War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 129 You call this superstition?

On the grassland, several horses without saddles were divided into two groups and wandered freely on the grassland. Except for the lead horse whose reins were tied to the ground nails and hammered into the ground, the other horses seemed very casual.

"My dear friend!"

In front of an ancient tent, hundreds of soldiers sat on the ground and lit dozens of fires on the spot. There were only five or six lambs left in the sheepfold next to the tent, and sheepskins were hung on the wooden fence ready to be dried...

They were warmly entertained by Li Haidan's old acquaintances on the grassland, who even killed all the sheep in the sheepfold!

Li Haidan took off a pure gold necklace from his neck, sat near the fire in the tent, handed the necklace to the owner of the tent and said, "My friend, the grassland is fertile this year and should have raised more cattle and sheep, but because of our arrival, you, a wealthy family on the grassland, have emptied your family's wealth... I feel sorry for it."

"A little thought."

Next to the fire, a wealthy man in Mongolian costumes held a silver bowl and pushed back Li Haidan's hand holding the gold necklace: "Friends don't talk about money."

Li Haidan smiled, put the necklace back on his neck, and then promised: "Okay, when we take Tongliao back, there will definitely be a habitat for you in the most fertile pasture on the Horqin grassland."

They were toasting each other, but Qu Yong didn't care who was sitting next to him. He chewed the mutton with his mouth full of oil and said, "Are you stupid? You don't even want money?"

Altai sat next to him and said, "It's me. I don't want that necklace either."

Qu Yong glanced at Altai and said, "What's the point of bragging? That's made of gold, more valuable than a silver dollar!"

Altai sneered in response: "But do you know what fertile pastures symbolize to nomadic people?"

"Do you know why wars between nomadic tribes are fought?"

"A piece of fertile pasture can turn a tribe's lambs into a flock of sheep full of meat; three years of fertile pasture can make a tribe rich, which is why nomadic people are reluctant to farm."

“Even if farming goes smoothly for three years, can it make a village rich?”

“But herders who can keep mating and producing new lambs can.”

"That's why nomadic peoples would fight for lush pastures, willing to sacrifice as many lives as possible for a chance at prosperity."

“So nomadic peoples are naturally good at fighting, because if they don’t fight, they can’t survive.”

Yang Jingyu interrupted, "What's more, this is an opportunity to befriend a leader of the royal palace like Li Haidan. Compared with these, accepting benefits from Li Haidan is stupid and does not conform to the hospitality of the grassland people."

Qu Yong didn't show any embarrassment on his face, and immediately changed the subject: "I heard that their way of entertaining guests is to let their wives..."

Snapped!
Xu Chaoyang slapped Qu Yong on the back of his neck, glared at him and shouted, "Shut up!"

Yes, such a thing does exist in the legend, but there are hundreds of people around the tent right now, who are you going to kill?
Xu Chaoyang didn't even bother to pay attention to Qu Yong.

cough... cough...

At the far end, the listless Chang Zhan began to cough, and the cough was particularly obvious amid the sound of the flames burning the cow dung.

Yang Jingyu reached out and touched Chang Zhan's head, then quickly handed the mutton in his hand to Wang Tianhao beside him, and said in surprise: "Why is it so hot?"

Chang Zhan saw that he was about to close his eyes, but he still forced himself to say, "It's okay, it will be fine in two days." He even spoke weakly, and he kept holding the mutton in his hand and never put it in his mouth.

"broken!"

Seeing that Chang Zhan had a strange expression on his face, Xu Chaoyang stood up and walked over to him and said to Chang Zhan, "Bear with it." Then he slowly pulled open the clothes on Chang's shoulders.

The wound that was not bandaged showed a large area of ​​redness and swelling. The high bulge on the wound and the occasional glittering flashes in the firelight all proved that the area had begun to fester.

This was the result of their long-term running around after escaping from Tailai, and the friction between their wounds and dirty clothes. After all, during the period of escape, Xu Chaoyang had no time to lead his brothers to take a bath and wash clothes.

When Xu Chaoyang saw this, he immediately stood up and walked to the fire where Li Haidan was, squatted beside him and asked, "Commander?"

Li Haidan was drinking happily, and turned back to Xu Chaoyang and said, "Come, let's drink together!"

Xu Chaoyang quickly stopped the silver bowl that Li Haidan handed over and said, "Commander, when can we reach your camp?"

"It won't take long. Now we are in Youyizhong Banner. If we go south, we will reach ZLTQ. If we go south further, we will reach Kailu."

Xu Chaoyang didn't know where Kailu was, nor what the environment there would be like, so he could only ask, "How long will it take? Are there any qualified military doctors there?"

Li Haidan then took it seriously: "What's going on?"

"One of my very important brothers may have a wound infection."

The first thing Li Haidan asked was not the condition, but "How serious is it?"

