Chapter 82
After posting the notice at the foot of the mountain, the surrounding stronghold had been quiet. Cheng Dalai didn't care either, he still had other things to attend to.
Before selling the peppers, Cheng Dalai had to dry-fry all the peppers in the village to prevent the seeds from flowing out. After leaving out the seeds needed by the village, the whole village was busy with this matter. For a time, the entire village of Hamao was shrouded in chili fumes.
In addition, it is arranged for Liu Guan Zhang's three people to work. The levels of Guan Zhang's two people are currently not playing a big role, and everyone is stir-frying chili peppers together.
Liu Bei was a talented individual. The medical standards of this era were not great, and with so many counterfeit products around, half the people had some minor ailments, but there was no shortage of medicine, only doctors who didn't know how to prescribe it. In that case, Liu Bei's arrival was timely.
Cheng Dali planned to give him a house as a clinic, specifically for him to treat the mountain stronghold's people. For now, since there is no available house, he can only temporarily clear out a space for him.
Unexpectedly, Liu Bei's first day as a doctor turned out to be a mess.
When he was seeing a doctor, Cheng Dairen went to take a look. He saw Liu Bei sitting under a big tree with a small stool, looking like 71 years old although he was only 17.
When giving someone a pulse diagnosis, sometimes he would let out a long sigh, and sometimes his eyebrows would be furrowed in concern.
"This illness of yours... sigh..."
"Doctor Liu, what's wrong with my illness? Is it very serious?"
"Seriously or not... Sigh, life and death are destined, don't take it too seriously, it's not worth it."
The patient's heart sank, and cold sweat dripped down: "Doctor, what is my illness after all? You must think of a way."
"Alas..." Liu sighed heavily and slowly spat out two words: "Wind chill."
The patient's heart skipped a beat: "A very severe cold?"
Common cold.
Patient with …… disease.
Cheng Darui watched from the side for a while, and Liu Bei was always like this when he examined patients. Whoever he examined would be frowning and looking miserable, with an air of impending doom.
Cheng Dali seemed to have understood that Liu Bei was an extreme pessimist. After hundreds of years, the sorrow of his ancestors revived in him, and he looked at everything with a expression that nothing in the world was worth loving, and human life was not worth it.
With Liu Bei as the center, the sorrowful atmosphere spread outwards. Everyone who had been treated by Liu Bei wore a gloomy and dismal expression. Cheng Da Lei stood under the sun, suddenly feeling that today's sunlight on his body felt much cooler.
Cheng Dalai hastily interrupted Liu Bei's medical treatment, saying "If this continues, it will confuse our military morale."
Du Zibao called Liu Bei alone to the council hall. For this hero's descendant, Cheng Da Lei still didn't lose his respect.
"You're not allowed to practice medicine, you won't have any emotions about it, will you?"
"Alas..." Liu Bei sighed before speaking: "The yellow earth buries withered bones, and as a human being, one cannot escape death. Whether or not you see a doctor, it's all the same."
Cheng Dalai thought Liu Bei was right. A person lives for a hundred years, but in the end it's just an empty tomb and dry bones. In that case, what's the point of fighting over fame and profit?
"Huh! Cheng Dairen hastily shook his head, driving away the thoughts in his mind. It seems that competing for fame and fortune is still quite interesting after all. Looks like Liu Bei's infectious ability is really strong. From now on, he should limit his interactions with him, lest he loses his youthful heroic spirit."
Thinking of this, Cheng Dairen's heart suddenly moved, and he said: "Now I have something that is very difficult for me, can you help me with it?"
"Just follow Master's instructions, since my brother has joined the mountain stronghold, this life belongs to Master."
His words have a heroic tone, and Liu Bei is indeed a hero's descendant. There is melancholy, but also grandeur.
"Good!" Cheng Dairen said: "You follow me, there's someone I want to pull in, you help me persuade him."
Cheng Dalai's mouth, this person is naturally Du Mao. Liu Dairen is the number one HR in the Three Kingdoms. I just hope that apart from inheriting his ancestors' depression and ability to deceive people, Liu Bei can also inherit a bit of it.
Even just a little bit is enough.
Inside the dungeon, Du Maoqiao was lying on a pile of straw with Erlang's legs on top of him. He only opened his eyes when he heard footsteps outside.
"How...are you bringing wine for Grandpa again?"
Turning his head, he saw a white-haired young man standing outside the prison gate, who had not spoken yet, but first let out a long sigh.
"It's not worth it."
Du Mao suddenly felt a surge of soft and fluffy energy rising from his tailbone. His arrogance was reduced by more than half, and he only felt that the mundane world was too annoying, living was really tiring, and past boasts and bravado seemed like a joke.
"Who am I, where am I, why does he just take a glance at me and I'm like this..."
"Come on, let's talk." Liu Bei sat down with his legs crossed, fully prepared for a long and drawn-out conversation.
"What's wrong with you? Who wants to talk to you? Get out! Get out quickly!" Du Maofang was greatly disturbed.
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This afternoon, a horse came to the foot of Hamao Ridge.
The little white wolf jumped down from the horse and saw a few people gathered under the signboard of the Toad Village.
In the entire Qingniu Mountain, Cheng Dairen is the only one who attaches importance to information. As for other mountain strongholds, they have always lived in a closed self-world. Now, Cheng Dairen has set up a fast signboard at the foot of the mountain and sometimes posts some notices, which has become the news release center for all the mountain strongholds on Qingniu Mountain.
"Look, one kilogram of chili peppers for one kilogram of grain, brothers, how many chili peppers have you planted in the mountain village?"
"Not even one."
"Hey, you're done for, this mu of chili peppers will yield tens of times more than grains."
"Really...do you think this is true?"
"True... Ha! If only it were true, but such good things don't exist in this world."
Several people said so, but in fact, they also had some doubts in their hearts. What if it's true? When Cheng Dalai asked everyone to plant chili peppers at the beginning, no one planted a single one, and even made fun of it.
They say so, but also comfort themselves, with a praying meaning in it.
Xiaobai Lang naturally overheard their conversation, and then came the sarcastic remarks: "Ah, you guys from Apricot Flower Ridge are going to get rich now, aren't you? This winter won't be a worry for you anymore."
"Shut up, all of you! One more word and I'll kick you out!"
The little white wolf turned around and drew out a knife, then led the horse up the mountain.
Actually, she had heard these words countless times during this period. When Cheng Darui asked everyone to plant chili peppers at the beginning, she thought that Cheng Darui might be trustworthy and tried planting an acre. As a result, she was not only subjected to the disdain of her sisters in the mountain village but also made her heart feel uneasy.
It's a pity to waste such good land, otherwise it could produce several hundred kilograms of grain.
It's not easy to wait for the pepper harvest, and Cheng Dalai posted a notice again. Xiaobai Lang thought he could finally hold his head high, but what he heard was still such sarcastic words.
It's not that it can't be true, but it's too good to be believable.
Xiao Bai Lang went up the mountain this time, just to ask Cheng Da Lei face-to-face and get a true or false answer. If not, it would be fine if he could compensate me with a few hundred kilograms of grain for an acre of land.
