Chapter 21
Cheng Cang smiled and shook his head.
No matter how fragrant the soft rice is, you must have a good body. He is now in the beginning stage of cultivation, and he can't overdraw his body at will.
In the Great Moon Kingdom, men can marry at the age of sixteen.
He is sixteen years old this year, just the right age to get married. However, he has no plans to get married yet.
Survival is a problem, nothing else. even more how, affected by the "Wind Moon Pavilion" case, he is now guilty.
If he is now married and has a son, then his son is also a sinner.
His son will also be guarding the border in Liang City all his life.
At present, his plan is to cultivate well and try to survive. Then, find a way to get rid of this guilt.
Wang Sheng took a puff of cigarettes, and looked the head, "You little fellow, be careful one day you will regret it."
Cheng Cang laughed, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, I won't. I regret it."
Wang Sheng left the barracks while smoking a dry cigarette, intending to go home.
Cheng Cang jokingly said, "Uncle Wang, aren't you going to invite me to sit at home? Poetic says let me teach her to write poetry."
" Let's talk." With that, Wang Sheng took a few steps faster.
Cheng Cang was slightly taken aback when he saw it. Then, he turned back to his room, cut a piece of wolf meat, and put it in a pot to make soup.
Cultivation is a very consuming thing. In recent days, he has given himself extra meals to replenish his energy.
The old wolf meat he hunted a few days ago, and a little more. Not much, though.
The military camp family area.
Wang Sheng entered the door smoking a dry cigarette and seemed to have something on his mind.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw my daughter Wang Shiyi sitting on a stool, reading a poem.
Wang Shiyi read it very carefully and devotedly. Even when Wang Sheng entered the door, she didn't come back to his senses.
"The luminous cup of wine and wine, I want to drink the pipa immediately. Jun Moxiao is drunk in the battlefield, how many people have returned from the ancient battle?"
"What a beautiful poem, I can't think of it, Big Brother Chen To be able to write such a beautiful poem."
This poem comes from Cheng Cang.
Yesterday, Cheng Cang once again went to Wang Sheng's house for a meal.
During the conversation, I learned that Wang Shiyi is not only literate, but also likes to read some poetry collections of the Great Moon Kingdom.
At that time, Wang Shiyi asked Cheng Cang, you are from the capital of the Great Moon Kingdom, do you know how to write poetry?
To this, Cheng Cang replied, "I understand a little."
Then he wrote this poem.
Although Wang Shiyi is just a cardamom girl, she has read a lot of poems.
As soon as Cheng Cang wrote the poem, she was instantly hooked.
This poem is the true portrayal of Liang City's frontier soldiers. Read between the lines, it reflects the hardship and sadness of the warrior.
Wang Shiyi sighed with emotion, and his impression of Cheng Cang was instantly improved countless times. How can it be as simple as "a little understanding" to be able to make such a poem?
Even Wang Sheng's eyes were red after hearing this poem written by Cheng Cang.
He seemed to remember the hard times of the past battles, and the sense of substitution was too strong.
Since Cheng Cang wrote this poem, Wang Shiyi saw that Cheng Cang's expressions all changed, becoming a little fan of Cheng Cang.
In Wang Shiyi's opinion, even the most famous poet in the northern part of the Great Moon Kingdom could not write such a good poem.
At this moment, Wang Sheng could not help sighing when he saw his daughter's fascinated appearance.
Then, Wang Shiyi came back to his senses.
"father, you're back!"
She stood up, greeted Wang Sheng, then rolled Shui Ling's eyes and looked back expectantly.
However, she did not see Cheng Cang, and her eyes flashed with disappointment.
“father, didn’t Big Brother Chen come with you?”
Wang Sheng smacked his lips, “You know that you care about him, you don’t even know that your father is back.”
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Wang Shiyi immediately revealed a morning sun-like smile after hearing this.
"What did the father say?"
She quickly came to Wang Sheng, pulled Wang Sheng onto the stool, and poured Wang Sheng a cup of hot tea.
She said with a smile: "Sir Father has worked hard, please have some tea."
At that moment, Wang Sheng's face flashed with relief. This daughter is filial.
Wang Shiyi poured hot tea for Wang Sheng and then cautiously put away the poem Cheng Cang wrote yesterday, for fear of breaking it.
Wang Sheng looked worried again when he saw this scene.
Hey, my daughter, I am afraid that my mind has already flown to Cheng Cang.
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In the military camp, Cheng Cang ate coarse grains and drank wolf broth, but he was satisfied and very full.
The small jar of medicinal wine that Wang Sheng gave him a few days ago was finished, so he naturally went to Wang Sheng to ask for it.
He can only think of a way to go to the pharmacy.
It was getting dark, and the lanterns in the street were dimly lit.
However, this has no effect.
He found that since his cultivation technique, his body has gradually changed and his eyes have become brighter.
He asked Wang Sheng that there was a pharmacy nearby, specializing in medicine ingredient business.
On the street, the pedestrians are sparse, far less lively than during the day.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Many people work hard during the day and sleep early at night.
My wife and child are on the kang head. It is estimated that many people are already on the kang by now.
When Cheng Cang came to the pharmacy, the Boss was about to end his day's business.
And he, too, became the last guest.
In the words of the Boss, if Cheng Cang is a little late, he will close.
The name of the pharmacy is Returning To Origin Hall.
Boss is an elderly man, about sixty years old, with a gray goatee on his chin.
I heard that Cheng Cang wanted to buy medicinal wine, the old man touched the goatee and said with a smile: "You have come to the right place. It's not the old fogey, I blow it, the old fogey around here is made by me secretly. Medicinal wine is the best. Whether it is the soldiers guarding the city or the high-ranking customers, they all like to buy medicinal wine from me."
Wang Po sells melons and brags about herself.
old fogey touted his own medicinal wine, which is a good one.
He continued: "There are several types of medicinal wines, some for ordinary people to drink to keep fit, and some for cultivation people. Which one do you want?"
" The kind I want people from cultivation to drink," Cheng Cang replied.
old fogey glanced at Cheng Cang, "I can't believe that you are a person of cultivation at such a young age. Old fogey, the medicinal wine I prepared for people of cultivation is more expensive."
According to what the other party said, medicinal wine is divided into several grades.
According to different medicines, the effect is different, and the price is also different.
The cheapest one is also five silver tael.
Then, there are ten silver taels, twenty taels, fifty silver taels, and even hundreds of silver taels.
According to his introduction, the kind of five silver tael, equipped with six kinds of medicine ingredients, can drink half a month continuously.
Ten silver tael, equipped with nine kinds of medicine ingredients, can drink half a month continuously.
According to different medicines, the effect is naturally different.
The more medication, the better the effect.
Cheng Cang touched the purse, the money in it was limited.
Originally, he wanted to talk to old fogey about the price. But the old fogey's head is very hard, and they don't let the price at all.
He had no choice but to spend five silver tael to buy a jar with the worst effect.
He secretly thought, when he has money, he must buy the best medicinal wine body tempering.
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