Xu Chaoyang didn't quite understand Li Haidan's thinking and could only answer patiently: "I can stand on my own." Li Haidan's next action made Xu Chaoyang understand why he asked that.

He thought for a moment as if he understood, and after making a decision, he put his hand on the leg of the person next to him: "My friend, I may have to trouble you with something."

The Mongolian's face was red with wine, and his trough nose and large pores on his face were very clear under the firelight: "You say."

"Please help me treat the disease." After saying that, Li Haidan turned around and looked at Xu Chaoyang: "You are so lucky to have met the best doctor on the grassland."

Doctor? Mongolian? The best?

Xu Chaoyang didn't dare to associate these three words together. The key point was that in the era he lived in, "Mongolian doctor" was indeed not a good word.

"No problem." After looking at Xu Chaoyang, the Mongolian stood up and walked into the tent. His staggering steps made Xu Chaoyang tremble with fear!

"Commander Li, how can he treat a patient without even looking at him?"

"Let's set off overnight and rush to the garrison first to let the military doctor..."

Li Haidan put his hand on Xu Chaoyang's shoulder and said four Chinese characters in a strange accent: "Be patient."

Then he spoke calmly: "Morigen..." He pointed to the tent, as if it was the name of the Mongolian doctor: "He is not only the best doctor on the grassland, but also the most famous shaman in Khorchin. He treats patients by asking for permission from Changshengtian. What does it have to do with the patients?"

Treating illness has nothing to do with the patient?
Xu Chaoyang almost rolled his eyes at Li Haidan to death!
He wanted to leave Li Haidan behind, but where else could he go in this world?
Wow!

When Morigen walked out of the house, he was wearing a wide black robe and a colorful hat on his head. When the wind blew on the grassland, the rags on his head fluttered several feet up, which looked scary.

But what he was holding was not King Wen's drum or the divine whip, but a pot made of unknown material. Xu Chaoyang thought it was made of copper. But if such a big thing was really made of copper, could a person hold it?
tom!
Mo Rigen put the copper pot on the fire, and the fire full of cow dung immediately began to emit fire from the bottom of the pot. While the flames kept heating the copper pot, he asked Li Haidan: "Where is the patient?"

There was no need for Xu Chaoyang to call them, as Liu Gener and Gossip came over carrying Chang Zhan.

Only then did Morigen look at Chang Zhan's wound.

Morigen, who was wearing a wizard's costume, did not jump around like the people in the Northeast who were performing shaman dances. Instead, he suddenly opened his arms and stretched his hands toward the dark sky beside Chang Zhan.

Chang Zhan was already listless, and this guy's sudden movement frightened Chang Zhan so much that he started to curse, "You scared me!"

Mo Rigen ignored him and kept talking, but no one knew what he was saying. As he was talking, he turned around, opened the mouth of the pot, grabbed the wine bag on the ground, and poured the wine into the pot through the mouth of the pot.

liqueur?
Xu Chaoyang seemed to understand a little bit...

After Morigen finished pouring the wine, he continued to raise his hands to the sky and chattered endlessly. After he finished speaking, he took out the wine bags again, poured two full bags of wine into them, then knelt down facing the distance, kowtowed his head, and knelt for a long time without getting up.

"Roots."

Xu Chaoyang turned around and said, "Go, call Tong Meng over."

Tong Meng had come over a long time ago and had been watching the fun from behind him. He immediately replied, "I'm here."

Xu Chaoyang pointed and asked, "What is this for?"

Tong Meng immediately explained: "Extracting alcohol."

He said he looked familiar!
"The boiling point of alcohol is 78°, while the boiling point of water is 100°. After heating, the first thing to evaporate is alcohol, and then condensation will liquefy the vaporized alcohol... Captain, do you see the spout on that high place? What's dripping from there should be alcohol... It's just... I can't see where the 'condensation' device of this pot is."

Xu Chaoyang was speechless. He just squatted there with his eyes wide open and said nothing.

Is this superstition?

You don't have to kowtow and kneel down to the sky for this thing. Why waste your feelings...

Yang Jingyu said to Xu Chaoyang at this moment: "This is the national condition of our country."

Xu Chaoyang turned his head and looked over.

"In our country, most people are illiterate. When you tell them scientific truths, not only do they not listen, they also think you are sick."

Yang Jingyu pointed at Mo Rigen and said, "But if you put on this outfit and say 'Confucius does not talk about ghosts and gods', the people will not only believe you, but also be willing to accept your treatment. In this way, you can quickly improve your status and gain respect and money. Think about it, Confucius would not talk about ghosts and gods casually, let alone the people?"

Xu Chaoyang, a modern man, asked with an expression that showed he knew what was going on but couldn't accept it: "What do you mean?"

"Ordinary people would rather believe in God than believe the broken mouths of those in power. At least a clay figure will not lie to people."

Woo!
A breeze blew across the grassland, as if carrying the desolate sound of a Mongolian song.

(End of this chapter)