One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty: Sun Wen's Mission (8)

The person who came to meet Sun Wen was Bo Ning.

Although Bo Ning was a warrior recommended by Wei Ci, he started accumulating military exploits from the bottom of the barracks, and now he is in the top ranks.

The fact that he was appointed as Sun Wen's successor showed that Jiang Pengji still trusted him.

"military adviser"

Bo Ning has been waiting here every day, and today he finally saw a figure appearing on the distant horizon, and his nerves immediately tensed up.

When people approached, the scouts confirmed that the person who came was Sun Wen's men, and hurriedly led people to meet him.

Sun Wen's complexion was a little pale, and his forehead was sweating. When he saw Bo Ning, he felt a little relieved.

"Where is my lord now?"

Sun Wen stepped down on the sedan chair, and found that his legs were a little weak, and his shirt was wet with sweat, so he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

As you get older, you really can't stand being scared.

After this confrontation, his heart directly rose to his throat, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and then he fell safely.

"The Lord is discussing in the camp." Bo Ning saw that his complexion was not good, and said, "Why don't you go down and rest for a while, your complexion..."

Sun Wenwen is an old man who is about to turn five. Even if he eats black sesame seeds every day to keep in good health, most of his temples are gray, and the marks on his face that represent the years are getting deeper and deeper. After being frightened, his face was like gold paper, and he looked very frightening, as if he was about to faint in a second.

"No, the old man can still hold on, the general doesn't need to be so cautious."

Sun Wen slowed down for a while, and his weak legs regained their strength.

Looking at the familiar flags floating above the camp, an emotion called "stability" gradually welled up in my heart.

Sun Wen took a deep breath, fluttered his long sleeves, and returned to his usual appearance.

"grandfather"

Before entering the handsome tent, Sun Wen heard the voice of his grandson Lanlan, followed the sound, and found that the grandson who had been darkened a lot showed his face to him.

"How did you come here?"

Sun Wen frowned. Although he doted on his grandson, he could tell the occasion clearly.

This is a military camp, too much doting and caring for Sun Lan is definitely not love but harm.

Sun Lan stepped forward to salute Sun Wen and Bo Ning, and said with a smile, "My grandson is working here."

Because of their age, both Sun Lan and Feng Yi were left by Jiang Pengji to deal with trivial matters.

Although they are all trivial matters, they can also train people and let these two young men who grew up in honeypots initially contact the battlefield.

Sun Wenhu said with a straight face, "Where are there any grandparents here? Only Shangfeng's subordinates are left!"

Sun Lan's face collapsed, and she let out a grievance.

"What's in your arms?" Sun Wen asked him.

Sun Lan said, "I just sorted out the military affairs to be sent to the lord for review."

The corner of Sun Wen's mouth twitched, and it took him a while to resist the urge to roast chestnuts on his grandson's forehead.

"Hurry up!" Sun Wen said, "Since it is a military matter, no matter how big or small it is, it must be delivered to the lord's desk as soon as possible!"

Sun Lan had never seen such a serious grandpa before, she was taken aback immediately, and trotted to the tent with the stack of paperwork in her arms.

Sun Wen gritted his teeth, hating iron for being weak, "This kid"

Fortunately, it is an ordinary military matter. If it is a military matter, this kid has made a big mistake!

Bai Ning, who was at the side, said, "Why is the military commander so angry? The last general has heard that the former master also praised Mr. Sun Xiaolang and Dalang from the military division Feng's family. Although they are young, they have a very disciplined approach to their affairs. Work hard. In a few years, he must be a pillar of power."

Sun Wendao, "Nengliang minister? Nengliang minister is not the cabbage sold on the street. This kid Lan Lan is still far behind!"

Bo Ning smiled and said nothing.

The two entered the camp one after the other, and Jiang Pengji was indeed having a meeting to discuss.

Sun Lan was sitting in the corner listening carefully, while Feng Zhen's son Feng Yi was sitting in a corner behind Jiang Pengji, burying her head in recording something.

Feng Yi is recording the content of this meeting, such as who said what, not to be exact, but not to deviate from the original meaning.

Sun Wen stepped forward and saluted, "I pay my respects to the lord. Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life and returned with important evidence."

Jiang Pengji naturally remembered why Sun Wen was sent to Nie Ying, and hurriedly said,

"How is the result?"

Sun Wen took out a small packet of medicine dregs and said, "According to my repeated investigations, Nie Liang's body is at the end of his strength. He eats three meals a day, and each meal is less than half of an ordinary person. In addition, he must drink a bowl every meal." The medicine... this is the residue after boiling the medicine."

How much is half of an ordinary person?

Ordinary men have to eat one and a half to two catties a day, and the elite of the military camp eat more to ensure the body's nutritional needs.

According to the standards of the viewers in the live broadcast room, this much is enough for each meal. However, most of the barracks use wheat and rice to satisfy their hunger, and there are very few side dishes, so the staple food accounts for a high proportion. According to Nie Liang's eating standard, even if he is healthy, he will be dragged out of the problem.

Of all the people in the camp, only Wei Ci was proficient in pharmacology.

He took the medicine dregs handed over by Sun Wen, first sniffed it, and then twisted a little bit into his mouth to try.

Wei Ci has been weak and sickly since he was a child, and he couldn't do without medicinal juices all the time. When he grew up, he also needed traditional Chinese medicine in order to take care of his body.

His tongue is extremely sharp, and he can tell which medicines are in the medicine dregs with a little taste.

Wei Ci borrowed pen and ink to transcribe the medicine in the medicine dregs, and passed it on to everyone.

"The medicinal properties are fierce, and the dosage is extremely heavy. If it is for curing a disease, taking it a few times is enough. However, Zaidao said that if he continues to do so every day, he will probably hang himself with a strong medicine." Wei Ci calmly said, "From this point of view, Nie Liang's health is not optimistic."

Qi Guanrang doesn't understand the principles of medicine, but he knows that there are a few medicines in it that don't appear in conventional prescriptions, because the medicines are too powerful.

Once the doctor prescribes these medicines, Qi Guan knows what it means.

"Zixiao, in your opinion, how long will this Nie Liang live?"

Jiang Pengji glanced at it and put the paper aside.

Wei Ci said, "Half a year! It needs to be supplemented by rest and recuperation. It's not advisable to think too much. It's forbidden to be overjoyed or angry, otherwise..."

"Shouldn't be thinking too much, and be overjoyed and angry?" Jiang Pengji hooked her thin lips and said with a smile, "This seems a bit difficult."

Wei Ci pursed his lips and remained silent.

Oh Christmas: I have checked my eyes, and I am not to be messed with

Painter: With a sinister face, the anchor told others clearly that she wanted to make Nie Liang think too much and be overjoyed and furious.

Tong Meng: It's enough to be angry, but it's impossible to be overjoyed. How can the anchor be so kind and make him "overjoyed"?

Watching this scene, many salted fish have the illusion of "helping the evildoers to abuse".

Blue Drawer: Every time I see the host showing a villainous smile, I suspect that she is actually a villain and will not leave a way for the protagonist to survive.

Shen Yan: Trembling, how pitiful is the protagonist when he meets such a villainous boss? It is impossible to pass the customs, and it is impossible to pass the customs in this life. You can't break through the level, you can only live by lying dead and hugging the anchor's thigh. Seeing the anchor is like seeing a grandfather, he is treated like a grandson every day, I like the anchor. You can't win a sentence with a crystal on your back!

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