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"Oh no, someone has fainted. Go get the doctor!"

Field Officer Guo was not far from the tent where the accident had happened. He quickly brought He Changdi and the others over.

Pushing through the crowd, Lieutenant Guo squatted down beside an unconscious soldier and asked solemnly, "What happened?"

"Field Officer, Zhao Qi seems to have a high fever."

Field Officer Guo reached out and touched the soldier's head. Sure enough, it was boiling hot.

The soldier seemed to be in a daze from the fever and began to talk.

Everyone waited for a while but no doctor came. Field Officer Guo frowned and was about to shout for help when the soldier who had gone to get the doctor ran over and said in a panic, "Field Officer, the doctor has gone to the left wing. He's not in the tent right now."

What!

Lieutenant Guo angrily punched the ground, and the compacted muddy ground produced a dull thud.

Field Officer Guo belonged to the right wing. Because they were the vanguard, most of them were cavalry. In this side of the camp, the one he hated the most was Field Officer Gao Zhangwei of the left wing.

He Changdi saw that the soldier's face was red and pitiful from the fever. He walked a few steps closer and said to the furious Field Officer Guo, "Field Officer, let me take a look."

He Changdi had read a few medical books. In his previous life, when he was exiled at the border, he had learned a few folk prescriptions from his barbarian mother. At this time, he always had some commonly used Chinese medicine that Chu Lian had specially sent to him.

He squatted down beside the soldier and first took his pulse, then opened his eyelids to examine him. Finally, he checked the coating of his tongue. Only then did he take out a delicate sachet from his clothes.

He poured out a honey-colored pill and put it into the soldier's mouth. The soldier's mouth was dry and he couldn't swallow the pill. He Changdi took out a small gourd from his waist. When he pulled out the stopper of the gourd, a strange smell wafted out. It was the smell of wine with a sweet and sweet taste.

The smell of wine wafted through the air. A few old drunkards in the army twitched their noses and were immediately intoxicated by the strong smell of wine.

He Changdi did not care about other people's expressions. He tilted the gourd slightly and gave the soldier half a sip. Then, he quickly plugged the cork and hung it back on his waist.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the onlookers all saw that He Changdi gave the soldier a kind of lavender, aromatic wine. The pill in the soldier's mouth was also washed down his throat because of the wine.

After doing all this, He Changdi said to the other soldiers beside him, "It's not a big deal. Carry him back and he'll be fine after a night of rest."

Guo Xiaowei patted He Changdi's shoulder and said, "I didn't expect Zixiang to know how to identify diseases. Today, this soldier has to thank you. But what kind of wine did you give that soldier to drink? People who are sick can't drink strong wine casually."

He Changdi stood up and bowed to Guo Xiaowei. "Just now, this young man caught a cold and has a high fever. The pill is a medicine from a shop in Shengjing. The wine is not strong. It's grape wine that I asked someone to bring over."

There were antibacterial substances in grape wine that could fight against cold viruses. Although He Changdi did not know the scientific principle, he had seen traveling old doctors do it in his previous life. Today, he finally remembered to give the soldier a sip of grape wine.

"Well, you brat, you have a lot of private goods!"

Before Guo Xiaowei could ask He Changdi about the bottle of wine he had on him, he heard a deep and resounding shout, "Wine?

Who has grape wine?

Hurry up and take it out! "

Guo Xiaowei's body suddenly stiffened. When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly greeted, "General!

Why are you here? "

The person who came was dressed in shiny silver armor and had a white beard. He was thin, but he was hale and hearty, especially his eyes, which were full of shrewdness.

General Qian, the Duke of Lu, snorted, "Why, can't I come?

Who had grape wine just now?

Hurry up and take it out! "

Guo Xiaowei hurriedly gave He Changdi a look. He Changdi froze for a moment, then calmly walked over. He first bowed to General Qian, then hesitantly removed the wine gourd from his waist and handed it over.

General Qian, the Duke of Lu, did not have many hobbies in his life, except for wine.

Although the food in the Northern Army was coarse, as the highest commander, the General was not like the average soldier. He could drink a few cups of wine with each meal, but the wine was not the best.

This old drunkard, General Qian, was very sensitive to the fragrance of wine. He had walked over because of the faint fragrance in the air and happened to hear the conversation between Guo Xiaowei and He Changdi.

Grape wine was rare in the Great Wu Dynasty, mostly sorghum rice wine. The grape wine of today was like what He Changdi had seen in his previous life, more of a medicinal wine.

Even in Shengjing, there were few people who drank grape wine, not to mention the remote Liangzhou frontier fortress.

General Qian had seen countless types of wine in his life, but this was the first time he had seen grape wine.

He immediately removed the cork from the gourd in front of He Changdi and his subordinates and took a light sniff. The sweet and refreshing fragrance of the wine immediately captured General Qian's sense of smell. He was not in a hurry to taste the wine. Instead, he put the cork back in and hung the gourd on his waist.

He then pointed at He Changdi and turned to ask Guo Xiaowei, "Who is this child? When did he enter the army?"

Guo Xiaowei did not expect General Qian to personally ask about He Changdi, who had offered him the wine. He was slightly surprised and shot He Changdi a look, indicating for him to speak himself.

