Chapter 21: poetry
In response, Chen Cang shook his head with a smile.
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 cannot overdraw his body at will.
In Dayue Kingdom, men can get married at the age of sixteen.
He is sixteen years old this year, just the age to get married. However, he has no plans to get married yet.
Survival is a problem, what else to talk about. What's more, he is now guilty of being affected by the "Fengyueting" case.
If he is now married and has a son, then his son is also a sinner.
His son will also be guarded in Liangcheng for the rest of his life.
At present, his plan is to cultivate well and strive to survive. Then, find a way to get rid of this guilt.
Wang Sheng took a breath of dry cigarettes and shook his head, "You little guy, be careful that you will regret it someday."
Chen Cang smiled, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, I won't regret it."
After Wang Sheng heard this, he left the barracks while smoking a dry cigarette, intending to go home.
After Chen Cang saw it, he jokingly said, "Uncle Wang, don't you plan to invite me to sit at home? Poetic means let me teach her to write poetry."
"Let's talk about it." After speaking, Wang Sheng accelerated a few steps.
After Chen Cang saw it, he was slightly taken aback. 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 expensive thing. In recent days, he has given himself extra meals to replenish his physical strength.
There is a little more of the old wolf meat he hunted a few days ago. Not much, though.
Military camp family area.
Wang Sheng entered the door smoking a dry cigarette, as if he had something on his mind.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw his daughter Wang Shiyi sitting on a stool, reading poetry.
Wang Shiyi read it very carefully and devoted herself to it. Even when Wang Sheng entered the door, she didn't come back to her senses.
"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately. Lord Grim, drunk in the battlefield, how many people have returned to the war in ancient times?"
"What a beautiful poem, I really can't imagine that Brother Chen could write such a beautiful poem."
This poem is from Chen Cang.
Yesterday, Chen Cang went to Wang Sheng's house to eat again.
During the conversation, I learned that Wang Shiyi is not only literate, but also likes to read some poetry collections of Da Yueguo.
At that time, Wang Shiyi asked Chen Cang, if you are from the capital of the Dayue Kingdom, do you know how to write poetry?
To this, Chen Cang replied, "I understand a little."
Then, I wrote this poem.
Although Wang Shiyi is just a cardamom girl, she has read many poems.
As soon as Chen Cang wrote this poem, she was immediately attracted.
This poem is the true portrayal of the soldiers in Liangcheng's frontier. Read between the lines, it reflects the hard work and sadness of the soldiers on the frontier.
Wang Shiyi sighed with emotion, and her impression of Chen Cang 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, the old man, had his eyes red after hearing this poem written by Chen Cang.
He seemed to think of the hard years of fighting in the past, and the sense of substitution was too strong.
Since Chen Cang wrote this poem, Wang Shiyi's eyes on Chen Cang have changed, and she has become Chen Cang's little fan girl.
In Wang Shiyi's view, even the most famous poet in the northern border of the Dayue Kingdom could not write such a good poem.
At this moment, Wang Sheng couldn't help sighing when he saw his daughter's devotion.
Then, Wang Shiyi came back to her senses.
"Father, you're back!"
She stood up, greeted Wang Sheng, then turned Shui Ling's eyes and looked back expectantly.
However, she didn't see Chen Cang, and a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
"Father, didn't 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 comes back."
After Wang Shiyi heard this, he immediately showed a smile like the sun.
"What did my father say?"
She quickly came to Wang Sheng, pulled Wang Sheng onto the stool, and poured Wang Sheng a cup of hot tea.
She smiled and said, "Father has worked hard, please have some tea."
At that moment, a look of relief flashed across Wang Sheng's face. This daughter is filial.
Wang Shiyi poured hot tea for Wang Sheng, and then carefully put away the poem Chen Cang wrote yesterday, for fear of breaking it.
When Wang Sheng saw this scene, his expression became sad again.
Sigh, my daughter, I am afraid that my mind has already flown to Chen Cang's side.
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In the military camp, Chen Cang ate coarse grains and drank wolf broth, but he was satisfied and very full.
A few days ago, the small jar of medicinal wine that Wang Sheng gave him was finished, so he was naturally embarrassed to ask Wang Sheng for it.
He could only think of a way by himself and go to the pharmacy to have a look.
It was already dark, and the lanterns in the street were dimly lit.
However, this doesn't matter.
He found that since he practiced the exercises, his body has gradually changed, and his eyes have become brighter.
He asked Wang Sheng that there was a pharmacy nearby, specializing in the business of medicinal materials.
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.
The wife and children are on the kang head. It is estimated that many people are already on the kang by now.
When Chen Cang came to the pharmacy, the owner was about to end the day's business.
And he, too, became the last guest.
In the boss's words, if Chen Cang was a little late, he would close the door.
The name of the pharmacy is Huiyuantang.
The boss is an elderly man, about sixty years old, with a gray goatee on his chin.
Hearing that Chen Cang was going to buy medicinal wine, the old man stroked his goatee and said with a smile, "You've come to the right place. I'm not the old man, but the old man and my secret medicinal wine are the best around here. Pawns, or high-ranking players, like to buy medicinal wine from me."
self boasting.
The old man boasted about his medicinal wine, which was a great deal.
He continued: "There are several types of medicinal wines. There are ordinary people who drink to keep fit, and those who cultivate. Which one do you want?"
"The one that I want cultivators to drink." Chen Cang replied.
The old man glanced at Chen Cang, "I didn't expect you to be a cultivator at such a young age. The medicinal wine I prepared for the cultivator, the old man, is more expensive."
According to what the other party said, medicinal liquor 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 taels of silver.
Then, there are ten taels, twenty taels, fifty taels, and even hundreds of taels.
According to him, the five taels of silver is equipped with six kinds of medicinal materials, which can be drunk continuously for half a month.
10 taels of silver, with nine kinds of medicinal herbs, you can drink it for half a month.
Depending on the medication, the effect is naturally different.
The more medication, the better the effect.
Chen Cang touched the purse, the money in it was limited.
Originally, he wanted to talk to the old man about the price. But the old man is very tough and doesn't bargain at all.
He had no choice but to spend fifty taels of silver to buy a jar with the worst effect.
He secretly said in his heart, when he has money, he must buy the best medicinal wine to quench his body.
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