to do slight movements, such as turning around and raising his hands. Most importantly, he could speak. To his surprise, the officer named Rob didn't Re-examine your own history.
Although it is a remote racecourse, there are still many things to do. As the chief officer, Rob can't stay in the house all the time. Most of the time, it is his subordinates or other officials in the racecourse who come to deliver the medicine soup, because the blood inheritance Moreover, because he practiced the Shunxin method since he was a child, Chen Changsheng was born with a kind of characteristic that makes people feel close. It was the same with the black sheep in the palace and the black dragon at the bottom of Beixin Bridge back then, not to mention these aspirations. A relatively simple and simple officer, he became familiar with these people in a short period of time.
As long as he ignores the protective eyes of Nanke's little beast, Chen Changsheng's conversations with the officers can be said to go very smoothly. He has a more real understanding of the situation on the front line, a more intuitive understanding of the morale of the army, and a more intuitive understanding of the soldiers' morale. Importantly, he learned the story of Banya Racecourse and Officer Rob.
Anyone who knows Rob's story will inevitably feel a lot of sympathy and anger at injustice, and Chen Changsheng is no exception.
He believed that Rob's ability to obtain so many military exploits over the years was not due to luck or background, but was indeed due to his talent.
It can be seen from the daily management and life of Banya Racecourse, which seems to be calm and lazy, but is actually very orderly. The rapid improvement of Changsheng's injury can also show that this person's medical skills are excellent.
Of course, these are impressions obtained through conversations, so it is naturally not as good as seeing them with your own eyes.
To see it with his own eyes, first he had to be able to get up and walk around the racecourse.
It's just that he didn't think about why he was so interested in that officer named Rob.
On the seventh day, Chen Changsheng woke up.
Back then Zhexiu suffered countless tortures in Zhou Prison, and his meridians were broken. In the end, he relied on painful stimulation to heal his injuries in the shortest time. He also used the same method. The whole night before, he was in an unimaginable painful battle.
Nan Ke has been serving him, wiping his sweat with a towel, feeding him water, and stroking his chest. Of course, his movements are awkward and clumsy, but he is very serious, and his mind is exhausted. I fell asleep in peace, but I didn't find him leaving the house.
The morning light fell on the meadows between the mountains, the mist poured down from the valley, and the horses who had just woken up made a slight murmur.
Chen Changsheng picked up a branch, propped up his weak body, and walked casually in the racecourse.
It's not that he doesn't care about his body, on the contrary, he needs to consolidate the meridians that have just been renewed as soon as possible through activities.
Banya Racecourse has a large area, and the arrow stacks and pivots of each barracks seem to be scattered in every corner, but if you observe carefully, you can see some kind of rules hidden in it, which can ensure the best response when encountering the enemy. effective response.
Chen Changsheng has read Daoist scriptures thoroughly, but he has never studied military art. He was able to see through the military arrangement of Banya Racecourse at a glance because Su Li taught him many sword skills while returning from the snowy field to the south. aspects of knowledge.
It can be seen from the freshness of the soil in front of the Zhenshu Muzhai and the gate that these arrangements should be changed after Rob came to Banya Racecourse.
The more Chen Changsheng looked at it, the more he felt that these military arrangements implied military tactics, which perfectly confirmed the knowledge that Su Li said back then, and he couldn't help feeling great admiration for this life, but he didn't think of certain things through this.
The mountains in the north are majestic and ruthless, and the weather is even more moody. The slightly cold morning light suddenly turned into a piercing howling wind. Countless yellow sand was swept up by the strong wind and rushed towards the racecourse from the entrance of the mountains. become dark.
Warning honking, stern orders and hurried footsteps sounded everywhere in the barracks.
Chen Changsheng didn't want to cause trouble, so he slowly moved back along the eaves with the branches of the tree, and when he looked up, he saw Rob.
When Rob found out that he could walk, he smiled happily, showing his white teeth, and said, "Congratulations."
At this time, he was in a hurry to arrange his subordinates to deal with the wind and sandstorm. He didn't have time to say anything more. He glanced at the branch under Chen Changsheng's armpit, shook his head, and pointed to the door behind him to signal Chen Changsheng to go in and take shelter.
At Chen Changsheng's current speed, by the time he moved back to the original room, the wind and sandstorm must have enveloped the room. He had no reason to refuse, and walked in as promised. Before he could turn around, the door was closed, and then There was a clear applause outside the door.
It should be that Rob slapped some mechanism on the door or the wall, a thick horizontal bar sealed the door, and at the same time several strong wooden boards fell down, blocking the window tightly, and at the same time a piece of wood on the table An oil lamp was lit without fire.
Chen Changsheng didn't misunderstand, so he didn't panic. He carefully observed the mechanism in the house, and found that the structure was very simple and extremely delicate, even the most ordinary people could operate it. Presumably, the barracks in the entire racecourse had similar layouts. So I completely let go of my heart.
The next moment his eyes were attracted by the things on the desk.
The yellowish light fell on the table, illuminating the papers.
That is very precious Shizhou paper, not to mention such a remote racecourse, even the Songshan Military Mansion doesn't have many.
Some papers have ink characters written on them, and some papers have pictures on them.
Chen Changsheng is not good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, but he has read Taoist scriptures thoroughly and has a good eye.
The handwriting is excellent, the strength of character is hidden under the seemingly plump appearance, and it doesn't bother to be seen by others.
The painting is also very good, a large splash ink freehand spring and autumn, and a meticulous painting of flowers and birds reflecting the sky and the earth.
Whose room is this? Whose words and paintings are these
In such a remote racecourse, how can someone use Shizhou paper so luxuriously, write such good calligraphy, and draw such a good painting
Chen Changsheng vaguely had an answer in his heart.
Then, he saw the signatures of the two paintings.