He Changdi clearly did not expect that the opportunity to meet General Qian, which he had been planning for a long time, would be so easily obtained by a small gourd of grape wine.

After a moment of shock, he did not forget to seize the opportunity and said respectfully, "In reply to General Qian, this subordinate is Changdi of the He family, the third son of Count Jing 'an. I have been in the Northern Army for more than a month and am currently the commander of the Right Wing Army."

General Qian's eyes widened slightly, as if he did not dare to believe it. This third son of the He family had been with Prince Jin and learned some martial arts from him. Back then, he had been a handsome and tall boy, but after so many years, his beard was unkempt and his appearance was so bold and unrestrained. If General Qian remembered correctly, this He Sanlang was not more than twenty years old.

Actually, General Qian could not be blamed for thinking this way. People loved to be beautiful. In Shengjing, there were many men with flower-like hair. Many men did not grow a beard even when they were middle-aged, and their faces were clean and tidy. The second master of the Duke of Ying, Chu Qizheng, was a classic example.

Most of the bearded men on the streets were old men in their fifties. There were not many young men like He Changdi who had such a big beard.

The black beard covered most of his handsome face, so it was no wonder that General Qian did not recognize him at all.

"Boy from the He family!

Why are you here?! "General Qian was surprised at first, but then his face was full of sternness and dissatisfaction.

He Changdi was just about to reply when General Qian's face hardened. He suppressed his anger and said, "Come with me!"

Field Officer Guo watched He Changdi's tall and straight figure follow behind General Qian to the main tent in the camp. He only looked away after a long while.

After a while, the corner of Field Officer Guo's mouth curled up and he sighed. "This boy is really lucky."

Zhang Mai, who was standing beside Field Officer Guo, also smiled gently. "If there is a chance in the future, I really must meet this little sister-in-law."

The reason why He Changdi was able to get closer to Commandant Guo and meet General Qian today was because of the two small items sent by his wife. These two items helped him a lot. His wife, who had just married, was really his lucky star.

Field Officer Guo glanced at his old brother beside him. "If Ah Mai is jealous, why not marry again?

It's been ten years since that incident. "

Zhang Mai originally had a wife. His family was a military family. When the imperial court conscripted soldiers, he had no choice but to abandon his wife, who had only been married for half a year, and leave home. He had an old father and a young wife at home. When he left, his wife had just become pregnant. He originally thought that she would give birth to a son or daughter. Unexpectedly, when his wife was seven months pregnant, his village was ambushed by mountain bandits. His old father died protecting his daughter-in-law, and the child in his wife's womb was also lost.

When Zhang Mai left, he was still with his family, but in less than a year, he became all alone. Because of this, although he had internal injuries all over his body, he still didn't retire from the army and continued to serve the army.

Zhang Mai shook his head and changed the topic. "It seems like this boy has a lot of goods. When I get back, I have to search carefully. Who knows, there might be something delicious."

Field Officer Guo could only shake his head helplessly.

When Chu Lian returned to Count Jing 'an's estate, she first went to Qingyi Hall. Senior Servant Liu came out to welcome her. She first told Chu Lian the news that the Wang family had been punished, then led her to see Matriarch He.

Matriarch He comforted her, then reminded her to use the Mid-Autumn Festival as an excuse to go to the palace to express her gratitude and attend the banquet. She told her to go back and prepare.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace was originally held for the noblewomen of high rank in Shengjing. Originally, Chu Lian had nothing to do with it. She could celebrate the festival with the servant girls in her courtyard, but now that she had the status of a fifth-rank Jinyi Village Ruler, she had no choice but to go to the palace.

After bidding farewell to Matriarch He and returning to her courtyard, Senior Servant Zhong and Senior Servant Gui had someone bring her the ceremonial attire for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. Chu Lian didn't understand the rules of the ceremonial attire at all, so she could only instruct the two senior servants to do as they saw fit.

As usual, she wrote two large words in the small study. Then, she made a new list of plans to reorganize Guilin Residence. She crossed out the unsuitable projects from before and added in some of the things she had seen today. After all the hustle and bustle, it was time for her to rest.

For the next two days, Chu Lian used the money she had saved over the past few days and gave it to Matriarch to distribute to her own people. She had them find people to reorganize Guilin Residence according to her plan.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

During the Great Wu Dynasty's Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a custom to eat dumplings. This was a type of pastry made from glutinous rice flour. It was soft and sticky. After the glutinous rice flour was steamed, it was rolled into a round shape, then a layer of crumbs was rolled on the outside. If one wanted to taste different flavors, they would roll different kinds of crumbs. The usual flavors included sesame crumbs, soybean flour, jujube paste flour, and so on.

It was somewhat similar to the glutinous rice dumplings that people ate in the modern era.

The method was very simple. The innovations of the various manors were all based on the layer of crumbs on the outside …

When she woke up early in the morning, she saw Senior Servant Gui instructing the kitchen maids to make dumplings. Chu Lian looked at the sticky pastry and had no appetite. When she thought of the mooncakes that people ate every Mid-Autumn Festival in the modern era, she couldn't resist the itch in her hands and decided to make some. Even if she didn't give it to others, she could eat one herself to reminisce about her life in the modern era.